The Insiders (The Insiders Trilogy 1)

Kash motioned to one of the guards. “Get her.”

The guy waded into the water, starting to pick her up and pull her to the edge. She stiffened. “Hey. What? Who are you? No! What are you doing? No!”

She was twisting around, or trying.

He ignored her, carrying her to the edge and lifting her up. Another guard was there, a large towel in hand, waiting for her. And with a quick woosh, the towel was wrapped around her and she was picked up, being carried out.

Matt’s girl started to slide to her knees, but Kash wrapped his arm around her waist. He picked her up.

“Hey! Wait! What—”

Kash kept that arm around her waist, holding her like she was a two-year-old having a temper tantrum. Kicking. Flailing. Wriggling around.

“Hey!” she screeched.

“Kashy.” Matt rubbed a hand up his stomach, scratching at his chest, and yawned. “That’s not cool. This isn’t cool at all. Wait. Where’s my sis—”

“Shut up. Stop almost messing up.”

Kash yelled from across the room, as a guard took the girl from him, carried her to wherever they were taking these people.

“What?” Now Matt was clueing in, blinking rapidly, and starting to try and sit up.

Kash was crossing the room, back toward Matt, but he snapped his fingers, pointing at Chester and Tony’s couch. “Out, both of you fucks.”

“Hey,” Chester started to growl, but the guards were back. They snatched up the girls.

I tried to avert my eyes in time, but to no avail. Two semihard dicks were in the air. Neither Chester nor Tony moved to cover them up. Tony seemed confused about what was happening. Chester was trying to get up from the couch, but like Matt, he kept falling down.

“I’m going to fuck you up, Colello.” That was what he resorted to.

Kash ignored him, ducking down to Matt.

I never would’ve imagined it if I hadn’t watched it with my own eyes, but in two moves he had lifted my brother up as if he weighed nothing. Tucking his shoulders against Matt’s chest, he pushed one arm behind Matt’s back and tucked him in, standing back up. My brother was dangling over Kash’s back like a doll.

“Agh—ugh.”

The pressure to his sternum must’ve been enough. Matt opened his mouth and the vomit was starting to spew. Kash grimaced, but ignored that too. He nodded to his guards, who were approaching Chester and Tony with large buckets of water. In two seconds, both had been thrown at the boys.

They shot to their feet, cursing, sputtering, and glaring.

The dicks were still waving around. Now their jeans slid to the floor. Chester bent to grab his, trying to shake off one arm, but he took a step forward, got tangled, and down he fell. Two guards yelled and rushed to the rug that Chester had fallen on. They had him rolled up, just like they’d done with the pool girl, and he was hoisted over both their shoulders and taken out.

Tony was the last one, and he stood there, glazed over. “Wha—where’d everyone go?”

The guards waited for Kash’s command, but as he carried Matt to a back room, Kash turned. “They went to the next party. Tuck it in and get out, Cottweiler.”

“Huh?” But, shrugging, he grabbed his pants up.

No one had shoes on. No one had a shirt on. And they all left that way. The guards were picking up their clothes when Kash yelled for me.

“Back here.”

I’d been gawking. I couldn’t help it. This whole scene was something I never could’ve imagined, but there it was. Proof my brother’s partying ways weren’t made up in the tabloids.

“Bailey!”

“Coming.” Making sure I didn’t step on glass or—gross, there was a condom there—anything I could get an STD from, I found Kash and Matt in a back bathroom. Matt was kneeling at the toilet, puking. Kash was leaning against the bathroom sink. His hands were resting on the counter’s edge, one foot crossed over the other, and he locked me in with a hooded gaze.

“Hey.” I was hesitant here. I wasn’t sure of my place.

“Hey back.” Motioning to Matt, he added, “I’m going to have to stay and get him sober. Do you want to stay or would you like a ride back to my place?”

“I…” I wasn’t sure what I should do.

A rather nasty gurgle left Matt, his back arching from the force of it.

I sighed, leaning against the door frame. “It doesn’t feel right, leaving.”

“This isn’t your mess. Trust me. I’d suggest finding one of his guest rooms and curling up, but I can’t promise they haven’t already been used tonight.”

I winced at his insinuation.

“Shit, Kash. Twenty minutes.”

That’s all the time they would’ve been here, if even that.

Unless Matt left me at the club …

“The rooms are probably safe. Looks like they used his main room for the partying.”

Matt paused in his puking and looked up. Sweaty, pale, and a green tinge coming to his face, he smiled up at me. “Hey, it’s my sister. Kashy, it’s my sister. Look.” He tried to pat Kash on the leg and point, but Kash shifted out of Matt’s reach. Swinging in the air, Matt didn’t register, and he beamed back up at me. “I’m so happy that you came to party with me tonight. Next time will be better. Promise.”