Chapter 3
VAHN
“You need to stop fucking around, Vahn.”
“You need to fuck around more,” I spat into the phone at my sister.
“Are you saying I’m uptight?”
“Is uptight another word for violent?”
“I am not violent.”
Did she forget our childhood. “You stabbed me in the leg when I was three and got the last cookie.”
“Ugh.” Verity groaned. “That was one time, and I used a fork. You barely have a scar. Stop whining about it.”
Believe it or not, this was a nice conversation with my sister.
My family was complicated. Yes, a lot of people said that, but in my case it was true.
For example, the Kessler father/son relationships were not the playing catch in the yard type.
We didn’t joke around or openly display our affection for each other.
That might make us look weak, and we couldn’t have that.
Needless to say, I wasn’t really close to my dad. I respected him, but I also resented him. It wasn’t all his fault. He didn’t have the best role model. My grandpa wasn’t an easy man to get along with, and he was especially critical of my father.
Sometimes it seemed like he couldn’t do anything right. And that line of thought carried down to me, as my father prepared me to one day sit in his chair.
“Anyway,” my sister sighed. “What are you doing? How are things going over there?”
I rolled my eyes. “You can tell mom I’m fine.”
That was the real reason she was calling. To check up on me.
“I don’t tell mom about our conversations.”
“Oh please.” I grumbled. “You tell mom everything.”
“I didn’t tell her about your little hobby.” Verity pointed out, and I couldn’t argue with her.
My career wasn’t something either of my parents would be happy about, but it wasn’t my dad I had to worry about. The worst he would do is give me a lecture and cut me off for a month. If my mother had any idea I was making porn, she’d show up here and kill me herself.
The only reason my sister knew is because her fiancé watched a lot of porn, and would eventually stumble across it.
“Does Trina know about your hobby?”
“Trina doesn’t know what I look like.” That was a poor argument.
“Still, she might not be too happy about her future husband’s past career choices. Maybe I should tell her?”
Like I gave a fuck what Trina was happy about. “And what about your future husband? There’s a few things I could tell him about you.”
“You’d have to find him first.”
I could hear the rage in my sister’s tone. “Is he still fucking around?”
“Don’t care if he is.”
Yes she did, though I couldn’t say I was surprised given who his father was.
When they were kids Colton Hudson was all about my sister.
He’d follow her around all the time, saying she would be his wife.
That changed when he was eighteen. I don’t know what happened, but he suddenly wanted nothing to do with her.
“Well,” I sighed. “I’m sure he’s busy doing Order bullshit.”
“I don’t know Vahn,” My sister spat back at me. “Seeing as you’re his king, you should know.”
“Don’t start with this shit Verity.”
“No Vahn, you need to start taking responsibility. If you were here being the leader you are supposed to be, instead of fucking for money you don’t need, then maybe these idiots would stop running around causing chaos.”
I didn’t want to be the King of Kings of their precious order, but that’s what it all came down to. Family, love, and friendships all came after. Everything we did was for The Order Of Ravens And Wolves.
That’s how I’d been trained to think. Every thought, action, or decision I made was with The Order in mind, and I fucking hated it.
Don’t get me wrong, I understood the need for it. The Order did a lot of bad things in the name of power, but they also protected the people in my hometown. That didn’t mean I wanted to sit at the throne so to say.
Honestly, Verity would be a better choice. She was malicious, calculating, and ruthless. All qualities one needed to run an evil empire. And what was more, she wanted the job.
What my father refused to teach her, she found out on her own. Verity knew more about the order than our grandfather. The only thing she didn’t have, was a dick.
She envied me for the position that I would one day take, and I envied her for the freedom she had.
And because of that, sibling rivalry had a new meaning in my house.
Ninety-three stitches, four broken bones, and a couple of near death experiences later, and Verity and I were on amicable terms. The fact that she was in Florida and I was in California didn’t hurt.
“Dad said I had four years.” I rebutted.
“Meanwhile your knights are running amuck. Archer got arrested for arson last month. If you had been here…”
“Stop it Verity.” I cut her off. “I’m not coming back.”
“You’re their leader.”
“Yeah, well I never asked to be.” This wasn’t about me doing my duty. Verity was pissed about something else. “It’s not my job to keep your man in check. If you need help keeping him satisfied, I’ll send you a couple of my movies.”
Okay, that was low.
“Fuck you Vahn. I’m telling mom you make porn.” With that, she hung up.
I wasn’t worried about her blabbing my secret—Verity would get in just as much trouble for keeping it from Mom—but I did feel bad about what I said.
If I was home, I’d find Colton and give him a beat down for my sister, or at least try to figure out what was going on with him.
But it wasn’t my problem. Not for another five months. Still…
I looked down at my phone. Maybe I should call Colton? Just to check up on him.
My finger hovered over his name, ready to make the call, when a door on the right opened and something much more interesting walked out.
Emma strutted out with a silk robe wrapped around her shoulders.
My eyes trickled over her legs. Those stockings looked fucking great on her.
Even better considering I was the one who sent them to her.
Or should I say Tinker Toy 365 sent them to her.
She of course had no idea, but that was half the fun.
“How’d it go?” I asked as she headed to the bathroom to have a bath, like she did after every show.
Her shoulder lifted in a shrug. “It was good.”
Oh, she didn’t come. Emma faked a great orgasm, but I don’t think she’d actually had one.
“Tinker wasn’t on today, so I didn’t do as well as I expected.”
His fucking sister called so he couldn’t log on, but he wanted to.
“That sucks.”
“It’s okay,” she gave me a smile that caused her silver eyes to sparkle. “I still did good.”
I was so fucking pissed that I missed her show. The fifties style was my request. Not because I was a fan. I was hoping the outfit would turn me off so I could move on and accept my fate with Trina Whitley.
That was just one of the many things I’d tried over the past month to make Emma less desirable, and like all the others it didn’t work. When I walked in and saw her looking like a pinup girl, I damn near bust a nut. Not even Verity’s shrill voice could chase away my erection.
Emma pointed over her shoulder with her thumb, “I’m gonna go take a bath.”
“Alright.” What I wouldn’t give to be that bathtub. “You should take your laptop with you.”
She stopped and cocked a brow my way. “Why?”
“Maybe Tinker will be around for a private show?”
In fact I could guarantee he would.
“I don’t do private shows in the bath, that would break one of my rules.”
That it would. Emma had three rules for her shows.
1 She never told her guys she loved them.
2 No real world meetups—which some of the other girls did.
3 No pussy. Her panties stayed on.
Taking a private show in the bath would violate rule number three. That and Emma referred to her after show baths as me time, when in reality it was we time. I may have installed a few cameras in the bathroom. Privacy wasn’t a thing in this house. At least not for Emma.
“How’s Mitch?” Emma asked.
I looked over to where he was still passed out. “He’s fine.”
He probably wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon.
Mitch’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, and a stream of drool was trickling from the corner of his mouth.
The bruise on the side of his face did make me feel a little bad, which was ironic considering I had absolutely no remorse for the many times I invaded his sister’s privacy.
“Make sure he puts some ice on that,” Emma said, and disappeared in the bathroom.
The second the door closed, my eyes drifted down to my phone, and the app that would let me see in the bathroom.
I should feel guilty. Despite his obvious flaws, Mitch was a good guy. He didn’t care who I was, where I came from, or what I could do for him, he was there for me regardless. Mitch liked me for me. That was unheard of in my world.
And how did I repay his friendship? By spying on his sister. My best friend was lying beside me unconscious, and instead of taking care of him, my first instinct was to jerk off to his sister stripping.
Did that make me a bad friend, probably. But I wasn’t a good guy like Mitch. I was sick and wrong. A part of me wanted to pull out my dick and jerk off to Emma while her brother slept beside me.
Sometimes I wondered if my twisted desires stemmed from jealousy. Mitch and Emma had a sibling relationship full of love and support. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my sister, but it was different.
Verity and I didn’t look out for each other like they did. If Mitch had any idea about the things I wanted to do to his sister, he would kill me. He protected Emma from douchebags like me.
I wouldn’t do that for Verity. Mostly because she could take care of herself. We didn’t need each other like they did. I envied them for that. I also hated Mitch for taking his sister's love for granted.
“Well Mitch,” I slapped my hand on his leg, “you sleep it off,” I stood up, said, “I’m gonna go jerk off to your baby sister,” and headed into my room.