H.U.R.T
Steve the Provocator

As Darren wanted, he was eventually transferred to his family's hospital. A week there, he asked to be returned to his parents' home. There is no such rebuttal that happened in the hospital while they were in Brooklyn. Yes, it is, the hospital is theirs. There will be a doctor who will come to check on him every day.

For more than a week, the shooting has not found a bright spot at all. Whether the officers are too negligent or Bartoli is too clever.

"Darren, you're finally home. Welcome to." Lexi splashed into his arms, rewarding his brother with many kisses. Darren replies to the kiss with a warm kiss at Lexi's temple.

"I'm glad to see you're still here."

"Yes, we'll stay here until I give birth to your niece."

"I remember, your husband had said staying for eight months meant moving."

"Whatever the name, Steven and I will be here in no time. We'll occupy my room and you take it easy, my room is soundproof. Steven changed it immediately," Lexi giggled amusedly at Steve's reason for suddenly making her room soundproof. Lexi couldn't help but scream her voice and scream Steve's name as her husband began to touch her. Geez, Steve is that smart. He always felt spoiled.

Darren cleared his throat, not knowing what to respond to Lexi's statement. What he did was finally cast a drawn look at his brother-in-law.

"What's wrong," Steve could immediately interpret the gaze that was as if he was saying: what bad influence did you give to my sister!

"Lexi baby, come here, stay away from your brother." Steve pulled his wife's hand gently. "If not so how can I give grandchildren to my in-laws who already want them so much. Not so Pax Willson-, Ouhh..." Steve grimaced as soon as he got a pinch in his stomach from his wife. "I feel close when I say my father-in-law's name, dear."

"It's just that my dad's not the concomu you can hang out with." Austin slid a fist over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I never dreamed of hanging out with him either. It's gonna be so stiff."

"Nothing it out, Aus. Let him be happy. He's been suffering enough all this time."

Her father-in-law's curse made the mischievous smile on her lips fade away. Pax always brought up his suffering when the old man had no materials to attack him. Basic shortsighted!

"Ouh, Father-in-law, you're understanding."

"I'll take you to your room." Steve stood behind the wheelchair, pushing the wheelchair.

"You're in trouble. There is no elevator here. The wheelchair can't pass the stairs..."

Darren suddenly stood up from the chair, "But my legs can." Darren walked in leisurely. "The one who was injured was my shoulder blade. Not my feet. My room is right next to Lexi's, I hope we keep each other's privacy. Respect for each other is the key to peace."

"Go get married."

Darren snorted, "What's the connection?"

"For you to know that respect and mutual privacy will disappear once you have fun with your wife. By the way, I've never seen you date. You normal?"

Darren practically stopped his steps, turning to look at Steve. The bead is glittering. What kind of silly question is this?

Darren descended one of the stairs and leaned towards his brother-in-law. Steve automatically rewinds his body to the ladder divider.

"You know me very well. A man like you is obviously my taste. Come to my room if my sister is asleep" Darren deliberately breathed into Darren's ear.

Steve chokes, coughing. He violently pushed Darren's body away from him.

Prangs!!

Darren and Steve compactly squeaked and turned to the source of the voice. There was Isabell staring at the two with a nauseous look like she was holding something back.

"Isabell's..." Darren who realized what the girl was thinking was trying to explain. What possessed him to act silly like that. It's all because of Steve! This man is a doom-bearer. After poisoning Lexi, she is now tainted with the man's bawdiness. Holy hooch! Since when did he serve such a disgusting ridiculous thing earlier.

Isabell's hands trembled at the glass shard.

"Your hands are trembling, Isabell. Have the waiter clean it up.''

Isabell did not listen to Steve's warning. Darren's words were still ringing in his ears.

"Isabell, your hands..."

"Argh..." And the finger was again hurt.

"Suck!!"

Isabell looked up. Looking in horror at Darren. He thought the rude swearing was directed at him.

"Your hand's hurt. You're not listening to me, Isabell." Steve went down the stairs, intending to get close to the girl. Steve halted his steps as soon as he saw Austin crossing the room.

"What's going on?" Austin pulled Isabell to his feet. "Yes, my God, why do you love to hurt your finger" Austin sucked blood on Isabell's finger and blew it. "I'll take the plaster. Be careful, Isabell." Austin leaves them to pick up the plaster and Isabell foolishly crouches back down to clear the shard.

"WAITER!"

Isabell reflexively shouted and sat down to hear Darren's sudden thundering voice.

"Gosh, my eardrum is about to break," Steve scratched his ear, highlighting his annoyance towards his brother-in-law who had a sour face. The regret on Steve's face vanished, turning into a twitch then in the next second a mocking smile fell on his lips.

"What's wrong? Is there a fire?" His prickly nature began to crumble. "Save yourself, Dude." Steve patted Darren's shoulder which the man brushed aside violently.

"Gosh, what's going on? Is your wound okay?" Her mother emerged from the kitchen still wearing an apron and her right hand was clutching a spatula.

It was not just his mother who suddenly appeared, suddenly everything was already there.

"What happened to Isabell, why did he cry?" Lexi sat next to the girl, embracing her shoulders. "Oh, my gosh, his finger's hurt."

"Mom, Isabell's finger is injured. Isabell cried. Looks like a glass shard stuck in his finger. It must have been very painful."

"No glass shard, I checked it. Why are you crouching again? Are you picking up the shard again?" Austin again helps Isabell stand up and then helps Lexi.

"I don't want anyone to get hurt" said Isabell.

"What's it like to hurt?"

Isabell shook his head, "Just a little bit of a pain."

"Then why are you crying?"

"Darren snapped at him."

Everyone immediately looked at Darren with murderous eyes.

Darren just shook his head, staring at everything with a calm, flat and unreadable expression. The man then tilted his head, staring at his brother-in-law, Stev, the provocateur.

"Basic shithead!" He said cynically and then left without explaining anything else. He swore he would beat Steve once the wound on his hand healed.

What exactly is that man's grudge against me? Darren grumbled, resisting the urge to turn around raising a fist in Steve's face.