Tyrant Chapter 11 #2
The fear, anger, and determination were layered in her tone. The threat of being given to Jean-Baptiste was enough to make them desperate enough to kill themselves rather than let the Jacquots get their hands on them. Thinking of the Jacquots and what River said, I glanced at him.
“You said you ran with her so they wouldn’t use you against her. And earlier, you said you knew your fate. What did you mean? I don’t believe it was just to be held over her head.”
I watched them exchange pained looks. I was about to demand he tell me when River answered.
“When Dad came to us and told us what happened, he wanted us to run and hide. He was scared of what would be done to us as an example. He swore that the Jacquots don’t just sell guns or deal in counterfeit money.
He said that they recently added a new moneymaking business.
It is far more lucrative than their other businesses.
They force women mostly to be whores in their whorehouses and sell both sexes into servitude, whether as a sex slave or a domestic.
He didn’t want that to happen to us. Dad thought it would likely be one or the other for me and sexual for Lakelyn.
Undoubtedly, he justified in his head that by exchanging us, if Lake were with Jean-Baptiste, she’d be treated better than the others and would have some sway over what happened to me.
Our dad could be rather innocent of the dangers of the world.
Again, our mom was the one, then Lakelyn, who helped him navigate it. ”
“It’s all my fault. He wouldn’t have done this if I’d stayed at home with him and overseen him. I would’ve steered him away from working for them or at least from stealing and gambling to make more money,” she muttered.
“Like hell, it’s your fault! Regardless of age, children aren’t responsible for what their parents do or don’t do.
He was an adult. He had the responsibility to be a man and to guide his life.
Even if he was brought up in a crap home, you have to have the guts to change so you don’t end up the same.
Look at the two of you. I see no indication you’re anything like him.
Your dad could’ve done the same, but was used to taking the easy way.
It began for him and your mom. He let her take on the work while he slid by. ”
I knew it might sound harsh, especially since he was their dad and dead, but it was the truth. This was a trigger of mine. I detested it and couldn’t stay quiet. I waited for them to blow up at me. Their mouths tightened, and when Lakelyn opened hers, I braced for it.
“You’re right, Tyrant. Dad could’ve changed and been responsible. I guess, since Mom did it, I thought I should, but looking at it through your eyes, we only enabled him.” Her tone was sad.
“Lakelyn, I don’t mean to make you feel bad or guilty. You were a kid and had seen nothing else. You thought that was normal. But I can’t feel sorry for him. He threw his kids to the wolves to save himself. You’re supposed to protect your kids with your life.”
The talk brought up things I fought never to remember. My tension was climbing, and there was more to discuss tonight before we could rest.
“Have we reassured you that we’re not out to harm you, turn you over to anyone, let alone the Jacquots, and that you’re safest here?
I don’t know what else I can do to prove it yet.
Only time will show we mean what we say.
If what your dad said is true about them forcing people and selling them, that fucking doesn’t fly with our club, no matter which chapter.
We’re not angels, but we’re not total monsters. We have a few morals.”
Their looks of astonishment made my guys nod.
“What Tyrant says is true. Doing those things is evil. Sure, we have prostitution, but no one is forced to do it. If they want to stop, they do. And we provide a safe place for it, with on-site protection. Anyone fucks with our people, they get a hard lesson. I oversee that part of our business,” Cobra informed them.
“And I make sure they’re healthy and meet our rules. If they need medical help, I give it or refer them to someone who can,” Cardiac added.
“Our dad was always out to make a quick buck and to do it the easiest way he could. That means he was involved in shady dealings more than just this last time. I never knew that it was anything this deep. We’re hardly ones to be hypocritical of you guys.
We might not choose to make our living that way, but that’s our choice,” Lakelyn said.
I wanted to explore that statement, but it needed to be in private. The urge to be alone with her and to get the rest out in the open was burning in me. I’d suppressed it too long.
“It’s been a long day. We’re all tired. I suggest we go our separate ways. River, Cobra still has the rest of your things. I have Lakelyn’s. I suggest we return to the prior arrangement, at least for tonight,” I suggested.
“I grabbed your bags, so you have your other things as well,” Knife said suddenly.
Glancing over, he held two bags up. I hadn’t seen him get them at the encampment. He was pushing hard for his patch and doing a great job. The siblings looked at each other, and something nonverbal passed between them. If they demanded to stay together, we’d have to allow it.
“I’m good to go back to the old way. Sis?”
“I can do that.”
“Alright, enough of your ugly mugs for the night. We’re off,” I grumbled to the others.
They laughed, making River and his sister smile.
I took Lakelyn’s bag from Knife and gave him a chin lift while River snagged his.
There were several calls of good night from my brothers as the four of us headed out of the clubhouse.
It was a quiet walk, but I was alright with that.
I was gathering my thoughts for what was to come next.
Should I wait until she’s rested? Probably, but it wasn’t possible.
I at least needed to get the ball rolling tonight, or I’d go crazy.
Outside my house, Lakelyn hugged and kissed River on the cheek. She told him and Cobra goodnight, and they said the same to us. When they moved further down the row of townhomes, I took her hand and led her inside.
As I shut the door, I dropped her bag on the floor and shrugged out of my colors.
She seemed a little unsure, but she took off her tennis shoes while I took off my boots.
They laced up but had a zipper, allowing me to put them on and take them off quickly.
When I was done, I didn’t say a word. I was more of an action man, and I would start there and then fill in the gaps with words. This was long overdue.
She stood there with an uncertain expression.
I crowded her and gently pressed on her shoulders until her back was to the wall next to the front door.
As her eyes widened and her mouth opened, I leaned over and sealed my lips to hers.
I’d been dreaming of kissing her for weeks.
I pressed harder and sipped at them. I nipped both lips with my teeth.
I didn’t draw blood. Her response followed her gasp.
I wanted to howl when she kissed me back.
I was starved to know what her mouth tasted like, as well as her skin and, for sure, her cunt.
As we kissed, my lust grew. I pressed my body against hers and let her feel my erection digging into her belly.
She whimpered. I ground harder. Then I grasped her ass cheeks in both hands and lifted.
She reacted by wrapping her legs around my waist and hooking her arms around my neck, not that she needed to.
I could hold her. But it opened her legs, which provided a perfect cradle for my cock.
I rubbed myself against her pussy. I swore I felt heat coming through our clothing.
She moaned, and her tongue became more frantic in its movement against mine.
I swung around and walked to the living room and the couch without breaking contact.
I sat down with her so she was straddling my thighs.
Being in this position allowed me to move my hands.
I had to feel her tits, even if it was through a bra and her top.
They were full, and I wondered if they were real.
As I kneaded them, I would bet money they were.
My cock twitched. I knew I was leaking precum in my pants, but I didn’t give a damn.
I didn’t know how long we kissed, and she tortured me with the sounds she made and the way she moved her body on mine.
I was about to explode, so I broke our connection even though it was the last thing I wanted to do.
I needed to explain a few things to her about why I did this.
I kissed her tenderly. I didn’t know I was capable of being anything close to tender.
When I gently pushed her away, she made a protesting sound.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were pouty like she was protesting the end of our kissing.
Slowly, her lashes lifted. She appeared dazed when our gazes met.
I watched as it began to fade. I knew what would happen next.
She’d panic and run. I refused to allow it. I gripped her hips to hold her there.
“I-I don’t—” she muttered. I interrupted her.
“Don’t say you’re sorry or that you didn’t mean for it to happen. That would be a lie. You enjoyed it and wanted it as much as I did.”
She frowned. “Okay, say that I did. It doesn’t change the fact that it shouldn’t have happened, Tyrant. I don’t understand why you chose to do it now. I was prepared to hear your big lecture about us leaving.”
“I can do that, but this is more important. I know you’re tired, but this can’t wait until tomorrow. We need to talk about that kiss.”