Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
IGNACIO
I don’t understand why Dad is so concerned with Rachelle and her mother. He has never expressed much interest in dating before this, and after my mom left us when I was little, it’s always been just us.
He told me to take a drive tonight and find something to do because I made my new stepsister uncomfortable. What a crock. I would say that she should play the poor little victim to her father, but I think he may be dead.
Either way, I want to pack Julia and Rachelle’s bags and kick them out.
I watched from across the field today while Jared pushed her face into the mud, I even palmed my cock when it got rock hard and considered jerking off to it. Except, I also wanted to walk over and fuck her, which isn’t something I should want.
So instead, I ended Jared’s fun early, because I could see how hard he was from his disagreement with Rachelle, the one where he tortured her in the daylight hours, and she screamed at him to stop.
We rule the school here, outsiders aren’t welcome. Except, my father is changing the rules.
I spent forty-five minutes steam cleaning the mud Rachelle brought into my beloved car. She used the blanket and the mat, but her shoes were still filthy.
Cursing under my breath as I now drive through the streets of Portland, I pull up my group chat with the guys as I roll to a stop at a red light.
Me:
I was told to take a drive so Dad can play house with his new stepdaughter.
Jared:
Why? You’re his heir, Nacio. The girl is worth nothing.
Elijah:
I’m sure her pussy is tight, but I doubt your father is interested in that since his interests don’t run that young.
Snorting in derision, I rev the engine before crossing through the intersection as the traffic light turns green. What Elijah isn’t saying is that the older men in his family do have tastes that run that young. My friend avoids his family at all costs, only willing to play their games for as long as it takes for him to get his inheritance. Thankfully, they run a shipping company that’s international and keeps him from interacting with them much. Unfortunately, we don’t know much about what they’re transporting. Theo has been trying to find out without any avail.
All of the possibilities are shit, because our imaginations are fucked up due to our upbringings. It could be anything, and very likely, illegal.
None of us are truly free, but our leashes are quite long, allowing us the illusion of it.
At the next light, I glance back at my phone with a heavy sigh. I’m starting to fucking depress myself.
Jared:
Do you need someplace to hang out and toss back some drinks? Come over. Open invite to the chat.
Elijah:
I’m on my way.
I’m not surprised Elijah is willing to go out tonight with how much he hates being home. I typically have always enjoyed my house and living with my dad, but he’s pissing me off by protecting the trailer park princess.
She’s less than nothing, yet all I can see is her braid wrapped around Jared’s fist, and it makes me wish her lips were wrapped around my cock. I always thought fucking family members was a line I wouldn’t cross, but does it count if she’s my stepsister?
I don’t know yet, and it pisses me the fuck off.
Theo:
I can come by for a little, but I really need to study for this damn science test.
Me:
I’m on my way. Theo, skip the alcohol and study while we plan how to make my stepsister’s life hell.
Theo:
A plan I can accept. Be by soon.
Grunting in approval, I toss my phone into the cup holder and drive to Jared’s house. I meant every word, if the innocent, doe eyed girl wants to stay in Portland, it will not be pleasant.
There are cars already parked in the large, sloped driveway at Jared’s house, and I walk around to the backyard where they’ll be waiting outside of the pool house. His parents built the pool and the cottage in the last year to increase the property value of the house, but I believe in private they wanted a place where we’d be less likely to create havoc.
His parents are rarely home since they both own a large pharmaceutical company, and are often in meetings around the world. The rules are simple: small gatherings only unless it’s to elevate their son’s social status. They both know Jared is untouchable at school, rules with a cruel hand, and isn’t likely to be having any parties.
We’d rather get fucked up in peace, thank you very much.
“Hey,” Jared says as I lope around the pool toward him.
“I think Rachelle may have tattled a bit,” I grunt in response as I fold my body into the chair pushed away from the table.
Jared’s cruel lips curl in distaste as he pours me some of the whiskey colored liquid in the decanter. His butler stocks his liquor cabinet in here without a word, a silent agreement between them that he won’t even mention it to the Denton’s.
“Are we going to do the dreaded ‘your dad is going to call mine’?” he teases, rolling his eyes.
That’s not something that happens in our world, and even if my father wanted to, Martha and Carl Denton are impossible to get a hold of. That’s why the butler is Jared’s emergency contact. It’s sad but necessary.
“Nah,” I say with a smirk. “My father is very much an eye for an eye type of man. I’d be careful touching her for a while, the bitch might bite.”
“He’s not going to send her to school with a weapon,” Elijah scoffs, leaning back in his chair, thighs open wide. His low slung joggers are enough to make any man or woman’s mouth water, his zip up sweater left open without a shirt underneath.
He doesn’t need it, I know that his skin runs warm even without touching him, though my fingers twitch with a need to feel it. Elijah’s blonde hair is messy as he pushes it back with a hand, his tattoos barely peeking out from under his sweater. We all push the envelope of what’s acceptable at school. I have an eyebrow piercing I take out when I go to school and put back in when I arrive home.
Dad doesn’t say a word, he typically has no issue with who I am or who I fuck.
Licking my lips, I smirk at Elijah before taking a sip of the drink Jared poured for me.
“Dad doesn’t have daughters, but he sends me to school with a knife, Elijah,” I remind him. “Freshman year was fucking brutal, but he doesn’t remember because I wasn’t a pussy who ran crying home. Any black eyes I had, I told him one of you assholes gave to me.”
“That’s so much better,” Theo grunts, rolling his eyes. Fixing his glasses over his pale blue gaze, he frowns down at his science textbook. He takes school very seriously, we all do, because that’s what is expected.
However, everyone else thinks we just float through classes since we act as if we’re above it all. Every semester though, we all have top marks in our courses. We’ve all spent many a night studying late, he’s the only one with an exam tomorrow, though.
Theo is hard on himself, I bet most of the information already lives in his head. He’s a perfectionist, refusing anything less.
I get it, though. He’s also on the soccer team, which means less time to get shit done for school. His parents insist that he excel in sports as well, while Dad doesn’t give a shit about them. I’m involved in a few school activities, though, for show on my college applications.
I really enjoy a good argument, so Debate Club is a match made in heaven for me.
“I don’t make the rules of Fight Club,” I tease Theo, using one of my favorite movies to make my point.
“Stop distracting him,” Jared mutters. “So what’s the deal with this new girl, anyway? She should be at Cherryfield High, being subjected to the unwashed masses. She’s not worthy of our school.”
“Yeah, well, Dad has decided to take her under his wing for some reason,” I sigh. “He told me I didn’t need to worry about taking her to school anymore, and when I smirked in triumph, he cursed me out in Spanish. I’m basically an ungrateful twunt according to him. Then he told me to get lost for a few hours.”
“So who's taking her to school?” Elijah asks. “Your dad is much too busy to ferry around a teenager to school and back.”
“He most definitely is,” I mutter. “I guess we’ll have to find out who will be getting that honor.”
Theo grunts as he checks a page in his textbook against his notebook and smirks in triumph. I have a feeling at this point, he’s simply fact checking what he already knows.
“No use going on about it if we’ll find out tomorrow,” Theo says. “She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she? I saw her ass for a second underneath the ugly school skirt.”
“I’m forced to live with the whore,” I complain. “She pretends to be so innocent, yet I bet her pouty, pink lips would look perfect around my cock.”
“Or mine,” my best friends say almost unison before ducking their heads as they chuckle under their breaths.
“I jerked off in the shower to the idea of her on her knees in the middle of the field, sucking the four of us off,” Jared reveals, shrugging as if it’s nothing.
“Did you at least come?” Elijah asks, smirking.
“So hard I almost passed out,” Jared says with a sigh. “I just want to fuck her out of my system and be done with it, but the other part of me…”
Knowing how sick Jared’s fantasies can be, I take another deep sip of my whiskey. Rachelle means nothing to me, less than nothing, so I shouldn’t care what happens to her. I’ll gladly throw her to my friends, let them ruin the girl who is flying too close to the sun.
“Go on,” I drawl, interested to know what’s got him so twisted around. My stepsister has this air of sweetness, but I watched her fight Jared, screaming at him in the mud.
There’s a spirit there that hasn’t been extinguished, and I want to know what it’ll take to break the little whore. Get her to beg her mother to take her back to the trailer park.
She already cried on the first day of school, this should be child’s play. Rachelle isn’t built for this life, or meant to breathe the same air as us.
“We should see how far we’ll have to go to break her,” Jared states, his thumb rolling over his bottom lip. The bastard knows he can typically have any girl on her knees.
But what about Rachelle? An unkind voice whispers inside of me.
“What else?” I ask, eyebrow raising. “I think we need some clear guidelines.”
Theo glances up, intrigued. “Fuck, it’s been a long time since we’ve had a bet, Nacio.”
Eighth grade feels like a very long time ago, and the boy we terrorized sucked us all off while we filmed it. We didn’t show anyone, but it was enough to get the kid to move to somewhere like Germany for school.
I bet they’re a hell of a lot nicer than we’ll ever be.
The weak break, while we rise. That’s always how it’s going to be.
“We make her think we care,” I grunt, smirking. “We each play our hand at bullying, being nice, make her feel fucking crazy. I want her to be unable to eat, scared to tell anyone about what we’re doing because it doesn’t seem that bad.”
“Head games,” Jared says. “I made her vomit mud today, does that count toward this?”
“We start tomorrow, but yeah, shit like that would work,” I agree.
“We need to find out what she’s afraid of,” Elijah mutters, thinking out loud. “Play the nice guy, see how far she’s willing to believe it before we crush her.”
“Whatever it takes,” I growl. “It’s personal now. My father kicked me out of my own damn house over the little bitch.”
“Group bet or everyone for themselves?” Theo asks, chewing on the end of a pencil.
It’s a terrible habit. Glancing at Elijah because I’m too far, I jerk my eyes in Theo’s direction. Understanding completely, he winces and lunges forward, grabbing and tossing the pencil onto the table.
“We’ll need to decide,” I say. “We always tend to work better together, but no one can know it. If everyone thinks the bet is for whoever fucks her first, then the school will treat her like a whore. No mercy, giving her the same energy they gave her today.”
“Only much worse,” Jared says with a nod. “Marci almost looked as if she wanted to stop things when she started walking off the field and watched me shove Rachelle into the mud. No one can feel badly for her.”
“If they do, they’re not allowed to show it,” Theo grunts. “There are few people who are on our level, or off limits.”
I can name exactly three, and I don’t think any of them will care what we do with Rachelle.
“So we’ll name her as a whore and off limits to anyone else until after we complete the bet,” I explain. “It ends when she agrees to leave the school. That’s the only ending I’m willing to accept.”
“Fuck yeah,” Jared says.
Filling up the glasses again, he prepares one for Theo with exactly half a swallow. It won’t affect his ability to study at all, but it’ll seal the bet.
“So are we together in this?” I ask. If I want her gone, I have to accept whatever consequences come of this, which I am. “We’ll play with her in any way that gets the job done. Slut shaming, fucking her, grinding her face into our boots whenever we see her. Nothing is off limits.”
“So you saw how she kissed my boot like a good girl,” Jared says with a dark laugh.
“I saw it all,” I say. “I want more of it.”
“Yeah, I’m in,” Theo says, pushing his book onto the table and lifting up his glass. “The bet rises again.”
“So shall we fall or stand tall,” I grunt alongside my best friends.
This is why we’re the best, destined to become leaders in the world. We’re willing to do whatever it takes.
I hope you enjoy playing house with my dad, little girl. Your days are numbered.