Chapter 2
Chapter Two
SILAS
Two weeks later.
The club was fucking packed. Women jostled for prime spots on the dance floor while the guys crowded darkened corners where they drank and had lap dances in front of us.
As entertaining as it was watching some asshole finger a bitch for the third time, I’d had enough.
I rose from my seat, earning a glance from one of my boys, Jamison. “You out of here?”
“Nah,” I shook my head. “Just to the bar.”
I didn’t want to go home to the hollow fucking rooms of our home. I sure as Hell didn’t want to go home to her— Mom’s fucking angel.
I leaned both elbows on the bar and pushed the empty glass forward.
Heads turned my way, eyes widened a second later when they recognised who I was.
It didn’t take long with our faces plastered all over the goddamn media.
Who else’s father murdered their mother, then blew out his fucking brains dressed in Armani?
My father, that’s who .
“This doesn’t look like your scene either.”
I turned my head finding a blonde next to me. “Oh yeah?” I muttered. “And what exactly do you think is my scene?”
She gave a soft shrug, those brown eyes roaming my body. “Oh, I dunno. An illegal street race perhaps?”
The corners of my mouth tugged a little.
I scanned the crowd, hating this goddamn place.
I’d give anything to be outside, to feel the cold air biting my face and the searing scent of gasoline in my lungs.
But I wasn’t out there with the guys pushing my bike as fast as it’d go, because right now I didn’t belong there either.
The weight of my own goddamn legacy weighed me down.
The glass slid toward me. I grabbed it, downing the contents until that burn moved through me. Laughter pushed in and whispers followed as the blonde moved closer. I could see her friends urging her on, daring her to approach the hard Ares bastard who was looking desperate as fuck.
That’s because I was.
I nodded to the bartender. “Leave the bottle.”
He knew better than to argue. I downed the next glass and poured as the blonde moved closer. Was she still here?
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” She shifted while her girlfriends jabbed her in the side. “Yeah,” she added. “I’m pretty sure you know that.”
I turned, giving her my full attention. “Beautiful, huh?” My words slurred as I grabbed her, sliding my hand around to the back of her neck.
Long waves of her hair slipped over my fingers.
She reminded me of someone. Someone who nagged at the back of my mind, along with the empty fucking tomb we called home.
My focus shifted to the crowd, gravitating to a group of suited up coke-sniffing chumps and found my brother smack bang in the middle.
He laughed and drank, one arm wrapped around some random bitch.
His attention shifted, finding me instantly before he drunkenly lifted a glass in fucking salute.
Even from here I could see he was fucking wasted.
What a goddamn bloodline our parents left behind.
He murdered her, can you believe that?
The words pushed in, leaving me to look away. But the blonde found him. “You know him or something?”
“Yeah.” I slid my hand from her neck and grabbed my glass. “Or something.”
The bottle in front of me didn’t last for some reason. Inch by inch, pour by pour it dwindled until I didn’t see one empty bottle, I saw two.
“You want to get out of here?” She slid her hand along my arm. “You can take me to your place.”
I laughed and shook my head. “You don’t want to go there.”
She gripped my jaw, forcing my gaze to hers. “But I do.”
Her brown eyes shimmered. No, that voice whispered. She didn’t really want to go to the murder house. But the thought didn’t take hold. Instead, I drained the last dregs and reached into my pocket, pulling out my black Amex. “You know what? Fuck it. Let’s go.”
The card was swiped in a heartbeat. I grabbed the thing, then her hand and headed for the front. Doors opened.
“Mr. Ares, enjoy your evening” The bouncer called.
I barely heard him, sucking in the cold night air as I scanned the cars. Headlights flared as a sleek black BMW pulled around and parked in front. The driver was out in an instant, rounding the front to open the rear door. I climbed in, dragging her with me.
The door didn’t even close before she was on top of me. The sequins on her fucking dress scratched my face as she pushed her tits against my mouth. I didn’t have the goddamn strength to fight. Just take it. Take what you fucking want from me. I’m done.
We made it home. I couldn’t remember much, stumbling in through the rear of the house. My clothes dragged from my body as I found my room and stumbled inside.
“I’m gonna fuck you so well, you’ll never want me to leave.”
I doubted that.
I doubted that very much.
I gave a nod and a slur, saying something. Her hands were all over my cock, yanking open my jeans. Sharp nails stung the head.
“Watch it!” I hissed.
“Sorry.” She murmured, grabbing the back of my neck to drag my mouth to hers.
Jesus Christ. It was like getting mauled by a bear. All nails and fucking desperation. I stumbled backwards, hit the side of the bed and fell…and the bitch fell with me.
Lips, tongue.
Her mouth was on my cock, taking it all the way inside. How the fuck I was hard, I didn’t know. Still, I closed my eyes, fighting the muted wave of pain in my chest and the alcohol, trying my best to focus.
He murdered her, can you believe that?
That ravenous abyss in my chest grew larger as someone climbed on top of me. I didn’t even remember who. All I remembered was the image of that study the moment I opened the door and saw what waited for me.
Mom.
Dad.
And all the goddamn blood.
“That’s it, baby.”
I bounced and bounced and fucking bounced. My stomach rolled until the burn of alcohol splashed into the back of my throat.
“Oh GOD that’s it.”
What the fuck?
I looked down as she flung her hair back, grinding and riding, her dress now gone. When the fuck did that happen? Who the fuck was she? I had no idea and it was far too late to find out. My balls tightened as she rode my cock like a goddamn mechanical bull.
Her moans were grating, her face nothing more than a haze. One I was already desperate to forget. I closed my eyes, unleashing a moan that was part desperation and a whole lot of agony. But she unleashed a cry of release and my cock did its own thing, twitching and jerking as I came hard.
A second was all it took to understand exactly what I’d done. I looked down as those violent thrusts slowed and she slid off me, falling to the bed like a rag doll.
“Oh my God, that was so good.” She moaned.
I looked at the mess she left behind. “Condom.” I managed.
She lifted her head, cracking one eye open. “It’s a little late for that, wouldn’t you say?”
A little late?
I had no idea what the fuck just happened.
“Besides.” She pushed up, kissing me on the lips before she snuggled right in against me.
“I’m on the pill. We don’t want kids just yet, do we?
I plan on getting to know you real well first, Silas.
” Her nails dug into my side as she pressed harder against me.
“And I want you to get to know me as well.”
No.
Fuck no.
I opened my mouth to say just that, but it was no use…she was passed the fuck out. Her heavy breaths turned into a snore. I unleashed a moan and lifted my arm, shoving her aside. “Get the fuck off me.”
My cum cooled against my thighs, leaving me to swipe my hand through the mess and slowly drag my ass up from the bed before I stumbled for the bathroom.
I didn’t even reach for the light, just took a piss, then used the hand towel to clean myself. Shadows blurred. Fuck, how smashed was I? I didn’t have the answer for that, just shoved out my hand, bracing on the door as I made for the bed once more and fell, hitting it hard.
A moan came from someone beside me. There was a panicked moment that rose from the dark, before in an instant, it was snatched away…and everything else with it.
Beep.
I surfaced for a second, then plunged back down.
Beep.
I flailed, my face buried into the pillow and somehow found my phone. One eye cracked open to find the blurry caller ID. Motherfucker. My finger pressed the button before I pulled it close to my ear. “St. James. I told you to never call me again.”
“You’ll want this one.” His deep growl echoed, reminding me of my father. An ache flared instantly in my chest. “I have information about your mother.”
My mother?
The words were icy water in my veins pushing the drunken haze further away. I shifted in bed. “What kind of information?”
“The kind of information that will rock your world.”
I glanced over my shoulder to the shadowed figure under the sheets and rose. Faint memories came back to me. Some fucking club where I was smashed off my face. Claw marks that still stung across my body. A woman who was very available. I didn’t even remember her name.
Fear pushed deeper. That knowing hovered just out of reach and my pulse sped. Still, I rose and made my way out of my bedroom, closing the door behind me. “Speak.”
There was a heartbeat of silence. London St. James, like my father, wasn’t used to others speaking to him like that. In fact I doubt anyone did…or saw daylight after. I licked my lips, tasting the bitter tang of regret. Right now I didn’t give a fuck what St. James liked or didn’t like.
“You didn’t want to be involved in the war with Hale and the Order.” I walked along the hallway where our bedrooms were, stopping outside Theo’s open door. His bedroom was still dark, his bed still made. “I think that was a mistake,” St. James chided.
“Oh yeah?” This asshole was starting to piss me off.
I kept walking, stopping at the small alcove and the bedroom door at the end of the hall, my sister’s Angelica’s. “How’s that?”
“Because I have in my possession a recording…of your mother…on the date of her death…having sex with a man who’s not your father.”
I froze staring at her door.
My pulse thundered.
My world darkened.
“You want to say that again?”
Fucking bullshit.
Fucking BULLSHIT.
This motherfucker was going to say anything. He was going to say?—
“I’m watching the recording right now. It’s her, your mother and another man…and not only that…your sister, Angelica…she knows the truth.”
That brutal rage plummeted inside me, carving all the way through the pain and the loss. “Send me the recording, London…no more lies. No more secrets. I want the truth .”
“I agree.” He said and started typing. “It’s time you get to the bottom of this. I’m sending it now. If you want more…I have it. Find out who did this, Silas and protect your family.”
“I will.” I stared at my sister’s door, then hung up the call.
My breaths were heavy, staring at the darkness of her door. Fingers clenched around the cell. I took a step as a beast inside me howled for vengeance. I shook, desperate for the need to go in there, to tear her from her fucking bed and scream in lying goddamn face.
She knew.
She fucking knew.
That goddamn bitch stood next to us as we buried our parents and still she said nothing.
It took all my goddamn strength to move backwards, but I did, turning around and headed for my bedroom.
One click and the glare was instant, flooding the room.
A low moan came from the woman in my bed.
I bend down, picking up her dress and her purse and threw it toward her. “Get dressed, then get out.”
She opened her eyes. Black mascara a damn mess. “What?”
“I said.” I leaned on the bed, seeing her clearly now. “Get dressed, then get the fuck out.”
Her lip trembled as she shook her head. Stupid whore didn’t know when she was used. Only…it seemed like she was the one who did all the using. I rose, waiting for the realization to hit.
It did…
And it was messy.
Tears came as she crawled from the bed, and then came the screaming. I stood there, taking her blows and slaps, all the while my mind replaying St. James’s words. My mother…fucking another man? There was no way it was her. It couldn’t be…my parents had their fucking faults. But they were in love.
“I thought we had something!” The bitch in front of me screamed.
“We did,” I answered coldly. “A mistake.”
She dressed and I walked her out, messaging for an Uber before leaving her outside the house.
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” Her words stopped me.
I gave a nod. “I know,” then walked back in, closing the door behind me.
I had a video to watch.
A sister to interrogate.
One way or another, I was finding out what happened. I headed back to my room, finding Theo leaning against the doorway to his bedroom. “That was entertaining.”
My lip curled. “Where the fuck were you?”
He gave a shrug, not answering. I glanced at his pupils and shook my head. “You’re a fucking disgrace.”
He turned as I made for my bedroom. “And you’re the fucking pride of the Ares name!” He called. “It’s only a matter of time, Silas before good ‘ol Uncle Linc comes calling, and tears our entire business apart!”
I slammed the door behind me.
Goddamn asshole!
He was right. I winced as that agony grew claws in my chest. My breaths were tight, that ache moving deeper.
As much as I hated that druggy sonovabitch I called a brother, he was right.
Lincoln was breathing down our goddamn neck, just waiting for the opportunity to take the Ares business for himself.
After all, it was all he ever wanted right? Take my legacy. Take my life.
My cell came alight with a message.
Inbox: Video you asked for—London.
I made for my desk, yanking out the chair and hit the mouse of my computer, bringing the screen to life. There it was…waiting for me in my inbox. I clicked the link, opening the video and stopped with the mouse hovering over the play.
I didn’t know what I was in for…but I had a feeling it wasn’t good.