9. Max
Chapter 9
Max
26 Weeks
I sit across from my mother as she rambles on about how perfect Christian and Savvy seem to be, “He hasn’t laid a finger on the bait we left for him. Looks like you didn’t train the whore very well. Savvy is a perfect robot when she needs to be. Obviously, she was trained appropriately.”
“Are you listening to me? Maxwell!” My mother pulls me out of my thoughts.
“Yes, Mother, I hear you.” I reply, rolling my eyes.
“If you would quit trying to woo the little tramp and just fuck her senseless, this would be much easier. This shit didn’t work when you didn’t want to hurt Lottie either. Savvy is the perfect pet, just like we knew she would be. Bash trained her, unknowingly, for you. The bitch just has to choose you, or this is all for nothing and we all lose. Sylvia played her part perfectly, exactly how we all planned. It took longer to get rid of Bash than we expected, but that all worked out. This will too if you quit looking at her like she is a fragile doll, you don’t love this one. You loved Lottie and were able to still do your job. You want to beat Christian once and for all and prove you are the one worthy of being a Saint? This is how you do it!” She is talking to me as if I’m still the seventeen-year-old boy she taught to train his pet.
Saints have pets to get them through, until their covenant comes of age. Saints get to choose how that covenant’s life will be lived if they choose to. She is his and he is hers, blah, blah, blah. Saints can do what they want. We are the people who run the world of cocaine, with several businesses to cover where the real money is made, without anyone having a fucking clue, and the benefits are vast. You do what you are told and live a normal life outside the circle, all while they tell you what to do and how to do it most of the time. So far, I’m barely one foot in the circle, when my entire life has been given to the Saints. My mother made Sylvia sign Savannah over to her when she was born. My mother has always stated that she would willingly be my covenant. Once I show it to the Saints, she will be mine and Christian will lose. It’s the one loophole that covenants have. The ability to say no. Most are just too scared to, knowing they could be punished if they aren’t chosen.
When Lottie didn’t choose me or Bash, mother hid me away again. They have never accepted me as a Saint, truly. I’m just the trainer, just like Bash was, nothing more. Christian has always been the golden boy. Had he been brought up like the rest of us things may have been different.
“Charlotte has been dead a long time. Savannah is my covenant. You chose her at birth for me and I will give her time to fall in love with me. She isn’t like the others. She is complacent, yes, but she has a fire that I don’t want to see put out completely if I’m going to tolerate her being mine. I want to be the one who flames it. She has to want me to fuck her if it’s going to work.” I take a long drink from my bulky glass and set it on her perfect glass topped coffee table. She immediately picks it up, putting a coaster underneath it.
“She can’t fall in love with you while she is still thinking there is hope for Christian finding her. She is doing nothing more than playing the game and keeping you complacent. She was trained already, by the best. Anyway, I thought since she has been such a good girl lately that I would give her a treat. I’m letting her talk to her husband at dinner. Don’t look at me like that. He is losing his mind at this point, and your girl hasn’t done shit other than feed us information on how crazy and miserable he is, and don’t forget about all the men we have lost. I’m giving him a break for the day. MJ is with him as we speak.” She smirks at me, the corners of her pink lips spreading wider at the look on my face.
“Why the fuck would you send her to him? I am her guardian, not you. Why does he deserve to get to know the one person who hasn’t been tainted by him or his fucking twin? He will never come around, mother! He isn’t like us. He wasn’t brought up to be a Saint!” I finish yelling at her, disgusted that she would send my perfect little girl to someone who doesn’t understand anything.
“What if he takes her in retaliation?” I need to know if she is okay.
“Oh God. Your perfect little Magnolia June is doing her duty. You can’t protect her from the world anymore. She has been chosen and you will let her go. Christian knows he isn’t her father. When Sebastian chose Charlotte to be his covenant, he thought he had the right to fuck her then. He was never right in the head. If I had a hand in raising him, things might have turned out different for everyone. This is your last chance with the Saints, or you will never be anything more than a trainer. It’s time you take care of business.” She looks at me like she almost feels bad.
“You did what you had to do with Charlotte, I know. Sylvia is the one who ultimately betrayed you, along with Augustine. You said that the Saints want to see how this plays out. They want Christian, which means he will get Savvy in the end, but only if he figures it out in time. Your precious Christian is going to lose. The plan will continue. When he finally shows up, I get to be the one to kill him. You will get what you want in the end, but at what cost? I won’t give everything up for you to choose him again!” I get up and storm out of her office and make my way to mine.
I pour bourbon filling my tumbler. I down it, then another, and another. I know what I have to do.
I place the decanter on the glossy black coffee table and relax back into the soft leather couch, remembering how I trained Lottie. We were just kids, but I fell in love with her. She had a smart mouth and she absolutely loved sucking my dick. Bash had been prepping her already, so it wasn’t difficult to get her to comply with everything I wanted to do to her. I learned what made her body come to life over the year she was with me. I taught her to embrace pain and make it something so much better.
She came to love me too, I think. With women you never really know if it’s an act or real. Women are wired to be conniving to get what they want. If they have a nice pair of tits and a decent face, they have it made. Just like my mother does.
Charlotte was innocent and sweet at first. Since she was already pregnant, I was allowed to use every hole she had in any way I saw fit. My mother and Mark always made sure I knew that the sky was the limit and wanted me to use my imagination. They watched and made sure that I didn’t go too far for a while, until they felt I could go on my own with her. I loved her, I just wanted to be with her. Mark figured out that I wasn’t training her anymore first. Then we both had hell to pay.
I think back to my first meeting with Lottie. It wasn’t my first time, and I knew what to do, but I was nervous. I jacked off three times that day to make sure I didn’t nut too fast. She was lying on my bed with her arms tied above her head, a black ball gag was placed in her mouth. She wore a matching baby pink panty and bra set with her long black hair splayed out, a vast contrast to the silky white sheets. She hadn’t started showing yet, but I knew she was already pregnant. The way she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. The way she tried to smile with the gag in her mouth when I dropped my towel and climbed on the bed with her that first night. Fuck, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and she was all mine.
I am hard as a rock thinking of how many times I fucked her that night. She enjoyed it too by the time the night was over with. She passed out with my cum leaking out of her mouth, ass, and pussy. She was mine and I made sure to mark her as such. I took a sharpie and wrote Max across her forehead before I had Mark come and take her to her room.
As a Saint you are brought up to believe women are pets or covenants and should be treated as such. Sylvia brought Charlotte here knowing Fiona wanted blood for Sylvia ratting her out to her husband. They had both been unfaithful to their husbands, but when push came to shove Sylvia ratted out Fiona to Augustine to save her own ass when Fiona caught them fucking in his office. Luckily Mark was the one ordered to end my mother’s life. Had he done what was ordered, I wouldn’t be here, and Sylvia would be the one running the pet stockyards instead of Fiona. It’s funny how things work out.
Being with Savvy in the birthing room brought back so many memories of Lottie and I in that room. I was with her when she found out that she was having a girl. I was with her for everything, even MJ’s birth. I held her first. I was a kid who promised the girl he loved that he would protect her daughter. That I would make sure she would be okay. Fiona raised her to be a pet instead of a covenant. There was nothing that I could do about it, but I know no matter what, she will be loved and taken care of once she marries Alec. My promise will be fulfilled. Will promises made to me be fulfilled or will I get screwed over by the one person who should have loved me more? I won’t let Savvy die just because she isn’t cooperating with Fionas plan. She will serve me, and she will want to. If Savannah dies, it will be when I fucking say so. We still have plenty of time. I really hope it doesn’t come to that, again.
I have thought of Lottie so much since Savannah has been here. They are very similar. I smile wide as I wonder if they will have the same kinks. I down another drink and slam the glass down and get up, deciding it’s time for Savvy to start doing her duty.