Frowning at him I shake my head. “He can never repent for this. Nothing will ever be enough.”
“I know, and so did he, they found him dead this morning. He hung himself.”
I blanche at his words. There’s no relief or pleasure filling the crater sized hole left by Robbie’s death.
“He hated that his family ties got him off.”
“The Elite got him off.” I correct.
“The Elite aren’t what you thought they were, Rhett.”
“Yeah I’m working that out, the question is, if you already knew that then why did you want in?”
Smirking he backs away. “Who says I wanted in, maybe they wanted me in.”
Well that’s cryptic as fuck.
Nodding my head I fold my arms over my chest trying to feel anything about the mans death, but its weird. I hated him for what he took from us, I wished for his death a million times over, but this isn’t how I wanted it to be. He was a victim himself. And he handed out his own justice, taking that from us too.
Tossing the photo in the trash I gulp down air to fill my lungs and leave the thoughts of the man there with it.
It’s over. At least it’s over.
I’m part of The Elite now, and I hate that they recruit people who are so willing to allow things like Robbie’s death be swept under the rug.
And that they recruit vile women like Lillian into the fold. But maybe being part of the society doesn’t have to be a bad thing. We can make changes from within. I know Rush has more to say on the matter and we’ll get into it at some point, right now though I need to take the good and run with it. Give my mind some peace.
Throwing my keys on the table, I offer my old man a middle finger and take the last box out to the moving truck.
“Good riddance to that house of lies,” I tell Chastity.
“You’re not going to miss the place?”
Tapping my head, I grin. “I have all the memories I need up here. Everything else I need is coming with me.”
Scooping her up, I carry her upfront and place her ass into the passenger seat, then push her cute ass over so I can climb in next to her.
“Ready?” the moving guy asks.
Leaning my arm out the window, I tap the side of the door. “Let’s go make new memories.”
I’m happy, and it feels damn good.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Not this time. This isn’t a tragedy. We’re not Romeo and Juliet. We’re Rhett Masters and Chastity Griffin.
The bad boy and his good girl…who likes to get a little bad.
Pushing into her warm heat, I fuck her slow against the window where I now know I first fell in love with Chastity Griffin.
“The glass will break,” she pants, and I chuckle. Lifting her, I move her to the bed. It’s a twin, and covered in fluffy toys, including the giant pink bear I won at the carnival. His head has been stitched back on after she tore it off during our small breakup.
I punish her body, swallowing her moans. Her nails scrape at the flesh on my back, and it makes me pound her harder.
“Fuck me, Rhett. Fuck me harder, harder—take this pussy,” she begs. She’s a fucking horny little nympho. I thought I liked to fuck a lot, but she barely lets me eat, sleep, function. “I’m coming,” she pants, her body tensing, her pussy walls gripping my dick like a vice. I follow her over, collapsing my sweaty skin against hers.
“You monster.” She strains beneath me, giggling and squirming.
“Don’t move. You’ll make me hard again,” I grunt.
“Mmm…really?” She wiggles.
“You’re insatiable.” I nibble her ear, and she giggles more. Damn, I love that sound.
“Let’s eat and then fuck again.” I lift myself off her and slip my dick out.
My mother was having a night in at the new house and Chasity’s dad was off at some retreat or motel while the wicked stepmother is at her family’s estate—which meant an empty place for us to take advantage of.
We were both surprised she didn’t use it to sabotage our relationship by showing Chas’s dad, but there hasn’t even been a squeak about it from her.
“I bought groceries.” Chastity slaps my ass, hurrying past me to the bathroom.
“You’ll pay for that,” I shout after her, pulling off the condom and tossing it in her trashcan. I have to remember to empty that before I leave.
Pulling on some track pants, I wince when the fabric brushes over my new tattoo. It’s only visible by the red raised skin, which will settle down. And then, without a black light, you won’t even know it’s there.
My hip adorns The Elite logo with Lust written beneath it.
The task considered complete, I was initiated fully without having to do anything or being able to refuse. After what God did for me with Chastity, lying about him being behind the video and my insistent shit to make him join, I couldn’t leave him alone in this. I doubt we will ever know who sent that video in, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m an Elite Seven member, and I got the girl.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge. All my favorite food stares back at me. “I love you, baby,” I say aloud, even though she’s upstairs showering and can’t hear me.
Pulling out the makings for a sandwich, I nearly drop the food when the front door crashes open.
Grabbing a knife from the knife block, I march into the foyer and my feet skid to a stop.
Pride stands before me, wild eyed and covered in…is that…blood? Rush fills the doorway seconds later.
“What happened to you?”
“Where the fuck is she?” he growls.
“Who?” I ask manuevering my body toward the stairs to block them off. If he means my girl, he’ll have to kill me to get to her. The scary fucking thing about that is he looks crazed enough to attempt it.
“Lillian,” he roars, grabbing a vase from the hall table and throwing it against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces across the foyer.
The floor above me creaks.
Pride’s crazy eyes follow the noise. “Where is Lillian?” he barks to Chastity, who is clutching a towel to her body, shaking from tip to toe.
“She’s at her family’s place. It’s just us two here, man,” I placate, holding up my hands, the knife still in my grip. Awkward.
“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demand. “Whose blood is that?”
He doesn’t answer, he just slams out the same way he came in.
Whose fucking blood was that?
PRIDE IS COMING
2/25/19
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What an exciting ride, joining forces with my badass peers.
This title was lighter than my usual titles but Rhett was a force, and I fell head over heels in love with him.
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I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters, I love spending time with my family. I’m a mom and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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