Chapter 4
TATUM
I’m very ready to get off campus today. Rubbing the back of my neck, my skin crawls at all the happy, smiling faces as they pass by us.
“You’re going to scare people,” Alaric murmurs, his lips twisting in amusement. He should talk. People rush to move out of our path as we resume our walking, and they send us anxious glances as if we’re going to punch them for the audacity of existing in the same space as us.
I’m not saying that we aren’t dangerous, but there are limits to what we’ll allow. Our fathers don’t want us to make trouble on campus, which is why I growl under my breath when someone bumps into my shoulder.
The disrespect at this school makes me want to kill someone.
“Watch it.” I snarl, glaring at the jock who rolls his eyes as he continues to walk.
Taking a step forward to throw caution to the wind and tell the consequences to get fucked, Alaric grabs my arm and pulls me back, his hand fisting in my curly hair to give me a filthy kiss.
His tongue ring makes me moan as it drags along my tongue, encouraging me to think more about fucking than fighting.
“Feel better?” he murmurs, smirking against my lips.
“A bit,” I admit. “I’m horny now.”
“Anger and fucking aren’t very far apart for you.” He chuckles under his breath. His gaze moves in the direction the jock went, stiffening.
“What?” I ask. “Is it too obvious if I turn around to look?”
“As much as I’d like to continue making out with you, we do need to get going,” he says wryly. “Look now, and don’t freak out. He’s not ours.”
The words settle sourly in my stomach as I turn and find Mr. Kennedy smiling at the jock. His blue eyes seem warmer than they were in class too.
How dare he look at someone like this?
“Tate,” Alaric warns. “Your head looks like it’s going to pop off.”
Gritting my teeth as my head begins to pound, I have to admit that he’s not wrong. When Mr. Kennedy shakes the jock’s hand, I want to rip it away.
“Please remind me that kidnapping is off the table.” I grumble, letting Alaric lead me through the courtyard.
Mr. Kennedy meets my gaze, and I notice the way his lips press together in annoyance.
No warm smile for me, huh, asshole? We’ll see if that changes when you’re naked and tied to my bed.
My hands fist at my sides as I imagine all the pretty noises he’ll make when I slap his cock and refuse to let him come.
Will he beg for me to let him paint his abs with ropes of his own cum?
“Whatever it is that you’re thinking about, I want you to loop me in on,” Alaric says, surprising me. He’s typically the voice of reason. “All I can think about since we had our first class with him is how he’d look with his pouty lips wrapped around my dick.”
“I want to punish him for being such a cock tease,” I mutter for only him to hear, giving the teacher a wink.
“Gentlemen,” he says, watching as we pass.
“Hey, Teach,” I reply. I want to lick the vein pulsing at his throat, the only evidence that I’m getting under his skin. He’s dressed like a slut in his open collar white dress shirt and sweater. Fuck, it shouldn’t be as hot as it is.
“While you were staring at his face, my eyes were on his dick,” Alaric says, his lips against the shell of my ear before he slings his arm around my shoulders, forcing me to turn around. Without realizing it, I’d started moving back toward the professor. “Those soft chinos don’t hide a thing.”
“If you tell me about his dick, he’s going to find himself in our trunk,” I warn, adjusting my own cock in my jeans.
Taking one last glance back as we walk to our car, I find the professor gazing back at me. Oh yeah, he’s definitely interested. Professor Beckham may growl and stomp his foot at the head of the class as he calls for order in his classroom, but he wants to suck my cock.
I’d bet my favorite motorbike on it.
“You’re being obvious,” Alaric warns.
“So what if I am,” I say, paying attention to where I’m walking again so that I won’t fall off the curb. “I want to watch his eyes water with tears as he chokes on my cock, and I want the answer to a very important question.”
“What’s that?” he asks, unlocking the doors of the sleek SUV. We drove to school today, knowing we’d have to head into work after class. Jamie is busy with football buddies, which means we’ll see him later.
Just a normal day at the grind called life.
“Does he enjoy pain with his pleasure, and will he tap out when I pull out my favorite knife?” I ask.
“I think that’s a very good question,” Alaric allows, getting into the driver’s seat.
This is why we all get along so well. We accept each other's crazy.
“As a distraction, I think we should go after the jock the professor was talking to. What’s his name? It’s one of those names that I always immediately forget. Bensen? Chad?” Alaric asks.
Pulling on my seatbelt as Alaric begins to pull out of the parking spot, I try to think of the guy’s name.
“Tracy.” I remember. “I can make sure he fails all his classes and gets benched this season.”
The school administration is pretty archaic, but they recently made a decision to have all grades digitized. It’ll be simple for me to go in and strategically give him failing grades on his heaviest weighted projects.
“Think something even more painful.” Alaric baits me as he drives.
“I could leave him frat cookies that are laced with hallucinogenic drugs.” I muse.
Alaric snorts with laughter, shaking his head. “He plays football,” he reminds me.
“Jamie would be pissed if you had all the players except him kicked off the team.”
“Ugh, can we follow him home from the next party and beat the fuck out of him?” I groan.
“If we can bring the lead pipes, then I’m in,” Alaric agrees.
“Fuck yes!” I yell, punching the air. “It’s been too quiet lately. I’m bored as fuck.”
“It has been.” He sighs. “I’d rather be bored than forced to tell Jamie he has to quit something he loves. We just have a few more years, and then we’re done with school. As long as business keeps going well, we can keep our dads happy.”
Bobbing my head in agreement, I watch as the posh buildings become more crowded and worn.
Crown Well Academy exists in a bubble, while the areas outside of it are more rundown and blue collar.
We run chop shops, sell scrap metal, run the illegal fighting rings, and then have our more lucrative businesses of supplying and distributing drugs.
Jamie’s father is the perfect person for getting us the good shit.
We’re able to run our businesses while still remaining outside of the public eye. It can sometimes get a little dicey when we overlap with other mafia families, but we all know the score.
No one wants a war.
Alaric’s and my father are currently at the fight rings, checking out the new talent that’ll be fighting tonight. Maybe I’ll convince him to put me in for a round. I need to spill some blood.
As Dad’s enforcer, I need to stay fit, and since everyone is behaving themselves, I’m feeling twitchy. If I don’t have a chance to fuck or fight it out to let off some steam, I’ll explode at the wrong time.
“I can almost hear you thinking,” Alaric teases, pulling into the gravel lot.
“Yeah, I know. You’ll find out soon enough,” I promise.
Dad waves at me from his spot against the wall of the gym as we walk in, and I nod in greeting before I look around. It’s loud as people spar, work on their technique with trainers, or wait for their turn in the practice rings.
“You’re up to something.” Alaric grumbles, walking alongside me, playing with his tongue ring. It makes me want to feel it drag along my cock, and I promise myself that I’ll be face fucking Alaric soon.
Sometimes, the bathroom is the best place to find relief, and Alaric is always down.
“Definitely,” I chuckle. “Hey, Dad.”
“What are you up to?” he asks. I swear, the man is in his late fifties and has superhuman hearing.
“I want to kidnap my teacher. How much shit would I be in if I did it?” I ask, smirking.
Dad rolls his eyes, knowing full well that’s not the only reason for my appearance. This is a pit stop before doing my typical scan of video cameras, accounts, and digging into personal affairs for people Dad needs to blackmail.
It’s tedious and boring, but sometimes I find good shit on their networks. The real fun begins when they think I’m bluffing and I release the footage. I’m ruthless, and refuse to repeat myself.
“Who is it?” he asks as if he’s willing to entertain my request.
“Beckham Christopher Kennedy,” I tell him. I haven’t had a chance to look into our teacher yet, but I plan to find out all I can.
Dad blows out a breath, exchanging a glance with Alaric’s father.
“That bad, huh?” Alaric asks, whistling softly.
“That’s Eddy Kennedy’s son,” Dad explains. “From what I understand, Beckham has been teaching across the country until recently. I was going to ask you about him, but didn’t know if you’d have a chance to get close to him.”
“Guess we were wrong,” Alaric’s dad smirks.
“The professor is ridiculously straightlaced,” I grunt, running the information I just received through my mind. “I’m surprised that he’s the heir to his dad’s empire.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think he wants any part of it,” Dad says. “We don’t always get a choice in how destiny rolls the dice, do we?”
Shaking my head, I agree. We have bent over backward to give Jamie everything he could ever want without having to choose, but not everyone has our parents or a pack that’s as supportive as we are.
I can’t imagine doing anything that would dim Jamie’s light. He’s goofy and fun, but he can flip his shit in seconds. We’re all murderers, Jamie just hides his better behind his easy smile.
Maybe I’ll have to use that in order to find out more about the good professor.
“So kidnapping is off the table,” I say, pouting.
“Fuck him raw if that’s what you need.” Dad grins. “Just don’t rock the boat.”
“That’s why we wanted to kidnap him,” Alaric says, throwing his weight behind my words. He may have told me that I couldn’t, but the second there was the green light, he’d be all in.
I love that he’s not a hypocrite.
“Yeah, I think his position at the school is going to cock block us,” I sigh.
We’re all very close with our fathers. This isn’t even the tip of the iceberg about the shit that we talk about. My dad has watched me skin a man and then gave me commentary on my technique. This is just an average Tuesday afternoon for us.
“Well that sucks,” Dad says. “Do you need a fight?”
Alaric hides a smile as I nod eagerly.
“Yes, I’m dying over here,” I complain dramatically.
“I’ll make sure you’re on the roster,” Alaric’s dad says, pushing off the wall. “Want to go twice?”
“Fuck yeah, if you can fit me in,” I reply.
“I got you,” he says, walking away.
“Next fight is tomorrow,” Dad tells me. “Can you swing that?”
“Yeah, we’ll tell Jamie when we get home so he can decide if he wants to come or not,” I decide. “What time is the fight?”
“Your slot is for eleven,” Alaric’s dad says, coming back. “I know Jamie hates it when things conflict with practice.”
I can’t help but get excited that he paid attention to Jamie’s schedule. Once football fully ramps up into gear, we won’t be able to make many of his games due to work. It’s nice that we can make tomorrow a pack event.
“Thanks, Orpheus,” I say happily. “Alright, we’re going to head out. I need to make sure everything is squared away before tomorrow night.”
“You shit,” Dad mutters. “I see how it is. You just wanted to see if you could get your way.”
“If I hadn’t come by, we’d be in a war over good dick,” I tease him.
“Fuck, you’re right. Off with you then.”
Alaric and I are just out of sight of our dads, when he yanks me into the restroom and pushes me into a stall.
“Why don’t you work off some of that aggression before we leave. You know, for productivity purposes,” he says, dropping to his knees as I lock the door behind him.
Alaric pops open the button of my pants, his green eyes hooded with desire as he releases my cock. My tattoos continue past the waistband of my jeans, and Alaric peels my jeans down enough to be able to squeeze my knot.
Dropping my head back, I smile lazily as I fist his hair and pull his mouth and the promise of that damned tongue ring toward my dick.
“Fuck me like you want to fuck our forbidden omega.” He growls, dragging his tongue over my red tipped crown.
“Baby, I plan to.” I groan, forcing him down my dick.
I guess today is looking up.