âOh yeah, because this job goes hand in hand with designer suits and six hundred dollar shoes.â
   Thatâs not to say he didnât own designer suits or shoes more expensive than some people earn in a month, but he was so used to living a life where he didnât need them that they didnât see daylight. Money, much like magic, clung to the Ipswich bloodlines - though in his birth fatherâs case it was mostly gained by largely illegal means. At least the Collinâs fortune was clean, as was his trust fund, estate money and everything he got after their death.Â
   âYeah well, read on and youâll see that one of the druggies put the kidâs sister in the hospital, suspected overdose. Thereâs your explanation.â A pause as he sucks on his teeth and rolls a single shoulder in a lazy shrug. âAnger - rage - is one hell of a motivator. Itâs a fuel that burns hot and fast.â He should know, heâs run solely on it before.
   His attention drifts from the article to the couple who had gone from merely being obnoxious to being inappropriate. The bills flutter to the floor just before the table and Chase heaves a sigh. âYou two either sit the fuck down on your individual seats or you take your aggressive make out session somewhere else. Itâs like havinâ fuckinâ teenagers in here I swear.â The pair, abashed, gather their things and head for the door with haste. âPick up your money, Garwin,â he mutters as an aside as he pulls back the paper.
   Heâs blatantly ignoring the curious expression on Reidâs face, foreseeing that a question will be following shortly. And right on cue, the preamble is presented but not followed by anything. Nothing except a sudden and piercing stabbing sensation in his frontal lobe that causes his vision to swim and his palm to press against his left temple. Eyes burn black for a split second as Chase tries to clear his head before he blinks the darkness away and shakes his head. âThe fuck, man. What was that supposed to be?!â
        âMy MOTHER would say, there are no excuses not to dress fashionably.â
        He teased him. Though it was true. His mother was something of a high valued opinion on fashion circles. It was mostly why Reid saw her with every Harley comet, growing up. He understood Chase, though. He hadnât spent his money more than necessary on the last decade. It was a sort of way not to let anything go into excess in his life. Be it spending money. Be it spending his life in power. He did have a closet full enough of designer clothes, but he rarely wore them anymore. Mostly he always had something unusual on him, non ordinary that distinguished him of other people, but he didnât care to dress to head to toes in labeled clothing like his mother had him, before. He heard the otherâs explanation, and cocked an eyebrow but nodded. He knew about rage himself.Â
        âToo fast. Though it did help me accomplish a lot of great shit in High School. Such as: the replacement of Spencerâs ugly bust, with no aid of power. One of my proudest moments, have to say. â Heâd actually started to talk about a time when heâd managed to break through Calebâs power, and send him on his ass about half a mile away. But he wasnât sure it was a wise subject. He generally avoided bringing up Calebâs specific name with Chase. So not to spark either of their tempers. Their relationship, whatever it was, was a delicate one. And he was aware of it. He snorted at Chaseâs outburst, then rolled eyes but as the couple left, let them glow with a light yellow, the flimsiest burst of power, which send the two hundred dollars flying back to his table. He caught it, and pushed it into the wallet.Â
        Because of his âreckless useâ Reid had actually trained the Power a lot more than any of his three brothers. He had learned the edges of it. Learned to control it almost effortlessly. To use it just on the right amount and not an inch more. It was why he was so good at causing mayhem without even letting his eyes turn full black. He had honed his skills through his teenage years. Often alone. Testing the limits of what he could do with the smallest portions of Power. And despite his fears, ingrained in him by all his peers growing up, it had helped him greatly in the end. âFinally can hear my own head.â But could Chase??
         âGuess not.â He ticked his tongue, raising eyebrows in surprise at Chaseâs sudden burst and obvious pain. That was... Interesting. He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, because Chase looked struck, and his cry out made Reid amused. Still, he shrugged. âTHAT was supposed to be a conversation.â He conceded in explaining. He couldnât see how it could cause problems if Chase knew. âA little somethinâ the Sons of Ipswich-â and the title was not said without a note of sarcasm âcan do. Figured that youâd either be blocked, or hear me. Was worth the tryinâ.â It was actually a kind of BOND heâd never admit to missing.
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