Dimitri's POVI turn to the voice and groan when I see my cousin."Groucho, what are you doing here?" I whisper as I shut the door behind me. Groucho, named for Groucho Marx, my aunt had a bad sense of humour, which never mixed well with pain relief. His name came when she was high on pain relief after giving birth and had been left to her own devices when they came around with his birth certificate. He was two years older than me, and there was a slight resentment that I was next in line after my father, not him. I didn't trust the man as far as I could throw him, but he was family."I thought I would come and see what all the fuss and unrest has been about of late." He responded. "Didn't realise it was some piece of pussy." He chuckled. Before I knew what was happening, a fist flew at my cousin's face, knocking him on his ass. I looked to my right to see my right hand and Vi's brother shaking out his fist. A look of pure rage on his face, I hadn't even heard him come up next to me. H
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