Chapter 6
Chapter Six
SILAS
Clothes off. I want you to lay back and spread your legs. I want us to record just how perfect your cunt is before I fuck you so hard I destroy it. Then, when you’re full of my cum you can get dressed, get your daughter and go home. I’m sure her training will be done by then ? —
“That’s enough.” Lincoln looked away.
I never moved so fast in all my life. Hitting the stop button and exiting out of the video.
“That,” my uncle shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe she’d do something like that.”
“Well, she did.” My voice was stony.
“Who is this bastard, do you know?”
I shook my head. “Not yet, I don’t. But you can be damn sure I will.”
“He’s dead,” his voice darkened. “Whoever it is, he’s a fucking dead man, right after we find out exactly what information she gave him. We can’t let this slide. We have to be on top of this. Christ, if Alexi knew.”
“He doesn’t.”
My uncle swung around, his eyes glistening with fear and rage. “Are you willing to stake our business on that?”
I stilled, my resolve waning.
“That’s what I thought. And training…what the fuck was he talking about her daughter’s training?”
Something clenched inside me. Closing tight around that information, guarding it as though it staked a claim. But it wasn’t mine to keep. I turned my head as though I could look through the walls to that traitorous little bitch playing house with my family. “There’s another recording.”
“With your mom?”
I shook my head.
“Then who?”
“My sister.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Lincoln groaned before he stopped. “Show me.”
No.
I don’t know where that controlling need came from…or why it was here. But as I reached into my pocket for my cell I felt a darkness rise with it. “There’s not a lot to see,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter. I need to understand exactly how deep we’re in here. What kinds of things your mother and your sister has told them.”
I swiped my thumb across the screen, opened the message and stopped. But she didn’t know anything. Not about the business anyway.
“Is that it?” I gave a slow nod, my grip tightening as Lincoln reached for my phone. “Can I see it?”
I had no choice but to release my hold, to let my cell slip away. He pressed play. I closed my eyes to the slick sounds that came from the speaker.
Christ that’s so good, open…that’s it. Your mouth is the best I’ve ever felt. I cannot wait to push inside that sweet cunt. You will be a good girl for me, won’t you Angel? My sweet…sweet angel.
He let it play all the way through, this time not saying a word. Rage rippled deep as I forced my eyes open. My uncle’s lips were parted, his eyes fixed on the screen until he flinched and jerked his gaze to me.
I saw it. Hunger.
“We need to know.” His voice was deep and husky. Eyes flicked back to the cell in my hand. One lick of his lips and he murmured. “Maybe there’s information embedded on the video somewhere. My guys can find it. Send the recording to me.”
I swallowed hard. No. Not this one. “The one from my mom…”
“No.” He shook his head. “That one is best.”
Why? So you can watch it again?
I didn’t need to look to see if he was hard. I knew he was.
“The last thing we need is for this to get out. It’ll…it’ll ruin us, Silas. You get that, right?” Lincoln stared at me until I slowly gave in and nodded.
“Good.” He stepped closer and squeezed my shoulder. “Send me the video, son and leave it to me.”
“We need to confront her.” I met his stare. God, I didn’t realize how much he looked like dad. “We need to demand the truth.”
“And we will.” He urged. “Give me the day, okay? Then we’ll do whatever you want.”
That clenched grip inside refused to release. Some part of me didn’t want to send it. But Lincoln looked at me like he was kin. Even if he hadn’t been around, he was…blood kin and now controlling half the business he had just as much at stake here as I did.
Whatever belonged to me now belonged to him also.
Lying adopted sister and all.
I lifted my cell and started typing, adding in his email. “Do you want the other one as well…the one of my mother?”
“No. Just your sister. That’s the one I want.”
I lifted my gaze, meeting his stare before he turned around and headed for the door.
Woosh.
The sending email finished as he opened the door and stepped out. I followed him to stare across the living room to where she sat watching movies with Gabe like she hadn’t just conspired to destroy our entire legacy on her fucking knees.
I’ll find out the truth.
Then, I’ll make you pay.
“I’ll be in touch.” Lincoln murmured and headed toward them, stopping to say something before he was gone.
The moment he was gone I knew sending the video was a mistake. I opened my messages. But it was far too late. Whether we wanted this or not we were on a collision course. One I thought started the morning I found my parents dead. Angelica turned her gaze to mine—but it looked like I was wrong…
The destruction of our family started long before that.
Beginning and ending with my mother and my sister.
All we needed to find out now…was to whom…and why.
I closed the study door behind me and headed for my room, forcing myself not to launch across the room and strangle the bitch where she sat.
“Night, Silas.” She called and a nerve twitched in the corner of my eye.
How fucking dare she. I yanked open my bedroom door, closing it hard behind me. “Fucking bitch…you goddamn fucking bitch.”
I headed straight for the bed, kicked off my boots and fell to the mattress, burying my face deep into my pillow and unleashed a primal roar.
I punched the mattress, fighting everything in me not to tear her apart.
My breath was warm, billowing back against my face before I lifted my head, looking to the door.
The sound of their steps grew closer.
“Night.” Gabe’s faint voice echoed.
Hers was indistinguishable…but I knew it was there.
Their doors closed with a soft thud. I lay there knowing right now Lincoln would be watching her. I licked my lips and reached for my cell, opening my messages to find the video.
Christ that’s so good, open…that’s it. That deep voice echoed.
I shifted on the bed, searching the camera.
Who the fuck are you? The camera shifted, blurring until it panned left catching her kneeling, her eyes wide.
I stopped the replay, pulling the recording back and stopped with her face in full view.
She was in her underwear, some kind of white lace thing, the tops of her breasts spilling out. But it was her mouth I stared at. Lips parted, just like he instructed.
My cock hardened and my breaths deepened. She was my fucking sister…but she wasn’t was she?
No.
She was a stray.
A liar.
A fucking whore dressed in white.
Mom’s beautiful angel. I could still hear mom calling her.
“Mom’s angel.” I lowered my head, my hips slowly thrusting into the bed. “Mom’s lying goddamn angel. I bet you liked being on your knees, didn’t you? I bet you give head real fucking good”
Jesus I was rock hard, moaning with the ache as I fucked nothing but air.
With a groan I shoved away from the bed, driving myself to the bathroom.
I slapped on the light, tore my clothes free and stepped into the shower, hissing at the sting on my ribs.
I looked down, finding the red claw marks on my side.
I’d forgotten about them.
Forgotten about her too. The crazy bitch who rode the Hell outta me.
I’d forgotten everything…but these videos.
I stayed there, lathering myself and winced at my stiff cock. I wanted to fist myself. It wouldn’t take long, a couple of thrusts with the image of her in my head and I’d be all over.
No.
No fucking way.
I pulled my hand away. There’d be no relief, not for me…or for her.
I switched off the taps and climbed out. Water beaded along my shoulders as I dried, then walked into my room. It was almost three am…no wonder I was beat. I pulled on boxers and climbed back into bed, smacking into my cell as my eyes closed.
Still, I saw her.
Those green eyes.
I’m sure her training will be done by then…I hear Angelica is quite the natural at giving hea d.
I moaned and turned over.
I’m sure her training will be done…I’m sure her…
I opened my eyes. She just wasn’t going to let me rest, was she?
My body was heavy as I pushed upwards and stumbled from my bed.
I don’t why I walked out…don’t know why I made it to her room.
I don’t know why I turned the handle to her bedroom and stepped inside.
But I did.
Darkness greeted me. The scent of her room soft and clean. The opposite of a whore like her. I neared her bed, my eyes adjusting to the gloom, finding the outline of her body. Soft, deep breaths rose and fell. How does a liar like her sleep? Well, apparently. Real fucking well.
“No.” She mumbled and tossed, thrashing her head. I stepped closer, staring down at her. She was always a stuck up bitch, never going out to the clubs. Never going anywhere that I knew…except for that boyfriend. How did she meet him anyway?
Your mouth is the best I’ve ever felt.
Does she use those skills on that weedy bastard? I bet she did. I grazed my teeth over my lip as my gaze drifted down. I bet she sucked him real fucking good.
I want that.
The thought gripped my balls making them tighten.
I want that mouth.
Those eyes.
I shook my head. Blood or not she was still family. What would mom think? My cock twitched, warmth at the front of my boxers cooled, the wetness rubbing against me. I was going to come just thinking about how I’d ruin her fucking angel.
I took a step and reached out, grasping the sheets and lifted. My thoughts filled with madness. The kind I knew I’d never come back from. Soft, white cotton peeked out from under the sheets. Her nightie was perfect and pure. It didn’t belong on a body like hers.