6. Declan
SIX
DECLAN
“No names. Here you aren’t a Crawford, you are just a number.” Cain opens the door, and I can feel my heart banging against my chest to the point where it’s hurting.
I trust Cain with my life.
I know he’ll die before he lets anything happen to me. But I also know he won’t be here twenty-four seven. I have to learn not to show fear, but to be feared. This is what Cain has been teaching me. How not to show fear when walking into the room. I won’t let him down.
“Do you have a number in mind?” Cain asks, before we step into the room. Everyone in The Pit is allocated a number and that is their name from that day forward. It doesn’t matter who you are on the outside, in The Pit you are just your number.
“Can I get six, six, six?” I smile as I see Cain’s lips curl up at the corner, and he looks behind me at Lincoln.
“The last person who had it was killed three weeks ago,” I hear Lincoln, and an icy breeze moves through me.
“It’s going to fucking hurt.” Cain pats my back, and nods for Lincoln to leave. It always worries me when Cain wants a one-on-one conversation, never knowing what the man is thinking. I hope I’ll do that once I get out of here. Hide myself from the world when I need to, and be able to have a poker face as good as him.
“Trust your gut. If you feel a breeze and your gut says it’s a warning, trust it. You get a good vibe from someone, trust it, but always, and I fucking mean always, watch your back. You can trust no one in here, and you might have to kill them because they won’t think twice about killing you.”
I shift my weight from foot to foot. I knew it was going to be bad, but it’s going to be so much worse than I thought.
“Lincoln and I will watch all the time. I have a man inside to watch over you. I’ve promised him his freedom if he doesn’t disappoint me.” Cain stops talking when I dart my eyes to him. He lets no one out of here. “You’re going in there a boy, but you’ll be coming out a different man than you were ever going to be. Learn. Focus. Listen to what is happening around you. Block out things which aren’t important. Lincoln or I will be here for the first week checking on things. After that, we will only be here now and again.” I know he will be watching the cameras when he’s not here.
All I can do is nod. I have no idea what to say to him. This is where my life will change, but it will give the family more power when we need it. I walk into the room and my sight moves to the fire burning, and the four men with masks on.
“Take your top off.” One orders me, I do it without even a second thought, and I feel my body trembling. This is it. Hell begins.
Cain talks to one of them, and he nods. Two men push me closer to the flame, then hold me down, and the third one puts a belt into my mouth. I see the bright three numbers moving closer to me.
The sharp, agonizing pain moves through my body, the smell of my skin burning hits me, my brain shuts down on me as the throbbing on my skin continues even when they remove the brand.
“Hey, you with us?” I blink a few times, removing the memory from my head, and turn to Hayden. “You’re with us now.”
When we found out I was going to The Pit, Hayden spoke to Cain and dad a few times hoping to try and change their minds. He wanted them to send him instead of me. They didn’t go for it, and Hayden hated the thought of me going there. He always wants to protect each of us.
“I know,” I reply, rubbing the burn scar on my chest. No matter how long it’s been, I still remember the pain these three numbers gave me when they burned them into my skin.
“Are you coming down to your own pool party?” Hayden walks over to the window to look down at the pool. “Mom called and said if anything breaks, you’re paying for it.” He laughs, knowing he will be the one who pays. He hates it when mom and dad are angry with me. He always tries to protect me from them. Even now, he still does it, but I’ll never stop him because it makes him feel a little better about my summer.
“Mason finding himself a girl to fuck?” I joke, as I get off my bed and grab my phone from the side.
“Has she come?” I ask. I told her she needs to be there today, and if she’s not, I’ll go to her house and get her.
“Yes, Mason is messing with a girl, and I don’t even know who she is.” Hayden turns around and walks out of the bedroom with me, and we make our way to the pool.
“You can’t miss her, trust me.” Her fashion, crazy as it is, is growing on me. It’s different, but she rocks it. She doesn’t look out of place in it, she’s not wearing it to stand out, it suits her.
The music is loud, and there are a lot more people here than I thought. Which means my brothers invited their own crowd too.
Stephanie walks over to me, and goes to kiss me, but I quickly move so she kisses my cheek. Now I don’t mind her when I call, but for her to be around me all the time, it’s fucking annoying. The only reason she’s worth keeping around at the moment is because she’s making Trixie’s life hell at school.
“You like my bikini?” She takes a step back from me, puts her hands up so I get a good look at her. “I got it just for you.” I smile with a nod, and look over at my brothers talking to a group of girls in the corner.
“What is she doing here?” The annoyance in Stephanie’s tone tells me it’s who I’ve been waiting for.
I turn around, ignoring Stephanie saying anything she can about her. She’s wearing the same clothes she wore at school. It’s got to be my favorite look of hers.
“So, this is her,” I hear Miles behind me, and without turning around, I know Mason and Hayden are there too.
I’m here. Can I leave now?
“Have you finished the drawing I asked for?” I ask, not moving from where I stand. She nods, and looks through her bag for her pad, then opens it up and holds it out to me. “Your voice doesn’t work, but your legs do. Walk.” My brothers chuckle behind me when she does as I’ve asked.
Taking the pad from her, I look at the drawing. I burst out laughing when I see what she has drawn.
“Is that my head I’m holding?” I ask, looking up at her to find her nodding. She’s drawn a picture of me standing with blood g
Oozing out of my neck, and I’m holding my own head. This is brilliant, and a very detailed drawing.
“Follow me.” I walk to the garage, opening the door as I wait for her to walk in. I lean on the work counter. No one comes in here. This is my place. The place I come to when it’s been a fucked up day. Where I spend hours working on my car.
The door closes behind her, and she looks around. “Do you know how long it took me to build my dream car? Years, and in seconds, you and your friends took it from me. Then I’ve had to spend time finding a beat-up car, so I can fix it up again.” I push myself off the work counter and move toward her.
She takes a step back, and I continue until her back hits the wall. “The hours, the money I spent, all up in flames.” I close the gap between us, and move her hair away from her face. Looking at her face, I see a bruise on her cheek which she’s tried to cover up with makeup.
“How did you get that?” She stays quiet, but then again, I haven’t given her enough space to sign to me. It’s a question I will ask again later.
I bring my hand up to her neck, my thumb moving over her bottom lip, flicking on the ring in the middle of her lip. She’s the first woman I’ve kissed with a lip and tongue piercing, and fuck, did the feeling go straight to my dick. It’s something completely different, and crazy, but I almost don’t want to kiss anyone who doesn’t have one. If her kiss went to my dick, her sucking it would be insane, and I’m about to find out.
“Let’s see how good your mouth is. On your knees, little Trixie.” Her eyes widen, staring at me, but all I can do is smile. “On your knees.” I place my hand on her shoulder and push her down, as I see the tears building in her eyes. It should stop me, but not one part of my body is making me stop. I want her mouth around my dick, and I want to see what the piercing can do to me. “Let it free.”
I look down at her as her trembling hands reach up to my swim trunks. She takes in a few deep breath, her eyes closed, then shakes her head. Almost like I do when I want to rid a memory of some sort.
Trixie brings my trunks down, freeing my dick, which is already hard at the thought of her mouth around it. She stares at it for a moment, and I see her hand reach up to her eyes as she wipes the tears away. Before she can move her hand to my dick, I take hold of it and lick the tears from her fingers.
“I’m going to enjoy tasting everything you can give me.” My words make her snap her head up to look at me. She might not be able to talk, but her eyes are begging for me to step back from her, but I’m not.
Closing her eyes once more, I wipe away the new tears from her cheek, and Trixie lowers her head, and kisses the top of my dick.
It’s always a worry getting a blow job from someone for the first time, not knowing if they’re good, if they’ve ever even given one before, but I have a feeling she is going to be mind blowing.
Trixie’s hand wraps around my dick, the tip of her nails moving over the bottom of my dick which makes me jolt. Shit. Never thought that would hit me in a good way.
“Look up, and open your mouth,” I tell her. I want her mouth to be nice and wet for me. She does, without a fight. I spit not once, but twice, in her mouth. Without me having to tell her what to do, she takes the tip of my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt out, as the lip ring, and the tongue stud glide over the bottom of my dick. Trixie swirls her stud around my now sensitive head. She knows the stud is affecting me.
Inch by inch, she takes more of my dick, sucking and bobbing her head.
“Fuck.” I grunt, a little louder this time. Trixie knows how to give head, she knows how to move her tongue, how hard to suck, and what her hands should do. Fucking hell, her mouth is magic.
As she bobs her head, her hand pumps my length. God, this girl knows how to give head. I have a few questions I want to ask about that, but I’m putting them to the back of my mind for now.
“Oh, fuck!” I almost shout, as she presses her stud against the bottom of my dick, and it does something I’ve never felt before. Trixie moves faster, sucking harder. My hands move into her hair, to hold her head where it is so I can fuck her mouth now.
Both her hands slam against my thighs when I thrust hard into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Holding her head hard against my pelvic bone, the tip of her nails digs into my thighs. I pull out, only to slam back into her mouth, making her choke. Fuck, it’s a good sound to listen to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The tip of her nail scratches underneath my balls. “You swallow!” I shout at her, as I cum hard down her throat. And fuck do I come hard, I can’t even remember the last time I came this hard.
Continuing to thrust, telling her to suck every drop out of me. When I’m happy with her sucking me dry, I pull out of her mouth and take a step back, pulling my trunks back up.
Trixie’s head lowers, her hands on the floor, and I hear the sobs. Taking a step closer to her, I pat the top of her head a few times.
“Your mouth is… I’m doing this again. Never done this with a girl with a piercing, not going back now.” I kneel, my hand under her chin to lift her head. I wipe the tears away with my thumb before sucking on it.
“Every part of you tastes so good.” I lean in and lick her lips. Is it crazy I’ve not even fucked her yet, but she seems to have me hooked already?
“I’m going to ruin you for everyone.” I stand back up, looking down at her.
“You can leave. When I call or message you, be there.” I walk back to the counter, grab her pad, and write my number in there, then throw it over to her. “I want a message before the end of the day.”
I walk out of the garage and join my brothers to enjoy the rest of the party. But right now there are questions in my head which need answering.
Where did the bruise come from?
Why did she not put up even a little of a fight?
Who the fuck taught her to give head like that?
Why is it I can only think about fucking her? Which will happen soon.
I plan on fucking her so fucking hard she won’t be able to forget about it. It’s the weekend, I need someone in my bed, why not her?