9. Ezran
Chapter nine
Ezran
W e have a game tonight and my mind is racing. Tomorrow is my birthday and I have to meet with the elders to be officially initiated; this has been a long time coming. I’m gliding across the ice, feeling free at the moment. I love hockey but I can never make it a career, my father wouldn’t let me, so I enjoy every minute I get to just soak it in.
“Ezran Robert Cyle!” I hear the one voice that grates my fucking nerves.
Turning toward the voice, I see Kate standing there with her hand on her hip causing me to roll my eyes. I skate over towards her, stopping right at the entrance.
“Kate. Why the fuck are you here?” I ask, looking around.
“What? A girl can’t come see her fiancé?” The way she says that fucking word makes me want to punch her in her surgically enhanced face.
“What do you want, Kate? I’m busy.” I say, annoyed that she is even here.
“I overheard your dad telling my dad that you might fail your mission.”
That pisses me off. This nosey bitch better keep out of my business. I’ll be sure to lay into dad about watching what he says around people. “And?” I’m getting more pissed off by the second. She stares at me while tapping her foot against the ground. “Spit it out!” I shout. I’m over this conversation.
“Fine. Meet me tonight and I’ll tell you what you need to know.” She smiles.
I know this busted ass piece of sandpaper isn’t trying to exchange information with me so that I fuck that rancid pussy. This desperate ass slut makes me want to take her to my shack and filet her like she is my main dish. I smile thinking about the day I get to do just that. As soon as she delivers my heir, I’ll be free of her.
“How do I know you have the information I need?” She better not be playing a game.
“My dad was the one who hid the baby.” She smiles. “See you tonight.”
She turns and walks away. She didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. That nurse gave her dad up to me already. When I met and spoke with my father, we came up with a plan to pay his ass back. Him giving out her information now doesn’t change the fact that he helped Lina. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I call my father.
“What is it, Ezran?” My dad’s annoyed tone filters through the line.
“Kate just left from here.” I deadpan.
“And I give a fuck because…?”
“She came to tell me that she overheard your talk today and wants me to meet with her after practice to give me the name of the girl.” I respond, waiting to hear his explanation.
“Oh son. We knew she was listening in.” He laughs. What the fuck is so funny?
“Okay, why can’t you give me the name then? Save me the trouble.” This is bullshit.
“Now where would the fun be in that, son.?” He responds before hanging up. This motherfucker is lucky he is my dad or I’d kill his ass.
Pulling up Zova’s contact information, I send a text. I need to make sure she is showing up tonight for the game. It's been a ritual of mine since the last one. I have to see her in that red outfit from that first day on game night. Texting with Zova has only pissed me off even more. I can’t believe she tried to raincheck on me. I’m starting to think she is seeing someone else. If she is, I’ll fucking kill them both.
Walking up to Kate’s door, I already smell her cheap, stinky perfume. It reminds of that old lady smell you would run into at your grandma’s house. Lifting my hand, I knock on the door and before I lower it, she is swinging the door open. She is dressed in nothing but a puke colored green teddy. This shit better be worth it.
“Well don’t just stand there, come in.” She says as she pulls the door further open.
Stepping inside, I can’t help but look around her room. It fucking reaks in here. It's probably a mix of shit between her spray, candles and who knows what else.
“Cut the shit. Tell me what I want to know. I got shit to do.” I state.
“Oh come on, Easy.” She grabs onto my arm. That fucking nickname irks my soul; its dumb as fuck.
“You don’t have to be anywhere until tonight for your game.” She pouts, “You know I’ll be there cheering you on.” She says seductively, which makes me want to hurl.
“I have other plans. Now, tell me what I want to know.” I spit.
She just stands there. Clearly needing an incentive, I grip her by the throat. Her eyes roll back as lust fills her face. “Speak. Now!” I command, but this bitch loves it. She’s about to make me choke her ass until she passes the fuck out.
“Oh, Daddy. I love when you get rough.” She purrs. I squeeze tighter, letting her know I’m not playing games.
“If you fuck me, I’ll tell you. Otherwise you will fail your mission.” She taunts, making me tighten my grip more. This fucking cunt! She wants to play games? Fine.
“On your fucking knees, whore.” I command, releasing her neck as she instantly drops to the floor.
“Open that big ass mouth of yours.” I grin, and like the dumb bitch she is, she opens that fat mouth of hers as I unzip my jeans, pulling my cock out.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth seeing as how you like to use it so much.” I growl, shoving my dick down her throat, gripping the hair on the back of her head. I slam my hips forward as she struggles to breathe. I clearly have to do all the work because she couldn’t suck a dick to save her life. If this is what I have to look forward to, then I’ll need a side piece for sure. She pulls away, gasping for air before she turns her head and throws up on the floor. Yuck.
“Sorry about that, daddy. Where were we?” She uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth before standing up, leaning in for a kiss as I pull away. Oh fuck no. This nasty ass bitch has lost her damn mind.
“Turn around, bend over the couch.” I order as she does what I say. I don’t even prep her before I shove my dick in her ass. She lets out a scream and it's like music to my ears. She thought she was in control of this shit, but she was dead fucking wrong.
“Is this what you wanted?” I seethe, smacking her ass.
“Yes.” She whimpers, letting out a painful moan.
At least her ass gets wet, looking down I see red smears with each thrust. I let out a chuckle knowing she is going to be hurting later. Zova hasn’t let me take her ass yet, but I know it's only a matter of time.
“Are you ready to give me the answer I need?” I grunt, smacking her ass again.
“No, let’s finish this first.” She whines, letting out a strained moan. Pulling out, she goes to protest. “Don’t fucking move!” I shout, pulling my belt from the loop.
“Yes Daddy.” She says. I swear if she calls me that shit one more fucking time. Wrapping the belt around my wrist, I prepare to tear her ass up.
“You want this dick?” I ask as she giggles.
“Yes, da-”
Smack. She lets out a scream.
“What the fuck was that for?” She asks.
“Stop fucking calling me that.” I spit. She looks at me with tears falling down her face. I can’t keep the grin off mine.
“I thought you loved when I’m rough.” She smiles at me.
“I do.” And I can feel my grin growing.
Smack.
I can see she is holding back tears. I want my fucking information and if I have to suffer and risk my dick being peeled back by her dry ass pussy, then she will be losing some layers off her ass too.
“Please fuck me Easy. Please.” She begs. Letting the belt fall to the floor at my feet, it's time to change tactics.
“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll fuck you so good, baby.” Her eyes light up and I know I’ve got her where I want.
“She’s been at the school the whole time and lives at the sorority house. Now, please fuck me.” This whore.
“I said I wanted the answer. So give me her name.”
“You’re not in charge here, Ezran.” She spits my name out. “I am.”
I let out a deep laugh. This bitch has some balls.
“What is her name?” I’m growing impatient.
“I’ll give you a hint, but you have to start fucking me again first.” I smile, lining back up with her hole but she shakes her head and turns around to face me.
“No, Easy. I want you to fuck my pussy while looking me in the face.”
Is she for fucking real right now?
“You know you just threw up, right?” I snarl with a look of disgust. Fucking pig.
“That’s the deal or you can forget it.” She crosses her hands across her chest.
This fucking cunt. I’m fucking done with her shit.
“Get on the floor.” I demand.
She looks down at the floor where her vomit is.
“Are you kidding me?” She looks at me with disgust and disbelief as I nod my head.
She gets down on the floor and lays her head next to the pile. Getting down on my knees, I line up with her blown out hole and ram forward. I bury myself to the hilt. Her fake moans are pissing me off so I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing it tight. I could kill her right now. I smirk at the idea.
“Are you going to tell me now?” I ask, but she shakes her head no.
I let out a growl as my hand tightens around her throat. I slam my hips forward hoping I split her in two.
“How about now?” I ask as tears fall from her eyes.
She shakes her head again and this time when I squeeze, I don’t let up. I start fucking her like I want her to break.
“Last time, are you ready to tell me what I want to hear?” She finally nods.
I release her throat, slowly pulling out and snapping my hips forward again and again.
“I told you everything I know.” I can tell she is lying and I’m done with the games.
Fuck it, I’ll find another way, even if I have to kill all those sorority bitches. This sets me off. Taking her head, I smash her face into the puddle of puke before pulling out of her. I stand up and walk towards the door.
“Fuck this and fuck you! I’ll find her myself.” I shout, tucking my dried up dick back into my pants.
She lets out a laugh, “No you won’t, because without me, you're dead.” She bellows from the floor. This fucking bitch!
I stomp towards her, grip her by her throat and toss her into the wall. Fuck the rules, this bitch is about to die. I march over to her and snatch her by the hair, dragging her behind me as she kicks and screams.
“Stop. I’ll tell you!” She screams.
“Too late. You had your chance.” Still dragging her down the hallway towards the bathroom.
“Is this how you treat your precious Zova?” She says her name like it pains her, causing me to laugh.
“What's so funny, Ezran? You want me to tell you what's so funny?” I toss her into the tub, her head bouncing off the tile, stunning her for a few moments.
“And what's that?” I say, pulling out my brass knuckles.
“You think she is so innocent. That she is so perfect. Well guess what? You’ve been fucking the enemy. She’s the girl you're looking for.” She smiles. This lying ass bitch.
“You’re a fucking liar.” I spit, punching her.
“I promise you, I’m not. Her real name is Zovalina St. Tomas.” She cries.
My world stops. I can’t fucking believe it. It makes sense and she was hiding under my nose this whole fucking time. I no longer hear any of the words coming from Kate’s mouth as I land each punch. Not stopping until I feel her skull cave in.