Bad Apple by Stephanie Brother

The term “staying out of trouble” was completely lost on Rogue.

He thrived on it.
Toyed with it like an addict.
He was the bad apple of our family, because he was addicted to gambling, drugs, and women.
A loser in all three.
It was pathetic.
He never won.
He was like a kid with a new toy.
He’d play, get bored, and move on to the next thing.
Always wanting something new.
Always losing.
I was asked to help him.
Begged to make my stepbrother see the error of his ways.
But a leopard can’t change its spots.
I knew it was a lost cause, but I got roped in.
A cause that I was sure the hell going to lose!
Because I gave him two things that I’d never planned to do: One was my heart and the other was a baby…