Dante
“I hope bloody Jade is crippled for life after that,” I muttered, getting out of bed, fucking exhausted. The three bastards had gone at it almost all night. It sounded like they were fucking, dozing off for a couple of hours, fucking once they woke up, then repeat, over and over again. It made me want to chunder.
Clara snuggled into my side, looking like she wanted to go back to sleep. “So tired,” she yawned.
“You’re not the only one. And it’s worse for me, considering it’s my dad. He could never shut his trap when he fucked, his partners and clients all the same.” I detangled myself from Clara and pushed out of bed. “But it’s a hundred times worse knowing it’s him and Murderer doin’ my boss. My boss.” I grabbed my jeans and jumped into them. “I need coffee,” I said, wishing I could put a dash of whiskey in it. Knowing I couldn’t, I pulled on my shirt aggressively, almost ripping it.
“A flat white, please,” Clara replied.
My eyebrows shot up. “A flat white? What does this look like? A cafe? And anyway, you work for me, so you’re gettin’ the coffee.”
Clara groaned. “True.” She pushed out of bed and grabbed her skirt, stepping into it. I watched her getting dressed, licking my lips as she stuffed her boobs into her bra. For a second I considered having a taste, then sighed and jammed my feet into my boots, needing coffee more, because I’d probably fall asleep with my mouth on her tit if I didn’t get some caffeine into my system. I really didn’t know how Ash survived without the stuff, because, next to booze, it was my go to.
I sat down on the bed and started doing up my boots. Clara took off into the bathroom, coming out with her pink hair combed and her blouse tucked in.
She slipped her feet into sandals. “Money?” she asked, holding out a hand.
“For what?”
“The coffee.”
“You don’t need money for that. We’ve got plenty in the kitchen.”
“Nope, that tastes lousy. I’ll go to one of the cafes down the road and grab some real coffee.”
“Fine, take the cash from the drawer in the entrance. Jade always keeps spare change in there. And if you go to that cafe with the chocolate and almond croissants, get me one.”
An amused smile pulled at her lips. “Oh, you want a croissant, monsieur?”
“Don’t be a smart-arse, croissants aren’t girly.”
“Didn’t say they were, oh sensitive one.”
“You’re a cheeky wee thing, aren’t cha?” I walked towards the door, smacking her arse along the way. I sniggered at her yelp. “Just hurry up with that coffee, or I’ll take a coupla shots of whiskey instead.”
“Don’t you dare!” she barked.
I turned to her, the woman giving me one hell of a stare down. “Jesus, I wuz joking.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “It didn’t sound like it.”
“Guess you can’t read my tone either.”
“Either way, you shouldn’t joke about your addiction.”
“Addictions. I have more than one, but right now, all I want is coffee. So, are ya gonna stop busting my balls and get me some?”
“As long as you stay right here until I get back,” she said, pointing to where I was standing.
I smirked. “But what if I needa go for a slash? I know my cock’s massive, but it still can’t reach the toilet.”
“Don’t get fresh with me, I’m not amused.”
“Fuck, you’re hot when you get stroppy,” I said, heading for her, reconsidering my need for coffee, the woman perking me up quicker than a double shot of espresso.
“No touching,” she said, avoiding my hands. “We’ll never get any work done if you keep at it.” She took off out of the room.
I followed her down the stairs, grinning as she glanced over her shoulder. She stopped at the front door and turned to me, prodding my nose with her finger. “Stop right there, Dante, I’m serious. Stop playing with me.”
“I’m not playin’, I just want the newspaper,” I said, running my hand over her hip, definitely playing.
She smacked it away. “Then keep your hands to yourself, Fabio.”
I laughed. “Fabio? I’m way hotter than that dude.”
A small smile played on her lips. “Yes, you are.” She spun on her heel and headed out the door.
“You forgot the money,” I called out.
She made an embarrassed sound and quickly ran back inside, grabbing a handful of money from the entrance drawer. She took off again, ignoring my laughing. I followed her down the footpath, stopping at the mailbox as she continued down the road. She glanced back, poking her tongue out at me. I laughed again, and blew her a kiss. She stopped and pretended to catch it, placing her hand over her heart.
“You’re not just stroppy!” I called out, grinning like a loon. “You’re soppy as fuck!”
“Only for you!” she yelled back.
With a smile, she continued on her way. I watched her for a bit, the woman having a fantastic arse, her lilac skirt hugging it perfectly. Halfway down the road she stumbled, almost falling over. Chuckling, I shook my head at how clumsy she was, and opened the mailbox, finding the newspaper and a wrapped parcel. I removed them and headed back inside, entering the lounge. Murderer, or whatever persona he was today, was sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV.
I sat down on the chair across from him, grateful that at least he had his clothes on. “All fucked out, Murderer?” I asked.
He glared at me. “I’m not that bastard.”
“Killer?”
He nodded, his expression turning sad. “Why aren’t I enough for your dad?”
“Dude, he’s working, not cheating on you, so don’t get all wound up. You know he’s a whore, has been since the dawn of time.”
“I want him to quit.”
“He will... when he’s pushing up daisies.”
Killer swore. “I’m sick of sharing him. Why can’t I have him all to myself? He claims he loves me, so he should at least show it.”
“Fuck, if he didn’t love you, he wouldn’t be ’ere. You put him through way more shit than he puts you through, ’specially with your psycho side. Not many people, if any, would put up with Murderer. And last night wuz the first time I’ve heard him gettin’ on with that cunt. Be grateful for that.”
Killer exhaled. “Yeah, at least that’s a relief. Still, I hated that my cock wuz inside that li’l twat Jade.” He sneered. “I like men, not a pathetic excuse for one.”
“Murderer would’ve only done Jade to be near my old man. I don’t get why all your personalities have a hard-on for him. He’s a dirty cunt.”
Killer clicked his tongue. “That’s why I love him. He’s raw, the real deal, so bloody perfect no man can compare to him. Just thinking ’bout him makes my balls tingle—”
I sniggered, “That’s called syphilis.”
Killer ignored my joke, seemingly lost in thought about my dad. A smile pulled at his lips, his hazel eyes sparkling. “Tane is pure paradise in bed, my own personal nirvana. That body of his... mmmh, he really knows how to use it, ’specially his cock. It feels incredible inside of—”
“Oi!” I snapped, cutting him off. “Don’t talk that shit with me. He’s my dad.”
“He’s my dad,” Killer mimicked. “You sound like a li’l kid sayin’ that.”
“No, I sound like a grossed-out son not wanting to hear ’bout how his dad fucks. If anything, I already know how he fucks. He could never shut his trap while having sex. You don’t know what it wuz like bein’ in the room next to his when I wuz a kid.”
“Wish I did. I would’ve loved to be you as a kid. I would’ve wacked off to just his voice. Nah, I would’ve crawled into his bed every night.”
I stared at him, utterly disgusted. “If you were me, that would make him your dad, you sick fuck.”
Killer cackled. “Incest. A game the whole family can play.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? No, don’t answer that, you’re just as fucked in the head as Murderer.”
“Nah, no one’s that fucked. One time after your dad turned Murderer down, tellin’ him to go fuck himself, the freak did.”
“So what? Everyone wanks off.”
Killer shook his head. “He didn’t wank himself, he put his dick in his own arse.”
“Bullshit,” I scoffed. “Dick’s don’t bend that way.”
“When you have an anaconda they do, plus half the club can testify to it.”
“What do ya mean by that?”
“Murderer filmed himself doin’ it, then spliced it together with some of mine and Tane’s homemade porn. He then swapped the film the club wuz meant to watch on movie night, playin’ his revenge porn to get back at Tane for turning him down. Jasper managed to stop it from playin’, but the damage wuz already done. Your dad wuz humiliated. That’s why he disappeared the year before last. If Ash didn’t get kidnapped, I don’t think he would’ve returned.”
“Fuck,” I said, now understanding why my old man went AWOL for months. “Why am I only just hearing ’bout this now? I wuz told ’bout the gun incident, but not this.”
“Jasper quashed it. He said that if anyone spoke of it, he would slice or burn their insignia off,” Killer said, referring to our club’s tattoo. “And Jasper doesn’t make empty threats.”
I nodded, knowing perfectly well what Jasper was capable of.
Killer continued, “Both the prez and vice prez backed Jasper up. Li’l difference it made. Tane still refuses to return to the club, said Murderer ruined it for him. It’s why I’m surprised he’s even talkin’ to him, let alone having threesomes.”
“I’d say he’s doin’ it for you.”
“He shouldn’t hafta. I should be doin’ sumpthin’ for him.”
“Like what?”
“I’m considering goin’ back on my meds.”
“You mean the ones that make Murderer disappear?”
“And unfortunately Pain too. She’s the only reason why I haven’t done it sooner. Your dad loves her.”
“Not as much as he loves you.”
Killer’s expression turned hopeful. “You reckon?”
I nodded. “For sure. He talks ’bout you way more than Pain. His love for her doesn’t compare to his love for you. He’d give her up in a second just to have you alone. No Murderer. No Pain. Just you.”
Killer smiled, his eyes sparkling once more. A cry of “Yes!” wiped the smile right off his face. Another cry ripped through the air, Jade sounding like he was in heaven, my dad unfortunately good at his job.
Killer clenched his hands, looking like he wanted to smash Jade’s mouth in. “That li’l prick has had his money’s worth ten times over, he’s not gettin’ a second longer.” He jumped to his feet and stormed out of the room, thumping up the staircase. “That’s it!” he hollered. “No more! Tane’s mine!”
I shook my head. Jade wasn’t going to hear the end of this from me. I dumped the paper on the coffee table and opened the package, finding a halter top inside. I pulled it out, instantly recognising it as Kara’s. It was the one with the zipper down the front, my favourite of her tops. I put it down on the couch and picked up the envelope that had been underneath it, already annoyed with her, the bunny boiler unable to help herself. I removed a photo, freezing at the image. It was a picture of a naked Kara, spread-eagled and tied to a bed. Across the bottom of the picture it read, She’s dead unless you turn up to... An arrow pointed to the edge of the photograph. I turned it over, instantly recognising the address. It was where my old boss had lived, Craven now dead.
But his son wasn’t.
I jumped up and yelled out, “Dad!” running for the stairs, panic flooding me, fear filling me for Kara. Without a doubt, Ant Torres would kill her if I didn’t do as he asked. Although he was under house arrest, he was a rich bastard. The courts had finally unfrozen his assets, or more precisely, his stepmother’s assets, Talia Craven inheriting her dead husband’s estate. Which meant they had plenty of money to finance their misled revenge, what had happened to Craven not my doing. Still, Ant had a vendetta against my family, or more specifically with Ash, something that had started in high school.
I burst into Jade’s room, finding my dad starkers and about to enter an equally butt-naked Killer. Jade was sitting in the corner, with a hand wrapped around his cock, obviously getting off on watching my dad and Killer.
“Stop that now!” I shouted at my dad.
“Get the fuck outta ’ere, you shithead!” he yelled back, looking like he could strangle me.
I thrust the photo of Kara in front of his face. “Ant’s kidnapped Kara. He’ll kill her if I don’t go to his house.”
Dad swore and jumped off the bed, swiping up his leathers. I barked at Jade to make sure that Clara stayed with him when she got back, the guy nodding his head vigorously. In no time, my dad and Killer were dressed and running down the stairs behind me, heading for my car. I climbed behind the wheel, while my dad took the seat next to me. Killer got into the back. Before I’d even pulled away from the kerb, he was loading his gun, the way he was doing it suggesting Murderer had taken over.