Chapter 75 SEVENTY-FOUR

NIKOLAI'S POV "Fucking bitch," muttered Hawke the moment he arrived at the house. Julia looked at me, wondering the same thing as to why my brother is in such a foul mood. I just shrugged but somehow, deep down, I know that it has something to do with our mother. We've been isolated in this house for many days now so I have no idea what was going on outside. Call it cowardice but the last thing anyone would want to happen is for my mother to get all her children back. "Hawke, what's wrong?" asked Julia. Hawke was still looking furious and when he faced Julia, I genuinely thought he was going to take it out on her. But he just closed his eyes and dropped himself to the couch behind him. He then poured himself some whiskey. With the little time I spent with him in this damned house, I somehow knew that Hawke is not an alcohol drinker. He prefers tea over everything else. What happened to make him drink alcohol? "The three of us," he said as he looked at me and Julia. "We are mother's tar