Chapter 4
Chapter Four
HUNTER
I crushed another can of beer between my fingers as I sat in the darkness of my trailer. The AC and heater here were shit and my trailer sat on a plot of bumpy land beside a dense, gnarled forest, but it had one thing going for it.
My brother didn’t know where I was.
I should get up, work on my motorcycle or truck, but I couldn’t do shit but sit here in the shadows and think about what an asshole I was.
How she must hate me
Chasing and playing with my sister-in-law had been the hottest thing I’d ever done in my life, but for her it would be the most sickening betrayal.
I’d stuck my cock in her under false pretenses. And she had only liked it because she thought I was Henry.
Fuck, this sucked.
I needed to get stupidly drunk immediately.
Before I could grab another beer, my phone rang.
My dumbass heart leaped at the idea that it could be Angel.
But of course it wasn’t.
Shit shit shit
“I’m not going to fucking dance for you anymore, asshole,” I snarled into the speaker.
He didn’t even bother replying to that.
“You need to get down here and fix what you fucked up.”
Then the phone went dead.
For a moment I stared down at it, then with a sudden vicious movement I threw my phone as hard as I could into the warped wood paneling of the trailer.
“Fuck!”
But of course it was a massive brick Nokia, so it didn’t even crack the screen. I pocketed the phone and got on my bike to go back into town.
When I arrived at my brother’s office, it was almost midnight.
Henry had always been a nasty little fucker.
Even when we were kids, I’d caught him multiple times doing shit like pulling the wings off butterflies or fucking with bugs and ants just for fun.
And when I found him chasing a bunny one day, I beat the shit out of him. I was always an inch or so taller, a little faster, a bit stronger. He never had any power over me. Ever.
He didn’t even try to take me on.
Then he showed me that first video and I’d been his fucking bitch servant boy ever since.
As I opened the door, a pale, dark-haired woman brushed by me, her tits half-out still.
The room stank like sex and cum. Henry was putting his cufflinks back in, and he jerked his head at the woman’s retreating back.
“I ruined that pussy and ass, but if you ask nicely she might give you a blowjob.”
“No thanks. What do you want now?” I asked.
The less emotion I showed, the less power Henry had over me.
My twin slipped his suit jacket back on and straightened the knot in his silk tie in the mirror with meticulous care.
“You fucked up with Angelise, dumbass. Letting her see your tattoo? That was stupid. Now she’s pissed at me.”
“Maybe stop cheating on her,” I suggested acidly.
“If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it,” Henry snapped, raising an eyebrow at me. “You need to fix it.”
“The problem is you fucking around on her and lying to her. I can’t fucking fix that.”
“Oh, I hoped you’d be defiant,” my twin smirked.
He pressed a button and two of his greasy little business associates came in, squirrelly little fuckers with shifty eyes and slicked-back hair.
“Boys, I have a little treat for you.”
The television on the wall lit up and a woman biting her lip filled the screen.
Her hands twisted behind her back, reaching for the clasps of her lacy white bra as her breasts spilled into the frame.
“How do you want me tonight?” she breathed.
My stomach instantly dropped, my body filling with the familiar nausea as I dragged my eyes away.
I could kill my brother right here.
But what if I couldn’t find all the videos?
“Look at the screen,” Henry ordered, kicking his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his chair.
I didn’t want to. I fucking hated the fact that threaded through my cold hatred and revulsion was that sick flame of arousal I got from seeing her beautiful, lush body naked.
“Sick tits,” one of the other men commented, yanking on his suit collar.
The woman on the screen moved, wriggling out of her pants so we got a perfect view of her plump ass.
“Fuck, she’s hot,” the first man said again.
“She was hot,” Henry corrected, his cold psychopath face staring unsmiling at the screen. “About 40 pounds ago.”
There was a knife in my pocket, and I tightened my fingers around the razor-sharp blade so hard I felt it slide through my flesh.
He was taunting me. I knew he was. Trying to get me to do what he wanted. I couldn’t react.
So I said nothing.
I promised Angel I’d never do it again. Never fool her again. Even though she hated me, I had to keep this promise.
“Boys, if you get married,” Henry said, “Make sure it’s to someone who knows going to the gym isn’t optional.”
I tasted blood in my mouth, felt blood dripping between my fingers. Could he hear how ragged my breathing was? How close I was to losing control?
My twin picked up the remote and pressed another button.
Pretty pink toes on a black and white tiled floor filled the frame as she walked with balletic grace through the bathroom.
Oh, even this fucker wouldn’t dare—
Then her silky pajama bottoms fell to the floor as she sat down.
No NO
There was a collective intake of breath in the room as I heard a telltale stream hitting the water below the porcelain rim.
“Ohhhh, fuck, this is the good stuff, boss,” one of the turds moaned, grabbing a scraggly limp dick from his pants and starting to stroke himself vigorously. “How much for her to piss right on me, because—”
Pure bloody rage filled my vision and I grabbed his scrawny little neck with my hands and began to squeeze.
He gurgled in distress, but I only tightened my grip, slamming his head against the wall once, then again.
The other foul associate tried to grab my arm, but I kicked him away, hearing the satisfying crack of his pelvis as he fell to the ground in agony.
The first man was turning purple, his hands clutched helplessly at mine, but I didn’t care.
My brother’s chuckle was the only thing that jolted me out of my rage.
“I hope you’re planning to clean up your little mess.”
Reluctantly, I let go and dropped the man’s limp body to the ground.
Was he dead or alive? I didn’t even give a fuck.
“You win. What do you want me to do?”
My voice sounded alien, unnatural, like it was coming from someone else.
Henry was still laughing.
“I love winning, brother. I knew you’d play nice. You always do. A little taste of my own home videos always has that effect on you. Let’s let my wife finish her piss first and then we’ll talk.”
“No!” I snarled, grabbing for the remote, but Henry jerked it out of my reach.
“Play nice.”
“You’re a fucking prick for this.”
“And you’re a dumbass, big brother. Nothing tastes sweeter than you losing, every time. Now here’s your job. I want you to convince my wife not to divorce me.”
In my despair, I felt a tiny flicker of hope.
Angelise wanted to divorce Henry?
She didn’t love him anymore?
“If she wants to divorce you, what am I supposed to do about it?”
“Convince her not to, of course,” Henry said, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Why do you think I could convince her? She fucking hates me.”
“Oh. I meant you acting as me, of course.”
I gaped at him in horror.
I had promised Angel I would never try to deceive her again!
“How?” I choked out.
“Angelise was acting suspicious as fuck when she talked about what happened the last time. It’s possible she liked your little freak playacting more than she admits. So I don’t care what you do. Just convince her not to divorce me. By any means necessary.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
Henry stood up swiftly from his desk and gripped my shoulder, his eyes boring into mine.
“I said by any means necessary. It means slap her around a little bit if you have to. I don’t give a fuck how you do it. Just do it.”
“No fucking w—”
Henry grabbed me by the front of my T-shirt.
“Do it or I’ll make sure the whole damn company sees one of these videos. Want everyone to see her fat pussy? Go ahead, test me.”
Shit. As usual he had me by the ball hairs.
“And this time, don’t fuck it up.”
The next day I was outside a froyo place wearing Henry’s black suit.
I could see Angel through the front window, sitting at a little ruffled table with her Kindle and a big bowl of froyo in front of her.
As I watched, her little pink tongue darted out and swirled around the strawberry pink yogurt, closing her eyes with pleasure.
Her golden blonde hair fell down her back in a perfect riot of waves. I had never, ever seen a woman to compare to her. Every single movement was unbelievably sexy.
The memory of her tits shaking as I pounded into her made my cock twitch.
Precum beaded my dick in Henry’s suit as she plucked a maraschino cherry from the top of her bowl, sucking its juice dry as her cheeks hollowed out around the fruit.
How was I supposed to fix my face to be a brute to the world’s sweetest woman?
She shifted in her chair and my mouth went dry as I saw the outline of her two exquisite cheeks through the thin fabric of her skirt.
I wanted nothing more than to get in there and lie on the ground and beg her to forgive me for my deception.
But I had to do this, for her own good.
Taking a deep breath, I straightened my tie and kicked the door of the froyo place open.
The bored-looking college guy behind the counter screamed shrilly, while Angel gave me a frown, those adorable pillowy lips pursed in disapproval.
She fucking hates you too, I had to remind myself.
And she’d hate me more if she found out I was fooling her again.
“Hello, darling,” I said, stalking over and looming above her with my 6’5 frame.
It looked like she was trying very hard to act cool, but I could see a pulse of fear in her throat.
If she was afraid enough of me to stay married, that would be the best thing. Otherwise I had no doubt Henry would follow through with his threats to distribute those videos.
Or worse.
“You need to leave,” she said, tightening her lips at me. “I don’t want to see you.”