Page 37 of From Drummer to Gamer

“Nah, who would want to read that monstrous document? Dad said it was fine, so I signed it.” He shrugged, popping a muffin into his mouth.

“Hey, don’t steal that,” Sierra scolded. “Those are for Matty.”

“And I’m Matty’s favorite artist.” He grinned, still chewing the muffin.

“You’re his only artist,” she rebuked, puffing her cheek.

Still grinning, he stole another one.

“Hey.” Sierra shot to her feet and leaned over the table, and attempted to smack him.

But that fucker jumped away.

Within minutes, she was chasing him around the kitchen like a toddler. And I watched dumbfounded when they landed on the floor with Sierra scratching his face and him trying to push her off.

There was never a boring day with the Chan siblings, was there?

Suddenly, Raphael maneuvered her easily, and Sierra landed on the floor instead, huffing a loud breath when her back hit the marble floor.

“Can’t believe you ruined my beautiful face, you bitch,” Raphael screeched, his hands going straight for her hair.

Okay, that’s it.

“Enough,” I thundered, grabbing his hand an inch above her hair.

Both of their wide eyes flew to me.

The temperature in the room dropped when they realized the seriousness of my tone.

Only the sound of their hard breathing filled the air as they both scrambled to their feet.

“Sorry,” Sierra mumbled, her face blazing red as she returned to her seat.

“Are you hurt?” I asked in a low murmur.

“No.” She shook her head, flicking her fingers.

My eyes went straight to Raphael, looking defeated as he leaned against the counter.

“Raphael, apologize to your sister. She is older than you for a reason. You will respect her as long as you’re under my care.”

“Why should I apologize…” He stopped when he noticed the look on my face and sighed a breath of relief. “Sorry, Si,” he mumbled.

“It’s okay,” she muttered.

“And you.” I turned my attention to her. “You started this. You’re not kids anymore. Apologize to him.”

“I know.” Her lips wobbled, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

I instantly regretted my words.

My heart churned at that sight. That wasn’t a sight I wanted to see. Ieverwanted to see.

“Sorry, Raphy,” she rasped.

“Fuck, Si, you don’t have to cry for me.” He hurried to her side, patting her shoulder as she buried her face in her palms. “It’s just a scratch, it’ll go away.”

“Who cares about you!? I’m so embarrassed.” Her muffled voice leaked through her hands.