The blade slices a centimeter from my brother's face, causing him to jump back with a grunt. "That's what you get for letting your guard down, brother dear," I say without hiding my satisfied grin.
"I might need to use the flat of my blade across your derri鑢e," he huffs back with a grimace. He lifts his T-shirt displaying a lean torso and a nice defined six-pack. He uses his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. He probably drives the ladies nuts with that move.
The last thing I want is a mate like any of my brothers. They're womanizers, stuck on themselves, and quite selfish if I'm being totally honest. I love them but feel sorry for the poor women who fall for their crap. They each need someone special to show them what love actually is.