Chapter Eight | Axel
Cordelia is fast asleep in my arms as I step into the house. “Axel.” My mom gasps as she looks at me, carrying my very passed out little deer. “Who is this?”
“She’s mine.” I tell her as two of my dads appear beside her.
“Good job, son.” Damien, my biological dad says with a smile.
“Good job?” Mom scoffs, “What the hell is happening in my house?”
“Calm down Kitten, you know he’s a grown man now. Let him have his fun with his pet.” Lincoln, one of my other dads’ says. “Take her up to your room, she’s not allowed to run the house until she can be trusted.”
“Understood.” I reply, sidestepping them. Walking up the stairs I turn towards the wing opposite my parents. I moved my room there after I left prison. I kick the door open and carry her to my bed. Laying her out on the mattress, I look down, tucking her soft brown curls away from her face and pull the blanket up over her body. “See you on the other side, little deer.” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
I step back out of my room, lock the door from the outside with the key I wear around my neck and let out a sigh. It’s been a long fucking day that started last night and even though I want to crawl in bed beside her, I need to meet up with Kenan and see what he discovered after he left the warehouse.
I take the stairs up to the staff quarters and head to the other side of the house and back down the stairs and knock on his door. “Kenan.” I shout as I push the door open, hoping like hell I’m not about to walk into an orgy. The way we grew up with five dads, makes life interesting, and Kenan isn’t afraid to have multiple women in here at once. I’m almost certain he’s trying to start his own harem, but he has commitment issues. He likes pussy, and loves when it’s attached to different women.
I walked in on the thing I was afraid of. Two women are sixty-nining while Kenan lays on the bed watching with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Let me know when you have a minute to talk.” I say, rolling my eyes as I turn to walk out.
“I have a minute now.” He says to my back. I look over my shoulder at him, arching a brow, because it doesn’t look like he does. “What’s up little bro?” I hate when Kenan calls me little bro, but what am I to do?
“I just needed the information you collected last night.” I say, keeping my back turned.
“It’s on the table by the door. The blue folder.” He replies, I spot the folder, grab it and leave. I love pussy, but I don’t like sharing it. If the pussy belongs to me, no one else will look at it, let alone touch it. I don’t know how anyone shares.
I flip through the pages as I walk back to my room, scanning the documents until I see printed pictures. Cordelia has been spotted with several the men who have come up missing. Time and time again. What is she doing with the bodies? I’ve assumed she kills them at this point, but I’m not sure what she’s doing after. I need to get a look in her house, but I’m not about to leave her trapped in my room, for all I know she’ll wake up and break everything just to get back at me for what I put her through.
Not that she couldn’t handle any of it also, it was scaled back because I wanted to do more than just play with her. I’m curious about her, and curiosity can be a fucking nuisance if I’m not careful.
Once I’m back at my door, I pull the key from my neck and unlock the door. She’ll probably sleep for the next several hours and I really should sleep too. However, Cordelia could wake up and slit my throat, while the thought makes my dick harden, it’s not something I can afford to happen while I’m asleep. I slip the blue folder into my nightstand, kick out of my shoes and strip down to my boxers. Carefully, I climb into the bed next to her, the soft material of the blanket and sheets comforting me immediately.
Reaching over to my nightstand I flick the light off and grab one of my earbuds, and turn some music on. I Miss You by blink-182 starts to play out loud instead of in my headphones. I turn to see if it’s going to wake my sleeping beauty, but she doesn’t move. Fuck it. I put the earbud back and let the music play, getting comfortable Cordelia rolls into me, wrapping her arm and leg around me.
Awe, my little deer wants to cuddle. I pull her against me, inhaling the scent of the strawberry shampoo we keep stocked at the warehouse and smile. Tucking her under my arm, a yawn stretches across my face. Since she’s now laying half on me, I’ll be able to feel when she stirs and wakes up. After all, I’ve spent five years locked up, I’m not a deep sleeper, and the slightest sound or movements snap me awake.
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W HEN I WAKE UP, I’M surprised to see Cordelia still sleeping away on my chest. Craning my neck, I look at the screen on my phone seeing that I slept, completely undisturbed for five hours. Which hasn’t happened in years.
If I move, will I wake her up?
I test it, trying to slide off the bed, only it’s not very manly as I slide like a child trying to get away from their parents until I’m ass on the floor with my arm still on the bed, under her head. That did not work.
I rest my chin on the mattress and stare at her, the dark unruly hair covering half of her face and the downturned lips completely relaxed.
Now that I’ve brought her to the house, she’s going to have to be tested. Otherwise, she gets a bullet between the eyes. My parents have one rule, no one in the house that hasn’t been tested.
Even Kenan’s rotating door of women have to be tested. However, each person is tested differently, depending on their abilities. Kenan’s girls, they’re simply tested based on loyalty.
No one except my parents and the one being tested knows the test exactly. The children, even though we’re all grown adults, aren’t allowed to be a part of the tests, because we could change the outcome.
My parents require a family dinner first, so they can get to know the one who needs to be tested. After dinner, my parents spend the night deciding what the test will be. Then the next morning, boom. The person is tested.
Even as children, we were tested. I was thirteen when I had mine, I had an interest in games, so I became the best person to create tortuous games for the family as we torture whomever we need to. After I was sent to prison, I would get phone calls and visits from everyone to get ideas for the games. The funny thing is, it’s not always for someone who we need information from. Kind of like I did with Cordelia. Sometimes, it’s just for fun.
She moves her head and mumbles, stretching her body out, and then lets out a sigh. “Good morning.” I state, hoping it doesn’t scare her.
It does. She jumps up to her feet on the bed with the pillow for a weapon. “Ow.” She groans, falling to her knees.
“Sore today?” I ask, pushing up off the floor.
“I hate you.” She says, falling all the way back over to her side on the bed and tucks her pillow back under her head.
“That’s okay, little deer.” I grab a pair of sweats from the back of the chair next to my bed and step into them, watching her curl back up on the bed under the blankets. “The door is locked and you can’t unlock it. I’m going to brush my teeth. Do you need anything?”
“To go home.” She states.
“That won’t be happening anytime soon.”
“Why is that exactly?”
“Tell me what you did with the bodies after you killed them?”
“Killed who?” She asks, sitting up.
“Oh, I didn’t realize we were lying today. Okay.” I nod.
“Why can’t I go home? You can’t just kidnap people. I have people who will notice I’m gone.”
I’m not going to answer her if she wants to play that game. I’m really good at games, and I don’t like losing. She’ll give in long before I do. I turn and head into the bathroom, leaving the door open so I can keep an eye on her while I brush my teeth.
She pops off the bed and follows me into the bathroom. “I have to pee.” She says, cocking her head to the side.
I have a toothbrush in my mouth, so I sidestep and point to the toilet.
“You’re going to stay in here?” She furrows her brows and I nod. “Well, that’s rude.” I just chuckle as I spit out my toothpaste and rinse the brush off. A quick rinse of my mouth and I look over at her as she sits on the toilet. “Uh, if you’re finished, you can go.” She gives me a cocky, smartass smile, and let's be honest, I like it.
Instead of leaving though, I walk to the wall in front of the toilet and lean back, watching her more intently. “You’re a fucking prick.” She says.
“I don’t hear you peeing little deer. Were you just hoping to have a moment alone in the bathroom to look for something you could use to escape with?”
“There’s no windows and you said the door was locked, how am I escaping?” She just looks bored now.
I cock a brow at her and tilt my head. “Again, I hear no peeing.”
“This is a private fucking moment, can you fuck right off and leave me alone for half a fucking second!” She picks up the lotion off the counter and throws it at me. I catch it and move over her, forcing her to look up at me. “Please.” She whimpers.
“What you fail to understand little deer is that all of your seconds are mine now.” Her eyes widen and I can see a thin layer of fear in them as she starts peeing. “Good girl.”