Free Blissful Devastation (Leighton Lock Chronicles #1) by A.T. Smith

again, annoying me, but making me chuckle at
the same time.
    “What’s funny?” she turns her head fast to look at me, her
cheeks rose red and her lip being bitten. She is too young to be doing that,
this is so not ever going to happen.
    “Oh, nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.
Just, keep your eyes focused on school okay. Do not even think about letting a
guy near you, or I will remove his genitals and choke him with them.” I smile
smugly at her, and then feel satisfied at the horrified look she gives me.
    “Leighton, that’s horrid.” She stands up, taking Joseph from
me. “I'm going to put him to bed.” She tells me stormily, not liking the fact
I’ve warned her away from Ant. She is too young for boys, and never, in a
million years would I ever let a guy like Antonio, no matter how much I loved
the guy, near my baby sister. He is the ultimate whore, far too rough for
someone as delicate as Georgia is. No, it is never happening.
    “I'm going to bed. Goodnight!” she calls out to everyone,
the same temper still evident in her voice.
    I stand from the decking, laughing to myself as I make my
way across the night light lit law, to the guys now sitting on the grass in a
circle, talking.
    “What’s gotten her knickers in a twist?” Ant asks me,
causing me to growl at him, not needing him talking about my sister in any way,
shape or form, especially her fucking panties.
    “Never ask that question again, Antonio Little.” I warn him,
picking at the long blades of grass around me. I stretch my legs out and allow
the cool night air to kiss my face.
    “Fuck, what’s gotten your fucking kickers in a twist too?”
he asks me, laughing the way he always does. He has balls, he isn’t afraid of
me, why would be when he already towers over me by four inches and forty
pounds. He could lay me out in a single punch.
    “Ant, seriously. Just don't go there. It’s nothing anyone
needs to know. She just didn’t like something I said to her, so she’s being a
typical brat and stropping off.” It didn’t help she is living with us. Not only
have I got my own boy to look after, I’ve got my fourteen year old sister hitting
her PMS stage. I have no clue how to deal with it.
    “Err, Leighton, if it’s about a boy, the worst thing you can
do is warn her away. Trust me, when I say this, she is only going to try to get
him all the more.” I huff at that thought, realising how hard it will be to
keep her away from him, with her constant temporary presence here now.
    “This is so not happening, Maria. Not on your life, or anyone
else’s. She is fourteen, not twenty. She is my sister, therefore she will
remain a virgin until she dies.” I smile that smug smile once more, undoing a
beer and drinking some of it.
    “Fourteen, Jesus, I lost mine last year.” She admitted,
instantly cowering under her brother protective glare. The growl he reveals
makes me back away slightly, let alone his sister.
    “Maria.” He bites out, clearly wanting to know the kids
name, because let’s face it, he probably is just a kid, well at least I hope he
is.
    “Oh, piss off Ant, don't even go there with that brotherly
protection crap.” That would have made her eleven, far too young by anyone’s
standards. But she is right, there is no way Ant can talk, the guy was pretty
much a man by that point, fucking girls three or four years older than him,
sometimes older.
    “What do you mean, piss off. You were fucking eleven, Maria,
a fucking child. I will slit the cunts throat.” He gets up and walks off
angrily.
    “Oh, now who’s got their knickers in a twist?” she says
sarcastically, the way she always does.
    “That’s something you should never have told him, Maria.” I
explain to her, downing the remainder of my beer. “I'm off to bed, you coming
Brandon?” I ask my brother, seeing his tired eyes closing a little.
    “Fuck yes.” He says, getting to his feet far too quickly.
    “Night, Maria. I would go to bed