Chapter Twenty-Five
Lorelei
M y eyes flutter open and I gasp when I see Clay’s face inches from mine. “Morning,” he says with a grin. I frown deeply at him and he kisses the tip of my nose.
“I don’t wanna be awake,” I mutter.
“Well, you’ve been asleep since yesterday when we were in the car, so… you have to get up,” he says, smacking my ass.
“Ow! Asshole,” I say but squeal when he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed. I laugh when he nearly pulls me off the bed, but I manage to stand. “You’re persistent.”
“You need to eat,” he says.
“Where are Cameron and Remington?” I ask as I go to the dresser and get a pair of leggings to put on.
“Making breakfast. Andrea and Ross are here. Your mom, I believe, should be here too,” he says, watching me get dressed.
“Ah,” I say. “Well, alright.”
We go downstairs and everyone turns and smiles at me. “Hey,” I say with a sigh.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Mom says as she hugs me.
“Hey, Momma,” I mutter.
“I am so sorry he hurt you, baby,” she says. “I had no idea. I don’t even know what to say.”
“Well, he’s dead now, so it’s whatever,” I say. “What’s for breakfast?”
“French toast,” Cam says. I nod and sit at the table.
“What are we doing today?” I ask, looking at Ross.
“I think it would be wise for you to make a statement,” Ross says.
“Okay.”
“Are you okay?” Andrea asks.
“Yep. Anything else?”
“No,” she says slowly. Everyone is looking at me and it’s pissing me off.
“Okay. Well, I will make a statement but I’m going to the office. I have some things…”
“Lori, no,” Remy says with a frown.
“I wasn’t asking for permission, Remington,” I snap. “I’ll grab something to eat on the way.”
I stand and find my purse before walking to the door. “Lori, you can’t be off by yourself,” Cam says as everyone follows me.
“Why?” I ask,yelling at him. “He’s dead, Cameron. I did that. The problem is solved, so I’m going to work. Sit here and pout if you want.”
I turn and walk out of the house and go to my car. I haven’t driven in a while and it feels nice to be alone finally. I get in and lock the door before anyone can get to me. When I get to the gate, it won’t open right away. When I put it in reverse with a plan to break the fucker down, it opens.
I turn the music up loud and just drive.
There is a part of me that wants to keep going and never look back.
If I just run away, everyone could be rid of me.
All I have done is bring chaos. I killed my mother‘s husband, my brother’s father, my father…
I killed him to save myself. To avenge Beatris.
I did it without thinking or hesitating.
What kind of monster does that make me? What fucks me up the most is that I don’t regret it.
I don’t feel bad. I don’t care that he’s gone.
The part of me that just wanted my daddy back, the man who raised me, that part is gone and I’m glad the bastard is dead.
I just wish he could’ve suffered the way Tris did.
When I pull into the parking lot, the reporters spot me getting out of the car immediately. I know everyone else will be close behind me, but it’s definitely a statement for me to show up alone.
“Lorelei! What do you have to say about your father?” someone shouts at me. I turn and face them as I see everyone pull into the lot next to my car.
“The man who raised me is gone. He was gone long before he hurt my best friend, long before he snuck onto that plane and hurt me. That man never existed and the monster that he really was created this facade of a loving husband, father, friend, boss, and so much more. He manipulated and tricked everyone around him into believing that he was a good person. My thoughts are simple; I’m glad he’s dead, but I wish he had suffered. ”
A turn and walk into the building and go straight to the elevator.
I have every intention of locking myself in my office.
I don’t care if I have to barricade the door, I just want to work and everyone leave me the fuck alone.
As the elevator door closes, I see everyone rushing to the elevator to get to me.
About halfway up the building, I pull the emergency stop.
They can’t get to me if I’ve locked myself in here.
I slide down the wall to sit on the floor and tears roll down my cheeks. My phone starts to ring in my purse, and I reluctantly get it out to answer. “What?” I sniffle.
“Where are you, Lorelei?” Cameron asks.
“In the elevator,” I say, my voice breaking.
“Start it back up and come talk to me, please. Just me and you, okay?”
“I killed him,” I whimper.
“I know, sweetheart. Start it back and let me get to you. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say after a few seconds. I stand up and start the elevator. It immediately opens on the next floor and I see everyone standing there waiting. As promised, only Cameron gets in. When the doors shut, Cameron scans his badge and takes us to the basement.
When it opens up, Cam takes my hand and leads me out. The basement is primarily used for storage, but there is also an office area down here. “Why are we here?” I ask.
“Because no one will look for us down here,” he says. “Remy is the only other one with access.”
“Okay,” I say simply. We get into the back office and he locks the door before walking over to me. “What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” he says as he yanks my leggings down. I kick off my shoes and step out so he can pick me up. He has my legs draped over his arms as he grips onto me. I unbutton his jeans to pull his cock out, and he slams into me.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Who am I, Lorelei?” he asks.
“Cameron,” I say as he slowly fucks me but stays deeps. “My brother.”
“Do you regret letting me inside you?”
“No,” I pant. “God, I love it. I love you.”
“Good girl,” he praises. “I love you so fucking much, Lori. I will love you no matter who you kill, why you did it, who is next, or if you regret it. We are not judging you. Not even the media is. You did what you had to do, and now he is dead.”
“I’m glad he’s dead,” I say.
“So am I. I am also glad you like my cock so much.” He smirks. “Do you understand the point here?”
“No,” I sigh and lean my head back.
“Our family is seriously fucked up,” he says.
“Incest, crime, trafficking, assault, drugs, and everything else in between. So, now we have another murder to add to the mix. So what? I don’t care, Bloomington doesn’t care, the cops don’t care, Clay still wants to fuck you stupid, and we will all be okay. ”
“Mom cares,” I groan.
“Don’t talk about our mother when my cock is buried inside of you,” he laughs.
“Then fuck me and stop messing around,” I frown.
He grins mischievously before standing me up.
He turns me around and lays me across the desk before slamming back into me.
This time he starts fucking me hard and fast, pushing as deep as he can.
I cover my mouth and moan wildly as he fucks me like it’s a race.
It feels so goddamn good to have him this deep.
He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, which makes me put my hands on the desk for support.
He resumes covering my mouth for me and goes harder.
My eyes are rolled back into my head as he pounds into me, and the huge oak desk creaks with every thrust. It sounds like it’s going to fall apart, but not if I do first.
“You’re such a fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” he growls.
“Mhmm,” I whimper into his hand.
“Come for me, Lori. Show your big brother just how much of a fucking whore you are… Fuck, you feel so goddamn good… so tight…”
When my orgasm crashes over me, his drags us further down.
When he pulls out of me, he lifts me up and lays me across the desk.
I immediately have to slap my hand over my face as he dives in and starts eating his come out of my pussy.
He pushes his tongue into me and is practically drinking from my body.
I am desperately rocking my hips, wanting more.
When he latches on and starts sucking my clit, I scream into my hand.
I grabbed the back of his head and start grinding my pussy against his mouth.
My movement causes him to tug and pull at my clit, but it’s when his teeth bite down on me that everything explodes again.
“Oh my God,” I say breathlessly when he helps me put my leggings back on. “Christ, Cameron.”
“Like that?” he asks with a grin. “Figured it would be best if my come wasn’t leaking out of you when we returned to the others. I suspect that might give us away.”
“You… are crazy,” I say. He captures my mouth and kisses me hard, making me relax.
“Now, what about Mom?”
“Why isn’t she upset about Dad?” I ask. “She’s just as indifferent as he was. I didn’t see it until Dad, but they’re both like that.”
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Andrea and Ross are still investigating her, but… I don’t trust it. Dad accidentally ended up with Tris and brutally murdered her. He knew he was going on that plane and would end up dying. That was a suicide mission. He would’ve killed Mom, not left her there at the cabin.”
“What if she was actually running things?” I ask.
“We could take a risk and corner her. Make her think we know and see if she cracks,” Cam suggests.
“Worst-case scenario, she thinks we are crazy,” I shrug.
“Baby, we are crazy,” he laughs before kissing me again. “Next time, just talk to us. Okay?”
“Okay. I’m sorry I was a bitch. I was spiraling,” I say.
“Yeah, I figured. Your night terrors were intense,” he says. “Let’s go back up. I have an idea on how to corner her.”