Stuff Me Father (Malevolent Sinners #4)

Chapter One

CAMERON

I stare up at the church and begin to doubt my decision.

This is the only home I have known since I was a teenager.

When my parents died, I was put into the system.

When I aged out, I had nowhere to go, so I joined the church, where I met a good buddy of mine.

We’ve stayed in contact over the years, and learning that he had removed his collar and settled down with a woman that he shares with his two best friends was a shock.

He told me he had never been happier. I applaud him.

He is a better man than I. I would never be able to share a woman, I’m too controlling and possessive.

I turn away from the church for the last time and slip behind the wheel of my new Audi.

My parents may have died when I was kid, but they were rich and left everything to me.

I’m what you would call a millionaire. Well, I think billionaire is a better fit since I invested in a few companies a few years back and quadrupled my investment and then some.

I pull onto the freeway and dial Van’s number, the dial tone sounding out through the Bluetooth system in the car. I grip the steering wheel as I press my foot down on the gas, loving the feeling of the power of the car.

“Cam, are you calling to tell me you bitched out?” I chuckle and shake my head, even though he can’t see me.

“You wish, brother. I’m on the freeway heading into the city now.”

“I’m already here.”

“You’re in New York?” Surprise is clear in my tone.

“I’m sinking a fuck load of money into this place, so of course I had to come out and see it for myself. Plus, Pey and the guys wanted to get away for the weekend.”

“Nice. I should be there in twenty minutes.”

“See you soon, brother,” he says, then ends the call.

Cruising down the freeway has a feeling of freedom spurring to life inside me.

Leaving the church wasn’t a decision I made lightly, but I always knew I wasn’t destined to live a life of celibacy.

I was constantly saying over a hundred Hail Marys a month for sinning.

I’m nothing but a dirty sinner, and I’m okay with that.

The man upstairs can lock the gates on me when my time comes, but I’ll make sure I live a good fucking life first before I spend the rest of eternity sweating my balls off in hell.

When I approached Van months ago with my idea, I thought he would shoot me down and tell me I was crazy but to my surprise, he was on board and thought it was a fucking great idea.

His one stipulation was that everyone must be safe and vetted before they could obtain membership.

I agree completely—the safety of our staff is paramount.

He wants to be a silent partner, which means I would be left with the day-to-day running of everything, which works for me.

Plus, he has a kid now, so he can’t be flying across the country every other week to help me run Sinners Welcome.

As I pull up in front of the club, I place the car in park and take a minute to stare at the beauty of what it is to become.

I may be richer than sin but I’m also not stupid.

I know opening a place like this is going to be a lucrative investment and if everything goes well, I’ll be able to expand throughout the country.

I haven’t had a chance to travel at all, being a priest meant I was in the same place all the time.

Not anymore. I step out of the car and can’t help but grin when I see Van stepping out of the building.

The moment he sets his sights on me a broad smile stretches across his face.

“Didn’t think I would ever see you in plain clothes,” he says as I approach him. We hug and honestly it feels so good. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders and being able to share this experience with one of my good friends is something special.

I clap him on the back as we pull apart, he still looks the same minus the collar and black robes. If possible it seems like he has even more tattoos than when I last saw him a few years ago. Van Pierce isn’t what you would expect a priest to look like, nor am I for that matter.

“You seem happy, brother.”

At my observation a softness enters his eyes.

“Yeah. I really am. I never thought I would find this kind of happiness, but I met a girl who changed my perception about the world and she made me a dad. My daughter is everything to me. She has all four of us wrapped around her tiny little fingers.” I know from him telling me that they decided to never find out who Harmony's biological father is. I respect that and I think it’s great for them all to share in this happiness and love.

“Want to show me around? I need to get my hands dirty and get sucked into some work,” I say.

Van laughs. “Trust me, brother, the work you did at the church will be nothing compared to the work you are about to get into with bringing this place to life.”

For the first time in a long time, I feel excited.

Three months later…

It’s opening night of Sinners Welcome. My nerves are shot and I can’t keep myself from double checking everything.

Being away from the church was a lot easier than I had thought it would be.

Out here I have the freedom to come and go as I please.

I can indulge in what I want and not feel an ounce of remorse for it.

I’ve always had an appetite for the darker things in life and pushed that side of me down for years, knowing that it was wrong for a priest to lust after such dirty, dirty things.

Especially when it came to me being in a non-exclusive relationship with my seminarian. Evan Bailey was off limits, forbidden, but that didn’t stop me from fucking him in the confessional.

Sinners Welcome is my way of being able to explore my wants and needs.

I knew I couldn’t be the only person out there who wanted to explore everything sexual and try new things.

Since I have been free from my collar, I have indulged in pussy almost every night with Evan.

When I left the church, I offered for him to come with me.

He accepted without thought. While I found relief, I also found other things to incorporate into the club.

All the workers have been vetted and had health checks.

Membership to this place is harder than getting police clearance.

The first and most important thing is the safety of our staff, I will not allow anyone in here that is a risk to them.

Each room in the club is set up differently, having something for everyone and their needs.

We’ve employed men and women who are comfortable and experienced in their craft.

We also have a voyeurism room where couples can come and be watched.

We have a teacher here who can help couples privately with pleasuring their partners.

We have not discriminated against anyone, this place is open to all, provided they pass the necessary checks.

When you enter you are led to a communal area with a bar where you will be given a menu which lists all the rooms.

Once a room is chosen you will be given a separate menu with a list of names—fake ones of course—and pictures of the women or men that work in those rooms. This is a high-end sex club and isn’t paid by the hour, the price each person pays for the room is enough for a deposit on a house.

All identities are kept a secret. I take one last look around at the communal area and nod my head for Ralph to join me.

He is the manager of the club and has proven to be fucking amazing at his job since he started.

“Yes, Sir?” he asks once he is at my side.

“I need tonight to go off without a hitch. I have a new assistant coming in shortly since I fired my last one.” Ralph growls. I don’t condone the use of drugs. Anyone caught taking or selling any of that shit in my club will be fired, including my former assistant.

“Of course, the moment she arrives I will have her escorted to your office. Will you be joining us for the first intake of clients?” I hear the suggestiveness in his tone and fight not to smirk. I want to say yes but I know it’s better for business if the owner remains out of sight.

“Not tonight. I’ll be watching on the cameras.” With a nod Ralph turns and heads for the front.

It’s time for Sinners Welcome to open its doors.