A Dangerous Game (Masters of Chaos MC Book 1) by Eden Rose (2)

“Wait! Sinclair, we still have twenty more minutes!” She hollers after me but I keep walking.

 

As I walk out of the area, I kick my shoes off and run to my dressing room.

 

On the outside, I’m Sinclair Price, Queen of Porn, but really, I’m Sinclair Mendoza, trying to find my way like the rest of you.

 

*

 

Getting the kids ready for school has got to be the hardest thing ever about being a caretaker. Jayla and Jenna both think it’s funny to try and get me confused by pretending to be their twin sister. Yeah, you heard me. My nieces are seven year old twins who are driving me insane right now.

 

“Jayla! Jenna! Come on, we have to go to the bus stop! I can’t drive you today,” I holler up the stairs of my condo in downtown Las Vegas. It’s an expensive place, but the twins seem to like it. I think they like the pool more than anything.

 

I see two brunette heads come running down the stairs and hear the angry foot falls of their feet. “Why can’t you drive us, Aunt Sin?” Jayla asks. I’m sure it’s her, because she has a collick on the top of her forehead.

 

“Yeah, how come?” Jenna asks with her deep blue eyes. The same eyes as her sister and my brother. Every time I look at them, I think of him.

 

I especially feel bad because I walked out on him at the hospital all those years ago. We never had the chance to hash out our problems and the guilt is with me every day.

 

Feeling sad, and missing Gabe, I usher them to the door. “Come on. Aunt Sin has a meeting to go to this morning.”

 

Both of the girls walk out the front door and climb into my Range Rover that I got as a present from signing my biggest contract three years ago. I’m really proud of it and I make sure to keep it looking nice and clean as much as I can. Jayla and Jenna both like it because it’s tall and they get to jump down. Also, because it can hold a gaggle of their friends.

 

Yep, preschool was easy. Elementary school is difficult because now their friends come to their parties and their parents. I wouldn’t say that they treat me immensely different than the other parents, but I do feel the riff between us. I do know that they try to keep their husbands away from me. Silly ass bitches. I’m a porn star, not some predator. Their children are not allowed to have sleep overs at my house because they think I walk around naked or something.

 

It’s ignorant and not fair to Jayla and Jenna. But, I try to make sure that they are as happy as can be with the situations that we have.

 

This wouldn't be the first time someone didn't like me.  Growing up as the princess of the local MC, I got passed over.

 

“So, Aunt Sin, are you going to be home when we get home from dance?” Jayla asks. She’s the one that asks the most questions about everything. I keep thinking she’s going to become a cop or something.

 

“I’ll pick you up from the nanny before dance and  take you guys home as well. Don’t forget though, tomorrow you are sleeping over at Angela’s. All right?”

 

Angela is one of my friends at the studio. Yes, she is a porn star too and yes, we have hooked up a few times. Lesbian porn is where it’s at right now and if you want to make money, you got to eat box as well. She’s a nice woman who is also a single mother to twin boys around my nieces ages. They all get along though. Their nanny, Kate, is also my nanny but I don’t have her watch the girls as often as Angela does.

 

I need to be a parent before I’m anything else. Even if I’m a substitute.

 

“Yay! We get to see Barrett and Brady!” Jenna hollers and punches the air with her little fists. “I love spending the night at their house, Aunt Sin. They have fun animals and stuff. When can we get fun animals and stuff?”

 

Little do they know, that I have intentions on getting them each a puppy for their Christmas present this year. Jayla and Jenna will get their own because I don’t want to listen to them complain about not spending time with their puppy. I managed to find a breeder who still has a litter of Golden Retrievers and two brothers left.

 

“When you each get jobs and pick up their poop,” I quip back and pull into the school.

 

As I drive my SUV through the bus circle, I notice that several parents are there dropping off their kids. This is just fucking great. It’s almost Christmas break and I have managed to get away from these trophy wives.

 

“Move aside, ladies. She’s here,” one of them says as she looks at her kid and pushes him aside.

 

Oh no! He’s going to catch the porn gene!

 

My nieces are already running in the doors of the school to get to class before I can kiss them goodbye. This is a new occurrence and at first I was upset that they didn’t want to kiss me bye, but at least they like the school.

 

I ignore the gossiping women who seem to think that I haven’t ever been treated like I have the plague before, I walk to my car. Once inside, I notice that all of them are looking at me over their shoulders. I’m trying desperately hard to not flip the fuck out on them and get through this, but today I want to punch all of them.

 

Back in the day, if I were still hanging around the MC, I would have shown them a thing or two about respect. I hate when people think they are better than me just because they are a housewife or something.

 

Driving to the studio, I feel better and more in control of my surroundings by being here. I like being here and the feel of actually doing something to provide for my family. Yeah, I take my clothes off and suck some dick, but it pays the bills. At least I’m getting paid for it. Many people don’t realize how controlled the environment is and it’s not some giant orgy.

 

Every actor or actress has their own room and gets to pick their own video that they want. We’re never forced to sleep with someone if we don’t want to.

 

Like I said, we’re in control.

 

Duke’s getting out of his car, and I can’t help but look him over. He’s a delicious fucking man who’s tall and has a big dick. We fuck a lot for video but we’ve never actually had sex without a camera in our faces. Duke is about six feet and he looks Middle- Eastern. I think he said something about him being a first generation here or something. His parents don’t agree with his job choice, but they are accepting of it as they can be.

 

Mine stopped talking to me.

 

“Hey, baby. How are you?” Duke asks as he saddles himself up with me and puts his arm around my shoulder.

 

I wrap my arm around his waist and squeeze. We walk like this into the studio. “Oh you know, taking the kids to school and all of that fun stuff.”

 

He kisses my cheek as we get into the doors, “One of these days, are you going to let me take you out?”

 

He’s always asking this and I always answer the same way. “You already got into my pants, it’s not as if you need to buy me dinner.” I wink at him and then strut off to my dressing room.

 

CALEB

 

Being a lawyer is actually more boring than I thought. Maybe I should have done something more entertaining… like be a pilot. No, I’m holed up in my office trying to get briefs together for court.

 

I’m a fourth generation family law attorney at Bilson McAdams Bilson (BMB for short) and I specialize in custody disputes. I’m that asshole that rips kids away and places them with different people. Yes, I do have a soul, it’s just not very deep.

 

I hate my job but I spent too much money in school to do anything else but this. At least I make decent money. Not as much money as my best bud, Duke, does. He’s a porn star and loves his job. Isn’t that funny? The lawyer and the porn star as friends. Hey, it works and we take care of each other.

 

“Mr. Bilson, your two o’clock is here,” Janet announces and I look out my window to see a slutty woman dressed as if she’s about to hit a strip club.

 

After racking my brain, I can’t remember having a meeting with someone at this time. “What is this regarding?” I ask and flip through my book.

 

“She’s here to discuss the custody of her children. Your dad set it up.”

 

Of course he did. “Send her in.”

 

I arrange my desk so it is decently organized and set the alarm on my computer to make my phone ring in ten minutes. I button up my suit coat and pop a mint in my mouth. Smelling like the coffee I just chugged isn’t good for business.

 

The woman walks into my office wearing a tight dress and her tits hanging out. Her hair is horribly dyed (I know this because my sister is a hair stylist and she would flip out) and its long. There’s not one thing appealing about this woman, but she deserves to be helped.

 

Or so they say.

 

“Hello, I’m Caleb Bilson. What’s your name?” I hold my hand out and she completely ignores it. I’m shocked as hell as she leans in and gives me a kiss on my cheek.

 

“I’m Charlotte Bright. I’m here to discuss the custody of my twin daughters.”

 

She doesn’t let me go and I awkwardly move her hands so they are off of my shoulders. “Yes, please take a seat.”

 

Unlike most women who wear dresses or short skirts and cross their ankles, her knees are about a foot apart. Gross. I’m not proud of it, but I could see up her skirt and the lack of underwear that she’s wearing is making me want to gag.
 

I’m sick and fucking tired of these women with no morals or standards. I would want a woman who doesn’t act like a slut and will be someone that I can settle down with. Clearly, this is not the woman and I want to kick her out of my office.

 

“What can I do for you, Charlotte?” It’s a loaded question but I’m actually being a professional right now. I want nothing to do with this woman.

 

Charlotte shakes out her tight as sin top and then pouts. “My twin daughters have been given to their father’s sister. She’s a fucking whore.”

 

Wow, that’s blunt.

 

“What makes you say that? First, shall we discuss my fees?”

 

Right at the end of my sentence, she gets up and starts doing what is supposed to be a sexy dance. There was nothing sexy about it. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand and push my chair into its holder with me on it.

 

“Working on your fees,” she says simply almost as if I’m some dumb ass that doesn’t understand something so simple.

 

I shake my head and swallow the burning bile down. “No. That’s not how I do business. I think we are done here.”

 

She starts to argue but I shake my head and point towards the door. With frustration, she stomps out of my office and slams the door. Right when I hear her yell: “You asshole!” I notice that she left a folder on my desk.

 

Curiosity claims me and I open it. In it, is a bunch of details regarding her twins and their caretaker. I’m shocked as hell when I see where she works.

 

White Hot Productions.

 

With Duke.

 

I’m supposed to be having dinner with Duke later today to discuss his custody trial from his ex wife. Maybe I can stop in and see him… Well, see her. I’m wondering what she looks like and if she’s actually a motherly person. Is she in videos too? Or is she like an accountant or something?

 

Instead of packing up all of my shit to bring home, I leave it on my desk and grab my suit coat. After shrugging it on, I walk out of my office and shut the door. I don’t need to lock it because most everyone has left already and there’s nothing in there that someone would want.

 

My car is the only one in the parking garage, and I unlock it before getting into it. Once I’m in, I plug my phone into the car charger and drive off to go see Duke. I pull into the parking lot outside of the nondescript building, and get out of my car.

 

I’ve been here a ton of times before, but I’ve never just stopped in like this. The sound of skin on skin hits me while I walk in the front door. I turn to see where the noise is coming from and I see two women doing 69 with some big ass dildos. Of course, I have to stop and take in the scene before going to find Duke. The women are both fake blondes with big tits and little asses. I reach down and adjust my dick so it’s not sticking straight out and getting zipper burn.

 

“Hey, you fuckin’ perv!”

 

“Yo!” I holler back at Duke as he comes over to me in his bathrobe. He’s said numerous times that he finds it cold in here so he’s always wearing a bathrobe. “What’s goin’ on?” I ask and give him that weird man hug that only men get.

 

“I thought I was meeting you later?” He asks and his head turns to the side and he looks over.

 

I follow where he’s looking and see a gorgeous blonde with long hair and a tight little body. “Who the hell is that?” I ask openly gawking at this girl. I can see the outline of her tits through her silk robe and they are nice and firm from what I can see.

 

Duke pushes on my shoulder and points at her. “Sin! Come over here, I want you to meet my friend.”

 

The woman, Sin, walks over barefoot and her hair is flowing in the fan. I can smell the scent of her shampoo or her lotion and she smells sweet as candy. She awkwardly waves as she comes up and saddles herself up next to Duke. “Hi, I’m Sinclair . How are you?”

 

Holy shit. Lord have mercy on my soul! This woman has a Southern accent that makes her so fucking beautiful. “Caleb. Nice to meet you.”

 

Duke nudges my shoulder and shakes his head as if he can read my unpure thoughts. “We are going to dinner. Want to come?” He asks her and wraps his arm around her shoulder.

 

My friend is pretty tall and I’m about 6’4” but this woman has to be at least 5’10”. She reaches her red tipped nails into her pocket and pulls out her phone. “Sorry, I can’t. I have to pick up my nieces. Another time?”

 

Wait a fucking minute!

 

 

HULK

“Any leads yet?” I question during visitation. It’s been fucking three years since I got locked up on bull shit charges to help the club dodge the cops investigating everything. For the past three years, I have rotted away in the maximum security prison waiting for my time to tell these mother fuckers to go to hell.

 

Bishop shakes his head. “We think it's this new club out in Vegas. We haven’t got a good lead on them.”

 

I feel sick to my stomach at the word Vegas. Sinclair is there and has no idea what the fuck is going on. “They are that close to Sin? Are you trying to get her killed?” I bark out.

 

The president slams his hand on the table separating us. “It was your fault she left in the first place, you little shit!”

 

Everyone around us looks up from their visitation to look at us. We’re tattooed up and louder than shit. Especially dealing with this situation. “If I were on the outside, I would protect her. I would make sure none of this shit touched her.”

 

“This isn’t gettin’ us anywhere.”

 

I shake my head. “No, we aren’t. I’m rotting away doing my time and no one is watching my girl. I swear to fuckin’ leather jesus, if anything happens to her, I’m going to kill every single one of those assholes.”

 

I mean it, too. I’ve had enough of us not knowing what’s up in the club.

 

“Ever since we bombed the Sinners three years ago, it's just been fuckin’ petty ass shit.”

 

After we found out that the Sinners were the ones that blew up our clubhouse, the night everything went down, my brothers picked each of the brothers off one by one until the arsonist was last. He was burned alive and I got to watch the recording of it.

 

Not even going to lie. I enjoyed every minute of it.

 

“Those rat bastards are all going to burn when we get them alone. Every single one. For killing Thorn and putting you away in prison,” Bishop utters as if he’s sitting in orange next to me.

 

“I want one of them left for me,” I remark.

 

Elvis mutters under his breath.

 

“What?”

 

He nods over at the president. “We think they are going to attack Sin next. They’ve been sending us fuckin’ videos of her fuckin’ all these guys in the studio and the end isn’t that great.”

 

“Mother fucker!” I scream out.

 

A guard is here in two seconds to fuck with us. “If you have one more outburst, you’re in lock down for seventy-two hours. You got me?”

 

Bishop smirks. “Mr. Hall, right? You live at 24 McCallister Road with a wife and two kids. Right?:

 

The guard shifts around in his boots. “Who the fuck are you?” He demands.

 

“Not the one you mess with when we’re having a meeting.”

 

Hall mutters under his breath and storms off. I already know he’s going to fuck with me when everyone leaves. Elvis and Bishop are watching my reactions to the whole thing intently.

 

Elvis nods his head at me. “You still training in here?”

 

“Yeah. Of course. But we don’t have the same equipment that I need to actually train.”

 

“Visitation is over!” Hall shouts over the murmurs of everyone talking.

 

I roll my eyes know exactly what is about to happen. He’s going to try and fuck with me somehow once I’m in my cell. He likes to act as if he’s more important than what he is and takes it out on me.

 

Bishop gets off the seat and adjusts his cut on his shoulders. The move makes me miss wearing my cut more than I should. It's a badge of honor more than anything. However, I miss being around my brothers, drinking, fucking, fighting… All the things I can’t do in here.

 

“You gonna be okay?” He demands and claps me on my back.

 

I clap him too to show him I’m not scared of these mother fuckers. The only thing that scares me about being in here is the fact I can’t protect myself how I normally would.

 

“Yeah, prez. Don’t worry about me. Let me know when you got those fuckers figured out. We gotta stop them before they get Sin.”

 

Elvis nods. “We miss ya, brother. Don’t worry. You’re gettin’ out soon.”

 

I don’t allow them to see my doubt. I already know that I’m gonna be in here for a long fucking time.

 

A group of my podmates walk back to our pods together and I can’t help but think about Sinclair. Someone’s watching her and sending videos and pictures of her to Bishop to get him pissed. I’m pissed as shit because I can’t do anything in here to protect her.

 

Absolutely nothing.

 

SINCLAIR

 

 

Duke’s hot friend is staring at me as if I’m a freak show or something. It’s unnerving how he’s looking at me like that. “What?” I whisper and look over my shoulder.

 

I’m used to being stared at. I won’t lie and say I’m not thrilled about it but he’s looking at me as if he’s trying to figure something out. I can’t help but get weirded out by it.

 

My brother’s death was a murder done by another local club after I ran out of the hospital a couple of years ago and we- I mean- they never brought the mother fuckers to justice. Every time someone looks at me like they’re trying to figure me out, I can’t help but get paranoid.

 

That day was the last day I saw anyone from the club. Including my brother and Hulk.

 

Last I heard, Hulk was in prison for some random crimes. No one would tell me why and I wasn’t exactly begging for the information.

 

“Are you Sinclair Mendoza?” He asks and looks down at the ground before looking up at me.

 

I nod my head and back up some from Duke. This is too weird and I’m not interested in having some psycho fan raiding my panty drawer.

 

“Dude!” Duke says and nudges his shoulder. “You’re freakin’ her out.” My friend turns towards me and kisses my cheek. “It’s all right, angel. He’s not going to be some freak who stalks you. I promise. He’s cool.” With the last sentence, he’s staring at his friend and then looks back at me.

 

“Sinclair, can I talk to you for a moment?” Caleb asks and I look up at his deep blue eyes. His hair is inky black but long and in a pony at the nape of his neck. He’s got this look of being a bad boy mixed with some big wig. It’s contradicting but very hot. There’s some thicker pieces of hair that are falling into his eyes.

 

One hundred percent different than Hulk. He and Hulk are on separate planets.

 

I feel my pussy grow wet from thinking about him in it. It’s been about a year since I had sex without a camera in my face. A whole year of poor dates and my not wanting them anywhere near me. Now, all of a sudden, I’m wanting to open my robe and stick his face in between my tits.

 

My smart watch buzzes on my wrist to tell me I have a notification. Without trying to be rude, I flick my wrist to read it.

 

UNKNOWN: i expect my money by four today. Every min you are late is another hundo.

 

Fucking awesome! I forgot that today was their pay week and now I’m going to be getting threatening texts and emails all day.

 

“I, uh, I guess?” I question and look at Duke for reassurance.

 

He wraps his hand around my waist and leads us to his dressing room. I’m still pissed that his room is bigger than mine when I have been in more films than he had. But his agent is a pit bull who attacks the production company and he’s able to get whatever he wants.

 

Once inside the dressing room, there’s photos of Duke and I hooking up all over and I see Caleb flinch a little as his eyes fall on them. I’m wanting to demand he tell me what his problem is, but I don’t know how to do it.

 

Duke sits on his couch and I sit in the chair that was tucked into the vanity. Once Caleb sits I question him. “What’s going on?” I ask and feel nervous.

 

“Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this… but… I actually came here because I had Charlotte Bright stop by with a file.”

 

Charlotte fucking Bright. “What did that fucking whore want?” I question and lean over to the mini fridge for a water.

 

“Isn’t that the bitch who tried to get into a video with me?” Duke questions and then throws his head back in laughter. “That chick is horrible! What did she want?”

 

Caleb throws the file down and I lean over to pick it up. When I do, I feel the fabric of my robe slide over my skin and feel the air hit the mounds of my tits. Nervously, I look up and his eyes are right on my creamy skin that is showing.

 

Duke leans over and punches him in the arm. “Fuck you, man! You can’t just ogle her! She’s a fucking woman.”

 

I smile and then close my robe a little tighter. “What did she want?” I ask and then sit back down on the chair. While crossing my legs, I can’t help but do it a little suggestively. What is with this man and making me actually want to have sex with him without cameras?

 

“Apparently she wants to sue you for custody of her daughters. If I heard correctly, you are the guardian?” He slipped back into business speak and I couldn’t help my clench my inner muscles.

 

What is wrong with me?

 

“Yeah. I took over custody about three years ago after my brother died. She was addicted to cocaine and tried to sell them for her next fix. Is she seriously about to fucking take them from me?” I growl out and throw the file down.

 

“Uh,” he looks around and then at Duke. “Do you mind giving us a minute?”

 

Duke shakes his head and stands up to come towards me. The room isn’t too big but it’s big enough to fit some people in here. “Are you okay, my angel?”

 

I nod and then he looks over at Caleb. “You better not do anything stupid, man. She’s my coworker and I don’t need her upset about something like this.”

 

With that, he walks out the door and Caleb stands up to pick up the file. “Are you guys, uh, are you…?” He trails off without finishing his sentence.

 

I know what he wants to ask but I’m going to play with him a little. “Are we what?”

 

He looks at the door and then at the folder. “Together? He didn’t mention anything about you guys dating. I know about you from what he said about the filming.”

 

Before people would judge me regarding who my family is now they judge me because I’m a porn star, Honestly, I’m used to it but it still isn’t fair.

 

My phone buzzes again to signal another text. Fuck. I have to drop this money off before it's too late.

 

This is great! “Would there be a problem if we were dating?” I know and Duke knows that we would never be together. We sleep together for money and because we have great chemistry on camera but there’s nothing else. Yeah, I’m fishing. I want to see if he’s attracted to me like I’m attracted to him.

 

Caleb has some powerful hands and when he reaches behind him to undo his ponytail, all of that thick hair comes tumbling down. My fingers itch and burn to play with it. It looks so soft and hot at the same time.

 

“No, there wouldn’t be. I just wanted to know. You’re a beautiful woman.”

 

I hate being told that. “Looks fade. What did you want to talk about, Caleb? I have to pick up my nieces.” Being told that I’m pretty has always made me uncomfortable. Stemming from when I was a little girl, my dad’s friends would always say what a looker I was and will be. Plus, my brother’s friends used to raid my room and steal my underwear.

 

At fifteen, I had developed into a Pin-Up body. My chest was perky and large with my waist indented. My ass had a little jiggle, but many people still liked it. I used to hate it when people would look at me as if I’m so object.

 

“God damn it, I’m doing this all wrong,” he mutters and then stands up. Before I could ask what the hell he was talking about, he came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. “I never come off this strong and I’m sorry. I have never met anyone as beautiful as you and it’s fucking making me stupid. Forgive me?”

 

I nod and relish the weight of his hands. “What did you want to talk about?”

 

He lets me go and I shiver from the lack of heat from his hands. “Charlotte is trying to sue you for custody. Do you know anything about that?”

 

I jump out of my chair and pick up the folder. “Are you fucking kidding me? She had her chance to be a mother but she left when things got too tough! No! She’s not taking Jayla and Jenna from me! I won’t allow it!”

 

He calmly places his hand on my back and leads me towards the couch. Once we’re there, he sits down and I sit down next to him. Without even realizing it, he has me cuddled against his side. “I won’t let them take your nieces, angel. Don’t worry.”

 

Suddenly something became very clear. “Wait! You are her lawyer. You probably shouldn’t be talking to me. Isn’t that like breach of contract or something? Plus, why would you help me?”

 

CALEB

 

And that’s the real question. Why would I help Sinclair ?

 

With her cuddled up to my side, I run my hand down her arm and she shivers against me. “Because you seem like you are worth helping. Angel, I’m not representing her. As far as anyone knows, I’m not a part of this case at all. Do you have a lawyer?”

 

The hard part about this whole thing is the fact that she’s a porn star. No judge is going to grant custody to a woman who is in this industry and it sucks. I’m sure she’s a better parent to the girls than Charlotte.

 

She shrugs and begins to get up. My body is instantly missing the heat from hers. “Not one on retainer anymore. Are you offering your services?” Her question came out a little husky and  my dick jumped to attention.

 

“I don’t know, it will cost you.” I cross my left ankle over my right knee and put a pillow over my dick to hide my erection.

 

Sinclair ’s sea green eyes light up with mischief. “And what will it cost me? You want one of my videos?” I could tell she is trying to gauge my reaction to her being in porn but I’m not going to do that. I don’t know her well enough to even touch that one.

 

“Uh, I’m thinking…”

 

Duke busts in the door and points at me: “Don’t ask my coworker out. She’s too good for your dumb ass.”

 

“Ouch, asshole!” I yell and wave my hand in the air. “Don’t you have someone else to insult?”

 

He comes into the room and wraps his arms around Sinclair . Once she’s secured, he picks her up and she wraps her legs around his waist. “See, you can’t compete with that,” he says with a cocky ass grin.

 

With that, I get up and walk out the door. I’m not competing with my best bro over something like this. I can’t and I won’t win. Especially since they have history together. Before I leave, I shimmy a card out of my wallet and slip it in the door crack.

 

SINCLAIR

 

What the hell just happened? Were these two seriously competing over me? I would like to say no, but I honestly don’t know. Duke’s dick is getting hard and I feel it nudge my clit. “What the fuck are you doing?” I holler and clamber out of his arms.

 

“Just getting ready for our shoot soon. Are you ready?”

 

Duke and I are in a scene together titled Sinclair Loves Mike Rock, which is his porn name. Luckily for me, my parents had picked a slutty name so I didn’t have to change it. Oh well.

 

“Oh, shit, that’s today, isn’t it? All right. Let’s go. I’m hoping we can get it done in one take.”

 

I need to pick up Jayla and Jenna from Angela’s in a couple of hours so we will have to be quick.

 

“Go and change into the nurse costume and I will meet you on set.”

 

Following orders, I walk the few feet into my own room and shrug off my robe. Once alone, I look at myself in the mirror and trace my fingers down the panes of my body. I didn’t realize what I was missing until Caleb’s eyes were on me and now I know.

 

I’m missing being someone to somebody. It’s weird because I know that so many men jerk off to my videos, but I miss being the only one to one person. It’s lonely at the top.

 

*

 

Now clad in my nurse’s outfit, I walk out of my room and onto the set. It’s dressed like a hospital with Duke’s hospital gown on a gurney and the lights are fluorescently bright. I take in the scene and then try to get myself into the mood more.

 

“Here’s our star! Are you ready to beat out the other actresses and win a Adult Film Star?” Graham says. He’s the director and I have worked with him countless times. When you think of a porn director, you think of a fat guy with hair all over his body, am I right? That’s not him. Graham is gorgeous and I’m positive he knows this.

 

He’s about six feet three with thick wavy blond hair and piercing green eyes that could make a nun say “fuck it.” His muscles are well pronounced and he speaks in perfect English. He should be in front of the camera instead of behind it but his dad is an owner of the company.

 

Much better than Jim. That fucking asshole.

 

He’s also one of the only people here who know about my family. It's not as if I’m afraid for people to know I’m a princess of the MC, I don’t want people holding it against me.

 

Plus, I have a degree now which is something I never would have gotten if I stayed with Hulk. If I stayed with the man I loved. The man that broke me.

 

To show off, I do a little spin in front of him. “Yeah, I will win that award and you will get Best Producer! We can be the king and queen of the event.” I say it half joking but I’m surprised when I think about Caleb.

 

Duke is sprawled out of gurney wearing one of those fake hospital gowns and he’s got socks on. He’s weird about his feet and I won’t ever understand why he doesn’t like his feet. Maybe it’s a mommy issue. 

 

He holds his hand out for me to grab and I align myself up to him to grab his hand. With his hand in mine he pulls me closer and whispers the words he says to me every shoot. “It’s just you and me, baby. No one else in here. Pay attention to me and we will get this take down in one take. All right?” He nods and pulls me closer. “You got me?”

 

I nod and lean in to kiss him. “Let’s make Graham get a boner again like last time.” Graham got so hard during our last shoot and it was funny how he looked like he had a kick stand in his pants. Of course, it made it hard to not laugh during the whole thing, but it is what it is.

 

“Come on, you assholes! She was giving you some award winning head! With her ass in the air and her pussy lips cleavage out! I am a fucking man here.”

 

“You’re a perv!” Duke shouts and I laugh harder. “Let’s get it on.”

 

I push on his shoulder and shake my tits in his face. “Certainly, Mr. Rock.” I wink and walk to the fake door for the hospital.

 

“Quiet on the set!” Everyone shut their mouths and Graham yelled: “Let’s film!”

 

Just to get Graham shocked and to stop bitching, I moon him and shake my ass in his peripheral vision. “One of these days, Sinclair, I’m gonna fuck that sweet little ass and you aren’t gonna be walking straight!” He whispered in my ear and I’m pissed at myself because I saw Caleb’s face in my mind’s eye.

 

I shivered and focused on the set. I felt my arousal pool in my skimpy panties and I clenched my thighs together tighter. “Rolling!”

 

With that, I grabbed my fake clipboard and fluffed my hair to walk into the fake room. “Mr. Rock, how are you feeling today?” I asked demurely and tittered on my heels to show that I find him attractive. “Oh my,” I whisper loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

 

“I’m not feeling too good, Nurse Price. I think I may have a temperature or something,” he says weakly and places his hand on his head then winces.

 

“Let me check,” I place my hand on his forehead and then gasp. “Holy moly! You’re burning up! We need to get you to cool down.”

 

Duke adjusts himself in the bed and then reaches for my elbow. “Help me, Nurse Price. I’m feeling so ill!”

 

I pull him up by his shoulders and reach behind his back to undo the gown. “We should give you a sponge bath. It will help you cool down,” I say authoritatively.

 

I grab a sponge next to me and dip it in a bowl as he rids himself of the gown. With the sponge wet, I rub it on his chest and the water cascades down his chest. “Does it feel good?” I ask and continue to do it.

 

Duke does a voluntary hip thrust into the air and his rock hard dick is sticking straight out. “Nurse, there’s something wrong with my cock. It’s so hot. You have to feel it!”

 

He grabs my hand and sticks it on his shaft with the sponge. Once my hand is on it with the sponge, he rips the sponge out of my hand and says: “The sponge is heating me up even more.”

 

“Let me rub you and maybe you will cool down.” I wrap my hand around his width and start to stroke him. My hand shuttles up and down and he closes his eyes. “That’s it, go ahead and fall asleep. Let me cool you down.”

 

“You know what would really cool me down?” He asks through his slanted eyes. Duke’s facial hair is shaggy today but his chops look good. The man is sexier than shit.

 

“Tell me how to make you feel better,” I say and focus on stroking him.

 

He grunts and thrusts his hips up and makes my hand hit the hard muscle of his pubic bone. “I heard several doctors talk about how the mouth would help cool down people. Maybe you should try that.”

 

I smile and look at his dick. “That’s a good idea, Mr. Rock. Or should we call you, Mr. Rock Hard?” I lower my mouth and enveloped him with my lips. Once he passed my teeth, I took him into the back of my throat.

 

“Good job, Sinclair! Now look at him and spit on it!”

 

I smile to myself and then look up at Duke: “Are you cooling off?” I spit on the tip and then lick around his head.

 

*

 

The end of the shoot ends the same way, I take a load of come in my face and then I lick my lips. As a porn star, you would think I like taking come shots. It’s the opposite, I hate it. I hate the taste of come and I hate that part of this.

 

But, I gotta pay the bills.

 

When I’m done with a shoot, I always feel strangely disconnected with my body. It’s almost as if I’m not here and am having an outer body experience. I don’t find these fun and I find them scary as fuck. I can’t keep doing that, but I’m twenty-two and have to get in all of my videos before I’m too old to be on film. No one wants to watch Grandmas Gone Wild!

 

My phone is ringing when I get back into my dressing room and the screen flashes. I already know who it is before I answer it. It’s the same call every Friday of pay day and it’s the call for collections.

 

Without providing a greeting, I answer the phone: “Yeah, I know. You’ll get your money tonight at the same place.”

 

“Good, would hate to have to stop by and see you and the girls. You know how much I love visits.” The voice sounds older than normal almost like a smoker.

 

“Yeah, what a burden. You’ll get your money.” I hang up before he can say anything more and then immediately walk over to the wall on the far right. After feeling down the bricks, I feel the indented one. Careful not to break a nail, I pull the brick out and grab the bag of money.

 

Inside the bag, is a substantial amount of money. Probably over a hundred thousand dollars. I was raised by great grandparents for a majority of my childhood and they didn’t trust banks. So in return, I don’t trust banks and I’m not allowing him to get his hands on my money.

 

My dad was in and out of jail for some bull shit reason and I had stayed with my great grandparents from time to time. It was nice for what it was but I would have liked having my mother home more. She got caught up in the biker’s lifestyle as well as my dad and spent most of her time drinking and sniffing thin white lines.

 

After the first video’s profits started to come in, I was rewarded with five thousand dollars. The payroll at White Hot Productions gave me a check and I all but skipped down to the bank. But, it was the next day that I went down there to pull out enough cash to put down on a deposit for an apartment, that I realized all of my money was gone.

 

Right after bursting in tears in the middle of the bank, I ran back down to WHP and asked for a new one. The payroll lady must have sensed my desperation, because she left and then came back twenty minutes later with it in cash. She held my hand and said: “Baby girl, I don’t know who you pissed off, but I got you. You will get your paycheck in cash at the end of the month. I will write you a fake check and as long as you don’t deposit it, I will keep up my end.”

 

To this day, she still delivers it to me as she leaves the studio. Jane and I have become good friends and she’s actually been over to my house a few times.

 

We never found out who stole my money, but I have a feeling I know who did it.

 

And I won’t forget it.

 

It’s the same person who raped me in the back of the taxi the day I found out Thorn was killed and Hulk was sent to prison.

 

Everything had happened so quickly and I needed an exit strategy in case something happened to me, my girls would be taken care of.

 

HULK

 

The one thing I won’t be missing about prison is the fucking stench. The whole place smells like dirty fuckin’ asshole and jizz. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here in a week and then I can go and get Sinclair back.

 

I bet the stubborn woman thought I forgot all about her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s all I’ve been thinking of for the past few years and I can’t wait to tell her how sorry I am for everything.

 

How sorry I am for her brother’s death, for being locked up… For not being there for her.

 

Prison is a horrible fuckin’ place that I hope to never have to go to again but I did what I had to do for my brothers. I took one for the brotherhood and sacrificed three years for it. For three years, I have been locked in a cage waiting to come out.

 

“How much longer you got, Hulk?” Priest asks me as he leans out of his cell.

 

Priest has been in prison for a little over ten years when a drug raid went bad. He’s in another MC who did a takeover of a different club but the cops raided it and locked him up. The asshole actually stopped running out the door to grab some heroin.

 

I shrug at him trying to hide my excitement. I don’t want the old man to get all judgemental on me when I bounce out of here. “A while, man,” I whistle out, leaning against my own cell door.

 

He shakes his head. “Lucky fuckin’ bastard. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ out!”

 

“Ouch, man. I thought we were friends,” I chide him jokingly. I know he’s jealous and I’m not going to hold it against him because I would be jealous if it were vice versa.

 

“You ever find out who killed your brother?” He asks me with his eyebrow raised.

 

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Nah. Not yet.”

 

Priest chuckles. “Does your girl know that you’re in for her brother’s murder?”

 

My head snaps back. Yeah, I know the rumor about my heavy sentence but no one has come right out and asked me that. No one has asked me if I killed Thorn. Fuck, I don’t think anyone is ballsy enough to ask me if I did it.

 

“No.”

 

“Woods!” A corrections officer hollers.

 

I look over at him with zero respect. The mother fucker peddles more drugs in here than the Cartels do. I swear, the guy does so much drugs he forgets so much shit.

 

CALEB

 

I am in the process of waiting for Duke at the restaurant that we agreed to meet at. Being at work proved that I wasn’t going to get shit done and I left shortly after I came back from WHP.

 

Why the hell am I thinking about the blonde haired angel that is a porn queen? Seriously? Why the fuck am I so consumed by her that her face flashes before my eyes when I close them? Oh god, I have become a fucking chick.

 

I already know that when Duke gets here, I’m probably going to ask some questions about Sinclair as much as I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I want to know all there is to know about her, but I don’t need to listen to Duke’s shit about it. He’s talked about Sinclair for years and I never even cared. Why do I need to meet some porn queen that sucks my best friend’s dick on camera for money?

 

The answer: I didn’t.

 

And now that I have, I’m pissed as hell at myself.

 

While waiting, I Google Sinclair Price and am met with so many different pictures of her. There are some with her topless, and let me tell you, I feel the indentation of my zipper on my shaft from that. Her tits are perfectly round with little pink nipples that are begging for my tongue. I scroll down further and see a couple of promotional shots of them kissing and him grabbing her tits.

 

My mouth waters at the thought of getting my tongue and fingers on her tits.

 

“Hey, fuck tard! I knew you had a thing for me, but you didn’t need to Google me!” Duke says as he slides into the chair across from me. He signals for the bartender and she comes over.

 

If I’m not mistaken, she’s just fluffed her tits out so they are sticking out for him. “Hey, love. What can I get for you?” She purrs and then leans over in front of Duke.

 

I’m used to this kind of behavior because he’s Duke. And I’m used to him telling them that he’s still married. Even though he’s divorced. Apparently, he’s tired of being used for his connections with the porn industry and he’s not interested in settling down.

 

“Hey,” he leans over and reads her name tag, “Tori. I want a bottle of Labatts and get my friend over here a refill.”

 

Tori has big brown eyes and some curly black hair but I don’t find her the least bit attractive. To be honest, she looks really fake to me. Her waist is dramatically indented and looks even more overproduced with her tits hanging out. “Oh, sorry, hun. Didn’t see you there.”

 

“You did, because you just were over here getting my drink order,” I reply and then wave my hand in her face. “Go on, and get our refills. Thanks, Tori.”

 

She huffs and struts off to the bar and Duke throws his head back in a laugh. “I bet she’s going to spit in our drinks.”

 

I shake my head and watch all of her movements to ensure that doesn’t happen. “Naw, she’s not that fucking stupid.”

 

Little does Miss Attitude know, I own this bar. It’s true. Part of my settlement from my dad’s death was giving me this bar. I love it but I don’t do too much with it. I cut the checks and hire people to take care of it. After two years, I still can’t step foot behind the bar but I’m glad to see it’s producing a profit for me.

 

Bella’s on Main is the only bar and restaurant that serves food on the strip. I changed some of the concepts inside though and made it more of a business casual place. The booths are circular with red table tops and black cushioned benches on the back. The bar is shaped like a horseshoe with four stations for the bartenders to serve along with a kitchen that is state of the art.

 

Part of competition is to make sure that we are competing with the others in state of the art food. The part that’s hard on me, is to okay dishes that I don’t turn much of a profit for. Food prices have gone up and people are not making as much as they used. My goal is to not break the customers but to make sure they have a good time when they come in.

 

“Let’s hope not,” he replies and then checks out her ass as she stalks to the other side of the bar. “She’s kinda hot.”

 

I roll my eyes and scoff. “Yeah right. Like you would do anything. She’s a fucking kid compared to what you’re used to.” I am making a reference to his other life. The one that he engages in when he’s not shooting.

 

He shrugs and then turns to face me. “Let’s talk about you, man. When was the last time you got some pussy?”

 

I always forget how vulgar Duke is. “Jack ass, you’re so vulgar!” I tsk at him and then turn my attention to Tori as she sets our drinks down.

 

“Uh, you owe,” she pulls out her pad of paper and faces me, “$12 and yours is on the house.” She directs the last bit towards Duke.

I watch as he bursts out laughing. She has the audacity to look shocked but he pulls out a twenty and sticks it on her tray.

 

He must have had his wallet handy, because I didn’t even see him dig for it. “Listen, love, charge me for my drink. Keep the change.”

 

Tori sits down on Duke’s lap and wraps her arms around his shoulders. The bastard isn’t encouraging it which is nice because I’m about to wreck this girl. He points at me and looks at Tori. “Do you know who he is?”

 

“Your douchebag friend?” Is her reply.

 

I shake my head and down my drink. “Ron!” I holler and the older man that runs the operations for me walks out.

 

“Mr. Benson! How are you?” His English accent has faded more since I last talked to him and he pats my shoulder. Ron is tall and a little on the chunky side but he’s dealing with a lot with his kid running with the wrong crowd.

 

I point at Tori and she looks at me with confusion. “Want to tell Ron what you just called me?” I ask and clink the ice in my drink. Duke chuckles and slides her off. Once she’s standing in front of Ron he tucks himself and the chair into the table. I find this funny since it’s his way of telling her that she’s fucked and not because he’s going to be doing the fucking.

 

“Uh…”

 

“What did you call the owner of this bar?” Ron asks and crosses his arms.

 

“Fuck.”

 

Deciding that I’m done with this I point to her and say: “I’m Caleb Benson, the owner. You sitting on customer’s laps and giving free drinks away are done. If I hear you doing it again, I’m going to throw you out on your ass.” My finger then drops to my drink. “I need another refill. And don’t overcharge me this time. I know how expensive those drinks are.”

 

She huffs and then stomps over to the bar. Ron pats me on the shoulder and walks over to her angrily. He carries my drink to me and shrugs before going back to his office. This whole time, Duke and I are quiet as we watch this transpire.

 

“Well, since you provided the show, I guess I should pay for dinner,” Duke says as he swallows the rest of his beer.

 

“Nah. Actually, can we talk about-”

 

Duke cuts me off and shakes head. “No way, kimosabe! We are not talking about Sinclair .”

 

I hold my hands in the air like I’m surrendering. “Are you dating her?”

 

He shakes his head and then signals to Tori for another refill for him. “No, I’m not. But… there’s a lot going on in her life and she…” He shakes his head again and then shrugs. “Look, there’s a lot more to her then you know. It’s just best if you don’t try. Plus, aren’t you m-”

 

“Fuck off.”

 

*

 

That night, I lay in bed and consider my options. Duke says to leave her alone, but let’s be honest here. I’m a lawyer and not a person who likes to be ordered around. Sinclair is gorgeous and I think she finds me attractive as well. Hopefully.

 

As I orchestrate a plan, it turns out that fate has other plans for me. It turns out that they are going to bring her to me. Just not in the way that I expected.

 

SINCLAIR

 

I drop the money off at the same spot as usual on my way to pick up the twins. I hate that I have to live such a secret life but I don’t want anything more to hurt the girls. They have enough shit. Especially with their mom trying to take them back.

 

My brother dying.

 

Getting two hyped up girls to bed after their school’s Christmas party is not fun.

 

“Come on, little ladies. Let’s go!” I beg to the hyper twins who are running around the house pretending to be lady bugs. This is done with them flapping their arms and making “zoom” noises. If I wasn’t so tired from being a chaperone to their party, I would think this was cute.

 

“Ah!” Jayla yells and then tackles Jenna. “Gotcha again!”

 

I fling myself onto my couch and throw my arm over my eyes. I give up.

 

Today has been nonstop and I shot a whole scene with Mark today. He’s another actor who is famous for his bossy behavior in bed. Mark is about my height but blond and light featured. It’s like day and night comparing Duke to Mark but it’s money.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I love Duke. But I would rather have sex with Mark. It’s more natural and I don’t have to try to get out of my head as much. Plus, Mark loves to lick pussy so it’s a win-win for me. I’m all about that!

 

The thing about Mark is that our sexual chemistry isn’t as strong and he tries to be romantic. Even without the camera on us, I have to keep telling him to not call me pet names or asking me out. We work together and it’s annoying. Plus, WHP frowns upon this. It causes too many problems with the actors and actresses.

 

“Zoom!” Jayla yells as she runs past my slumped body and then jumps on me. “Aunt Sin! Zoom with us!”

 

“Too much sugar for you! Do I need to sell you for labor?” I mock her and grab her by her hips. Her long hair flies past my face and she giggles. Once she’s on my lap, I tickle her.

 

She shakes her head and then calls over for her twin. “Jenna! She’s going to sell us!”

 

Jenna is like a tornado as she runs over and jumps on me as well. She lands on my legs and tries to wrestle Jayla out of my arms. “No! We are too cute.”

 

The little brat actually pouts.

 

Exhausted from my day, I stand up from the couch and both girls fall onto the couch. “All right, girls. Settle down and watch the movie. I will get you your bedtime snack.”

 

Walking to the kitchen, I pick up their back packs off the floor and set them in a chair next to the counter. Going into the fridge, I grab the package of strawberries and open them. Once they are rinsed, I place them in a bowl and then sprinkle some light splenda on top. I don’t like it when the girls eat a bunch of junk so their bedtime snack is always fruits or veggies.

 

Both of them are sprawled out on the couch and laying on each other. It’s cute because they are holding hands and are sleeping on each other. I love to watch them sleep. They just look so peaceful and happy. It makes me feel as if I’m doing something right with raising them.

 

I take the snack back to the kitchen and cover it with tin foil. I will just have them eat it in the morning.

 

Sleeping alone is always the hardest.

 

“Shush, baby. You want everyone to hear me fuckin’ you with my fingers?” James whispers against my ear with his fingers deep in my pussy.

 

Every one of the brothers have settled down for the night around the campfire with either a lady or a beer. James isn’t left out of this equation. He’s got his hand up my skirt and his other hand is wrapped around the beer bottle.

 

The mother fucker is even having a conversation with Elvis while I’m biting my lip to keep from moaning.

 

He shuttles his fingers up and around my pussy to the point where I’m about to fucking come. His thumb is rubbing little forceful circles around my clit too.

 

“Yeah, we got that run tomorrow,” Elvis mutters and chugs the rest of his beer. “Man, I need to find some pussy stat!”

 

I nod my head to act like I’m engaged in the conversation but I’m trying to not moan. I don’t need to get my dad or Gabe over here.

 

“I need you to come, baby. Come on my fingers so I can get you good and loose so I can fuck ya.”

 

Hearing him talk dirty to me has me coming hard and fast. The crest of my orgasm pushes through me and my pussy muscles clench around his fingers.

 

“That’s a good girl. It makes you so horny that I could fuck you and have the brothers right here. You love knowing how dirty you are.”

 

I nod. “Yes!”

 

I’m not even finished coming when he pulls his fingers out of me and lifts me on his lap. He does it effortlessly without making a big show out of it. James has told me before that he loves fucking in public because it turns him on.

 

His zipper is cold against my ass but I don’t do anything to show my discomfort. No, I can’t wait for him to stick his big dick in me.

 

“You ready? You ready to feel me?” He murmurs against my ear.

 

Moving my ass around, I finally catch his dick with my pussy hole. Carefully, we do a slow grind together. It's a slow, dirty dance but I love feeling him. He’s so fucking good in bed.

 

His hands guide me up and down in a filthy dance that only we know. I love it.

 

I lean my head back against his chest with my face in his neck to hide my pleasure. The man does some crazy fucking shit to me but I can’t help it. I can’t help but want more.

 

As usual, when I dream about James, er- Hulk, I wake up with my fingers buried in my pussy. Never fucking fails. It's been three years and I still have dreams about him. When will it end?

 

*

 

Since Jayla and Jenna are on Winter Break, I don’t have to wake up as early. It’s nice in the sense that I get to sleep in but it’s harder to get them up. Jenna is feisty when she gets woken up before she’s ready. One time she kicked me in my chest. It shocked the hell out of me.

 

While they are still sleeping, I jump out of bed and throw on some work out clothes. I like to work out before they wake up so I don’t get interrupted. Once my tennis shoes are laced up, I trot down the stairs and continue that pace while I grab a water from the fridge.

 

I’m dripping with sweat by the time I step off the ARC machine. It’s this fancy cardio machine that is like a stair stepper and an elliptical all in one. If you haven’t tried one, highly recommend it. Guarantee to kick your ass.

 

I hear the pitter patter of little feet and know that my adult time has been interrupted. After shutting off the television that I was watching, I grab my phone and the keys to lock up the room. I trust the twins but I get nervous about them being in here without me. There is too many things that could go wrong and could be essentially dangerous.

 

I lock the door behind me and am met by the twin-nadoes as they come flying at me. “It’s break time! We want sticky buns!” Jayla says as she climbs up me and wraps her arm around my neck.

 

“You are a sticky bun!” I holler as I detach myself from her grasp. I swear, she’s like an octopus with how many arms I feel grabbing me. “If I make you sticky buns, you are eating fruit for your snacks. Got me?”

 

I hear a chorus of “ahs” and then I hear: “Fine, Aunt Sin!”

 

I walk over to the kitchen and start pulling out the stuff to make it. Yeah, I don’t bake homemade stuff so I grab the Pillsbury kind and divide them up. After I throw it in the oven, I hear someone knocking on the door.

 

While walking to the door, I grab my robe and throw it on. I’m still in my work out clothes and I don’t feel like flashing whomever is there. It’s not as if it’s super risque but, it is kind of. Just clad in a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra, I feel weird answering the door like this.

 

“All right, little ladies, sit down on the table and grab your work books while your breakfast is cooking.”

 

“Do we have to?” Jayla asks and pouts.

 

I nod and point to the books. “Yes, it won’t take you very long so get it done.”

 

Jenna lets out a huff and grabs her book. “Fine, but after we are watching Frozen!”

 

One of these days, I’m going to break that damn DVD.

 

Do you want to build a snowman?

 

Fuck my life.

 

There’s the knock again and I shuffle over to open it. I look through the peephole and see a man that is dressed in a delivery outfit. Quickly, I rack my brain to see if I remember ordering something online, but I didn’t.  I peek through and say: “Hello?”

 

“Sinclair Mendoza?” I nod and then he says: “You’ve been served.”

 

I grab the packet of papers that he is holding over and slam the door in his face. That bitch is suing me for custody! I can’t believe it!

Knowing that I’m supposed to be at work soon, I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. My fingers fly over the buttons at I text Duke. I’m not in the mood to be around anyone, I’m so worried that the bitch is going to take my girls. I can’t live without them. It won’t work for me.

 

ME: Sorry, have to resched. Emergency.

 

DUKE: everything all right?

 

ME: no.

 

DUKE: what happened?

 

DUKE: Sinclair?

 

DUKE: hello?????

 

I couldn’t even bring myself to type out what happened. I don’t respond and then I hear the buzzer go off for the sticky buns. “Girls, go ahead and stop what you are doing. Come eat with me.”

 

CALEB

 

Flicking through the contacts on my phone, I consider calling Pam. She’s a woman I used to date before I got married.

 

My finger hovers over her name but I can’t bring myself to hit her icon. There is just this awful feeling in my gut. After my wife died, I didn’t even jack off for a year and haven’t had sex in two. I feel as if I’m cheating on her which is fucking stupid.

 

I pull up the internet and type in one of my favorite porn sites. Out of curiosity, I type in Sinclair Price and my dick jumps to full attention as her picture takes over my phone. She’s in a photo on her website with her hands holding her tits up and a sassy smile on her lips. My dick is begging for a squeeze so I reach into my pants and give it what it wants.

 

Should I click on the video? Quickly, I make sure it’s not fucking Duke and Sinclair because that is just too much. I click on the link and the video is buffering. Once it’s on que, she starts talking.

 

“Hello, daddy,” she murmurs and pumps her lips up.

 

“Have you been a good girl?” A voice in the background asks but doesn’t show his face yet.

 

Sinclair smiles and nods. Her body is bent in perfect submission and I want her to be in that position with me. “Yes, I have.”

 

“Crawl over here and give me your sexy little mouth.”

 

Sinclair gives him a little smile and follows the directions. My eyes are transfixed as the camera moves to shoot the angle of her ass. From behind, I watch as the man shoves a dick in her face and she licks her lips before wrapping them around the head. In my mind, I am able to pretend it’s me and I love it.

 

“Little girl, open your mouth and let me see your little tongue.”

 

She obeys immediately and her tongue licks along her lips. I watch as she wiggles it and then slides it back into her mouth. “Can I continue to suck your dick?”

 

I watch the whole thing before I allow myself to come. I was caught up in her. Everything that she said and did, I felt my body yearn for her. How can she have this power over me? It doesn’t seem fair. Before I could stop it, I felt the hot jets of my come fill up the tip of my hand. After a good three thrusts, I’m satisfied that I have finished and exit out of the video.

 

Sinclair is so beautiful. Yeah, she’s a fucking porn star so she has to be. But there is something more and I’m dying to find out what it is.

 

*

I am awoken by my insistent phone ringing by head on my bed. It’s loud and it’s just of beeps so it doesn’t bother too many people. I hate being in public places and those fucking teenagers have some loud song as their ring tone. It’s rude and annoying.

 

With a grunt, I stab my finger at the button to answer the phone. “Yeah?”

 

There’s a breathy intake on the other end of the phone and then I hear: “Is this Caleb Benson?”

 

I know without a shadow of a doubt that Sinclair is on the phone with me. Hell, I watched two more of her videos yesterday and now my hand hurts from jackin’ my dick like I’m thirteen again. “Who’s asking?”

 

“Look, this is super creepy, but I’m Sinclair Mendoza. Duke’s… uh, coworker. I managed to get him to give me your number. I need your help.”

 

Just because I’m an asshole, I stop and pretend I’m thinking about who she is. “Uh, Sinclair …?”

 

That breathy intake happens again and I know I’ve made her nervous. “Oh my god. This is so embarrassing. Never mind.”

 

Click.

 

It took me about thirty seconds to realize that she fucking hung up on me and I don’t blame her. I pretended that I didn’t know who she was even though I thought about her all last night. Hell, I jacked off to her so many times last night. I’m an asshole.

 

A minute later my phone rang and I picked it up without answering it. “Hey, I’m sorry.”

 

“You fucking should be.”

 

“Duke?” I took the phone away from my ear and read the name on the caller Id.

 

“Yeah, it’s fucking me. I told her that this was a bad idea but she told me that she was comfortable with your dumb ass. I should have known.”

 

I take a deep breath and prepare for Duke’s Spanish Inquisition. Which is funny because he’s Middle Eastern. “Look, I didn’t want her to know that I was thinking about her all yesterday. I know it was a dick move.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them.

 

He takes a deep breath and then says: “You aren’t going to hook up with her. I’m not allowing it. The both of you are too fucked up for that. And I’m not allowing my best bud to sleep with my favorite co-worker.”

 

“Why, does she suck dick that good?”

 

“You are a fucking asshole. I’m going to kick your ass.”

 

Shit, did I say that out loud?

 

“You are going to fix this and if you don’t- so help me, Caleb. She needs your help. That bitch, Charlotte, is trying to take custody of her girls and if she does… Those twins were born addicted to cocaine. Sinclair had to spend all of her savings to get them help.”

 

Now I feel even worse. “Where does she live?”

 

Forty-five minutes later, I’m in my car driving down to Sinclair ’s house. I stopped and picked up the most gorgeous flowers that the store had and stopped at the American Girl Doll Store. I knew the two had brown hair so I got them different dolls that each had brown hair with brown eyes. In order to prove that I’m not such an ass, I got them each two outfits for the dolls.

 

I spent close to five hundred dollars on all of this, but it was worth it.

 

Soon, I find myself in the driveway of her house and I can’t help thinking how normal it looks. I’m a dick to even think that there would be something that screamed Queen of Porn on her house, but I did think that way. Her house looks like a doll house with pink flowers that lead up to the door and lattice designs for shutters. There are two bikes that are resting against her tan garage door and they each have streamers that are coming out of the handles.

 

It’s obvious that girls live here.

 

I won’t lie to you when I say it makes me feel good that I’m showing up at her house like this unannounced. All I need is for her to have a secret husband or boyfriend and then get a punch in my face. Hell, a woman like Sinclair probably has tons of admirers, and I’m joining in the masses.

 

I climb out of my car and go to the trunk to grab the boxes from the American Doll Store. They’re big enough to need both hands but the clothes are wrapped in little white boxes with red ribbons on them. I did some creepy detective work and found out that their names are Jayla and Jenna so each of them have their names in perfect calligraphy on the boxes. I stack Sinclair's box of flowers on top of my arms and shut the trunk.

 

Carefully, I walk up the driveway and to her front door. Please don’t slam the door in my face. Oh my fucking god, I would flip out. Once I’m at her door, I set the boxes down and ring the door bell.

 

“Aunt Sin! Someone’s at the door!” I hear yelled by a little girl’s voice and then the patter of feet.

 

The door yanks open and a little girl with brown hair and brown eyes is staring up at me:  “Who are you?” A musical voice asks and I look down to see the cutest and sweetest little girl. I know that this must be one of the twins, but which is unknown.

 

I open my mouth to say that I’m a friend, but another girl comes up to the door. It’s the first one’s mirror. Identical down to the hair cut. It’s insane. “Hi. Are you a friend of our aunt’s?”

 

These two girls have just ran into my heart and I know that I will do what ever is in my power to make sure that they are happy and safe. “Hi, I’m-”

 

“Caleb.”

 

I look up to see the angry eyes of none other Sinclair . She looks breathtaking without any makeup on and her hair in that weird top knot that women wear. She’s stripped bare in sweats and all of the glamour from the videos that I watched. “Hi.”

 

She places both hands on each shoulder of the girls and tugs them away from the door. “Go and put on a movie and I will be in soon.”

 

“Frozen!” They both yelled and ran back into the house.

 

Sinclair places a hand on her forehead and shrug. “I’m so tired of that damn movie.”

 

I shrug because I’ve never seen it but I hear what Duke says about it with his daughter. I know that kids are fucking obsessed with it. “I don’t know the movie.”

 

“Be happy. It’s annoying.” She drops her hand and faces me with some steely eyes. “What are you doing here?”

 

While I lean down to pick up the boxes that are on the ground, I pick up the box of flowers first. “I came to apologize. Sinclair, I don’t know what it is about you… but… Eh, never mind. It’s hard to explain. I bought you these to apologize.”

 

SINCLAIR

 

When I didn’t hear Duke’s rich and thick voice I knew that it wasn’t him at the door. Plus, the girls weren’t screaming from being happy. They love Duke.

 

I take the flower box out of his arms and see the remaining boxes on the ground. “You didn’t have to do this. I can imagine that you are busy. I just need someone that I can trust to represent me and I thought you would be him. But it’s all right. Thank you but you didn’t have to do this,” I hand them back to him and he throws his hands up.

 

“Sweetheart, let me in to explain everything.”

 

Most guys call me random pet names but having him call me this makes me feel warm inside. It’s weird and totally unexpected. I step away from the door and he leans over to pick up the remaining boxes. I recognize the symbol on them but refuse to ask.

 

He went to The American Girl Doll Store. Shit. Is he trying to buy my girls?

 

I swallow the curiosity and step back for him to come in. “You didn’t have to do this…” I mumble behind him but he sets the boxes down on the couch and then comes towards me with his hands spread.

 

“I know. I wanted to.”

 

With my box in my hands, I walk through the entry to the kitchen and set them down. I shimmy off the top and am met with three dozen pink roses. They are in the perfect bloom where they are open but won’t die tomorrow. “Caleb, these are beautiful. Thank you.”

 

I take the time to unwrap them carefully and bring one to my nose to smell. “You looked like a pink rose person.”

 

“I am. These are my favorite flowers. How did you know?”

 

He begins helping me unwrap them and the act is domesticated yet sweet. It’s humbling to have him help me do this but at the same time, I get worried. This shouldn’t feel so good. I have been on my own for so long. For so long, I haven’t had help and now here he is helping me.

 

It's crazy how doing something normal makes me think of James. Once upon a time, I thought we would be doing this together. Being normal.

 

“Roses are a powerful yet delicate flower. They can weather the storm but will wilt if you squeeze too hard. Plus, pink is a feminine yet strong color. Many people underestimate the color but it’s an influential one.” He placed his hand on mine and I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. “They are you.”

 

My heart drops and cracks open for him to worm his way in. Fuck. “Why did you really come over? Did you talk to Duke?”

 

Caleb nods and squeezes my hand before removing his. “Yes. I can tell that you need the help and I looked at the files before I came here. Those poor girls.”

 

I wince at the thought of how messed up they were emotionally and mentally. “They are happy now. Don’t let all of that alter how you see them. They are normal six year old girls who love to play and argue with me.” I giggle when I say that.

 

“Do you need my help to win? I can beat Charlotte and her lawyer. I can make it so that she can’t ever come back on you like this again.”

 

I nod and then walk over to my china cabinet to grab a vase. Once it’s filled with water, I begin sticking all of the flowers in them. It’s a large vase that once held a humongous bouquet from Duke. I won’t mention that one though. “Yeah, it would be nice. But, this should go without saying… We have attorney/client confidence, right?”

 

He nods and helps me adjust the remaining flowers so that they fit in the vase better. “I won’t tell anyone what we talk about. Sinclair, yes, I’m friends with Duke, too, but I wouldn’t tell him shit.”

 

“Aunt Sin! There’s boxes on the couch! Can we open them?” I hear Jayla call and then I can hear them shaking the boxes.

 

“We better get in there,” I say to Caleb and then nod my head towards the living room. “Jayla and Jenna, quit and come meet my friend, Caleb.”

 

The girls come running into the room and stop in front of him. He leans down and shakes both their hands while they introduce themselves to him. He kisses both of their hands and then looks over at me. “Your aunt is very nice and I can tell you girls are going to beautiful like she is.”

 

I blush from head to toe and then say: “Thank you.”

 

“I got you girls something. Want to come look at them?” Both of my nieces nod their heads enthusiastically and run over to the boxes.

 

“Girls! Don’t touch them! Remember what I said about waiting?” I call after them and run to stop them from grabbing at what I can assume is dolls. Expensive dolls.

 

Caleb looks at me and then towards the boxes. “They each have their names on them. Uh, can they, uh…”

 

“Yeah, they can read. Jenna and Jay, read the tags and then sit on the floor, please. Open them on the floor.”

 

I sit in front of them on the couch and watch as they read the tags and then shuffle the boxes around so they each have the right ones. Caleb sits next to me on the couch with his arm wrapped around the back of the couch. I can’t help it, but I nestle up to his side like I did at the studio.

 

The top of the boxes fly off and then red wrapping paper flies off too. I hear twin gasps and screams as they each pick up their dolls. “You got them dolls? Caleb, that’s too expensive. Please let me pay you back.”

 

He shushes me and then picks up the other boxes and sits them in front of my squealing nieces. “These too, little ladies.”

 

He got them outfits? God damn.

 

More squeals and I watch as they move the clothes back and forth between them to see which ones they like the best. Before I can remind them, they each grab the dolls and tuck them close. Jenna is the first to jump off the floor and climb into Caleb’s lap.

 

“Thank you, thank you! Thank you!” She kisses him on the cheek and he blushes.

 

“No problem, honey. I’m glad you like her. She’s pretty just like you.”

 

Jenna kisses him again and then he is met with the next twin who jumps on his lap to kiss him on his cheek. “I love her. I will love her forever and ever! Thank you, Caleb. Can you stay the night?”

 

My cheeks rise to the highest temperature and I am afraid to pass out. I want him to stay but I’m worried that I won’t want him to leave after. Like ever. “No, honey. You know you can’t ask people to spend the night without asking me first.” I scold even though there is no heat behind it.

 

“But dinner, Aunt Sin. He can stay for dinner,” Jenna argues with me and wraps her arms around his neck tightly.

 

The little brat is totally trying to make me crazy. “Caleb, would you like to stay for dinner?” And then stay forever because you are so sexy?

 

“Yes, I would love to spend the evening with beautiful women.” He looks at me and winks. I about melt into his side.

 

“Girls, please take your dolls to your rooms and I will call you down in a little while to pour the sauce. I need to talk to Caleb.”

 

They both look at me like I’m psychotic but I point to the stairs for them to go. “Fine!” They both yell and then stomp up the stairs.

 

“Keep making those faces and your face will stay like that!” I call after them and they laugh. Once the doors are shut upstairs, I face Caleb and take a minute to regain my composure. “Please let me repay you. Those dolls are not cheap.”

 

He places a finger on my lips to shut me up and without my telling my teeth to do it, I nip at his finger. He growls and then sits back farther away from me. “Trust me when I say that I’m good for it. Now, do you want to tell me what’s going on with Charlotte.”

 

Retelling the whole sordid and awful story is the last thing that I want to do, but I know I need to do it in order for him to know what is happening. “My brother, Gabe, was involved in some bad stuff. Like he was dealing and selling some shit. When he got together with Charlotte, she dragged him in further. She was addicted to cocaine and meth. When she found out she was pregnant, we all thought she was going to stop doing all of that shit. Well, she didn’t. They broke up and we never heard from her again. Around that time, I left the club and got alienated.”

 

“I know that the babies up there were born addicted to cocaine,” he says quietly. “Okay, sweetheart. I know that she’s not good.” Caleb brushes the hair back on my face and then keeps his hand on the side of my cheek. Against my better judgement, I lean into it. It’s been a long time since I felt this pull.

 

“So, yeah. After my brother died, she left them alone for a week in their diapers and crib. With nothing to eat and they were so filthy that it took many baths to get them clean again. Charlotte doesn’t have what it takes to be a mom and I refuse to let her take them.”

 

“Aunt Sin!” Jayla yells over the stairs. “I’m hungry! Super hungry!”

 

I nod to Caleb and then get off the couch. Once I do, I feel his eyes on my ass and to be a tease, I bend over at the waist to stick my ass out more. I smile with satisfaction at the gasp he gave.

 

When I’m in the kitchen, he comes up behind me and brushes his hand on my ass. “You tease. I know what you did.”

 

“What are you talking about?” I ask as I squat down to get the saute pan and pot out for spaghetti.

 

It’s when I am restored to my full height, I feel him lean against me. “Don’t act like I’m the delusional one.”

 

I hum at this and then go about getting the stuff out to make pasta. We talk about the legal defense while I set about cooking. Things are so domestic as I cook and he sits at the island with a Scotch. It’s almost as if he belongs here and I really like it.

 

“So what are we going to do about this?” I ask as I pour the cooked pasta into the strainer and then rinse it. Once the steam has subsided, I pick up the strainer and pour the pasta back into the pot.

 

Caleb watches me while I do all of this with a smile on his face. It makes me feel good that he’s smiling like this. It makes me feel as if he wants me for something more than the noterity of banging a porn star.

 

He takes a sip and then smiles. “First, I would need all medical records for the girls. Every single one. I need to prove that you are a fit guardian by taking them to the every doctor they need. Also, I am going to need for them to sit with a psychologist and they will ask the twins questions about you and their mom. It’s going to be busy but we will get it done.”

 

“All right. I need to call the twin-nadoes down so they can pour the sauce on the noodles or I will never hear the end of it tonight.”

 

He starts laughing and before I can out to the girls, he is behind me and rubbing his hands on my waist. “What is it about you that makes it so hard for me to keep my hands off of you? Huh, Sinclair?” Caleb’s voice sounds rough like he ran three miles in a matter of seconds.

 

I push my ass into his groin and he groans. With my hands, I drop them to where he is holding me and I grip them. “It’s because you want what you shouldn’t have. You know we would be tragic right? Our romance would ruin everything?”

 

Normally, I’m not so negative but I know for a fact that anything that I start with him will ruin my world. Caleb has the magnetism of a game changer and I can’t have that right now. I need him as my lawyer and not as a man that will make me question everything. Hell, the girls don’t need their aunt to be going ga-ga over some guy.

 

“Says who?” He whispers against the back of my neck. His breath is hot and it sends goose-bumps up my arms. “Because I don’t think that.”

 

“Girls!” I call for my nieces in order to get me out of this situation. Being alone with him is bad. He’s my lawyer and the last thing I need is to get caught up in him. I could just imagine what everyone would say to him about me. Him being connected to a porn star would be career suicide for him.

 

And I'm also the princess of Masters Of Chaos MC.

 

He chuckles and backs away. “All right, I can take the hint. I will behave.”

 

Yeah, but I don’t think I can.

 

After I have served dinner, we are all sitting in the living room watching some stupid cartoon that has a yellow square as the main character. This is the most annoying television show ever and I’m beginning to see why parents all around hate it.

 

Jayla and Jenna are snuggled up between Caleb and I but they have their dolls with them. I had to fight them to keep them off the table during dinner. Getting them stained or ruined would be awful and I don’t want to deal with all of that.

 

“Well, I’ve had about all I can take of this stu- show. It’s time for me to head home. Ladies, thank you for having me. I had a lot of fun being entertained by such beautiful women.”

 

Jenna pouts and holds her doll closer. “Why can’t you sleep over? Tyson, at school, says his mom has guys sleep over all of the time. They get to sleep in her bed. Aunt Sin, can Caleb have a sleep over?”

 

My face blushes and I look at a fingerprint on the television. Anything to focus on besides answering that question. Ah, hell. “Well, Tyson’s mommy is married. So, it’s different.”

 

“No, she’s not! Tyson says she’s easy. I don’t know what that means. Like Candy Land?” Jayla asks and holds her doll closer. She named hers Elizabeth. Don’t ask how she picked it, because I don’t know.

 

Caleb coughs and then looks over the girls. “Jayla and Jenna, everyone is different. Tyson’s mom is different than your Aunt Sin. Plus, I have to get home.”

 

The girls pout as they kiss him on the cheek and then he reaches over to shake my hand. “No, you have to kiss him!” Jayla yells and snuggles her doll, Veronica, closer.

 

I shake my head and pin her with a stare. “Go clean your rooms.”

 

CALEB

 

I walk out Sinclair’s door and I fight the feeling of wanting to turn around and go back. Hanging out with the three of them was surprisingly the most fun I have had in a while. I have always wanted daughters and it’s nice to see what it would be like if I actually had them. Jayla and Jenna are the sweetest little girls and they are in love with their dolls. Which makes me feel less like a schmuck for showing up out of no where with them.

 

Once I get to my car, I hear footsteps behind me. When I turn, I see Sin walking towards me. Once she’s close enough, she grabs the lapels of my shirt and brings herself to me. Her delicious lips crush mine in a delicate but sexy as fuck kiss. I moan and then wrap my hands around her back. She’s tiny enough, that my two hands expand her whole back and my fingers lace together in the middle. I slide them down and then grip her ass with them. She groans and then backs away.

 

“Just wanted to say thank you for the flowers and the dolls. Call me if you see a light in this case. I need to get her out of the picture.” And with that, I watch her tight round ass walk back up to the door.

 

While driving home, I’m in a daze. This shit shouldn’t be happening. Why did I have insert myself in her life? Now I’m going to want to stay with her and never leave. Especially those beautiful twins.

 

I pull into my driveway and climb out of my car after reaching behind me to grab my coat. A dark shadow darkens the shadows that are outlining my car.

 

HULK

 

On a normal night, we would be put under lockdown so the guards can do their shift change. We’re not as fucking stupid as they think we are. All we do is sit in a cell and wait. We wait and watch to see what is going to happen next. Every single one of these mother fucking guards has a habit.

 

A routine.

 

McCollough, a younger guard who just graduated from the corrections academy the fine state of Nevada provides, is eager to prove he’s ready to fuck some shit up. The asshole thinks he’s bigger and badder than all of us combined but he’s nothing more than a paper pusher. If the situation were to be reversed, he would be called Sally by the other inmates.

 

Bix, a pretty redheaded guard who has all the guys following her is nothing more than a horn dog. She’s fucked about half the guys in here and I know she’s looking to fuck me too. I’m not cocky. I’m realistic.

 

Hall is the one that I have the fuckin’ problem with. He’s constantly trying to bring drugs into the prison and blame it on me to get me in trouble. He’s pissed off at me because I wouldn’t help him push the drugs in and around to the circles. Kept telling me that I was already a drug dealer and prison shouldn’t stop that.

 

Plus, Bishop did put him in his place. The mother fucker never saw it coming.

 

Anyway, these three fucktards the prison has hired to babysit the animals in the federal pod for the night, all have the same routine. They clock in, do a wellness check on the inmates to make sure no one has killed themselves and then gets a coffee to keep themselves awake at night.

 

You don’t last long in this lifestyle if you sleep when others are supposed to sleep. Too many things can happen when you’re asleep and I’m not going to be a victim. Fuck no. I’m gonna get out of here and go claim my girl back.

 

SINCLAIR

 

Sore and bruised, I look down between my legs to see the blood dripping from the apex of my thighs. I feel raw. Beaten and bruised. The ultimate betrayal I could possibly feel and now I’m alone on the side of the road.

 

I hold my phone in my hand and contemplate who to call. There’s no one to call. There’s no one that would believe he would do something like this. The infamous director of porn would rape one of his actresses.

 

He made sure I knew why he did it.

 

“Shouldn’t have tempted me so much, Sinclair,” he kept murmuring in my ear as he shoved his small, stubby dick inside me. “Stupid, cunt whore doesn’t know a good thing when she’s got it.”

 

Jim ran as soon as he got off but made sure he threatened me. He made sure that I knew what would happen if I told anyone. They all like to bring up the fact I’m a porn star. Everyone thinks that makes me less of a person because I sleep with men for money. I’m not a prostitute or some shit. I’m a human being who just got violated.

 

“If you tell anyone, I will kill you. I will wipe out your whole family. There will be no one left and it will all be your fault, you whore,” he muttered to me as he put his flaccid dick away.

 

Sitting in the back of the taxi, I now know what true hate is. It's the most powerful motivator ever and I truly hate him. I can’t wait to end his life the same way he tried to end mine.

 

“It’s a pity you’re so beautiful, Sin. I hate the fact you made me do this. You made me force myself on you but now you know how great we are. You will love being with me,” he states but I don’t say a word.

 

My thighs burn, my body hurts from the strain. The bastard didn’t even bring lubrication or anything. I’m going to feel it for a long time. I hate him.

 

Jim must have known I would retaliate because he ran. The asshole left me with my phone and it would be the perfect way to get his balls nailed to the wall if I wanted to but I didn’t. I want him to suffer and feel as violated as I do at this moment.

 

Quickly, I call Veronica, one of the other actresses that I have become friends with and she picks up immediately. “Hey, Sin. What are you up to?” Her cheery voice makes the tears spring to my eyes.

 

How can someone be so cheery when my whole world has been altered? Knocked off its axle.

 

“I need you to pick me up,” I murmur. “I need you to hurry.”

 

“What’s wrong?” Her little voice asks me but I can hear her getting dressed in the background of her phone.

 

“I, uh, I need you to come get me. The cabbie got pissed and left me on the side of the road,” I lie.

 

Why didn’t I tell the truth, you ask. I will tell you the only explanation I can think of, I was going to handle Jim in the way I know how to. I’m going to make him suffer.

 

“Where are you?”

 

Looking around the deserted road, I try to find anything that would make it easy for her to find me. “I’m kinda in the middle of nowhere. I’ll turn the GPS tracker on my phone and you can track me that way. Is that all right?”

 

She takes a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re okay? Sin, I swear I got your back.”

 

I nod my head in understanding even though she can’t see me. “I know. I will be fine.”

 

The next hour is one of the longest of my life.

 

*

 

I hold the gun in my hand and feel the weight of the steel. It’s loaded and I’m ready for the attack. I’m not allowing Jim to make me the victim here. I’m not going to deal with that fucking shit.

 

Hell no.

 

Standing in his closet, I put my tool kit for picking locks away in the bag I have on my back. You don’t have bikers for family and not learn a trick or two. Fuck, I love picking locks and have for years.

 

Jim has been acting as if he did nothing wrong the past two weeks and I’m ready to show him that’s not the case. He raped the wrong woman.

 

“I know, baby,” he croons to someone as he walks through the door. I can see the lights come on through the cracks of the closet doors but I only see his one shadow. “We’ll have to get together again some other time, baby,” he says with his fake nice voice.

 

Pathetic. He’s raping another girl with his niceness. The man doesn’t have a heart and he shouldn’t have one beating in his chest.

 

“I have to call you back,” he murmurs and hangs up the phone.

 

I watch through the cracks of the door while he walks into his kitchen to open the fridge. The man’s house is a decent size but it should be. He’s one of the most sought after porn directors out there. Jim makes millions on doing just one film.

 

The familiar pop of the top of a beer is my signal to go. I’ve been waiting a long time and I can’t wait anymore. It’s time to act.

 

Carefully, I slide open the door to the closet and sneak through his house to find him standing in front of the kitchen sink. He’s wearing a suit, as per his usual. However, from behind he looks normal. Not the porn king many people consider him to be.

 

I’m so close to him that I can smell his cologne. It's strong. The scent wafts it's way through me and I know this is the only chance I get for my revenge. If I mess it up, I won’t have another chance. The asshole will block me from porn and I won’t get close enough to him to do this again.

 

Pushing the gun into his back, I hear him gasp. “Don’t say a fucking word,” I utter to him.

 

“Sinclair?” He replies stupidly.

 

I take this time to kick him in his shin. He buckles slightly but maintains his hold on the sink. “What part didn’t you understand? You’re not so tough when you’re not in control.”

 

He shakes his head.

 

“You thought you could rape me and I wouldn’t do anything? You honestly thought you were going to get away with it?”

 

Jim’s head is stiff as he stares through the window above the sink. His eyes meet mine and I widen my eyes to show that I’m not backing down. I’m not going to allow him to try and control me.

 

“You did, didn’t you?” I blurt with malice. “But, the thing you guys keep forgetting is that I’m the princess of a 1% MC.”

 

“You’re nothing but a fucking whore,” he mutters as he stares me down. “You fucking whore.”

 

I push the gun further into his back to prove that I’m in control. “I might be the fucking whore but I’m not your whore. You thought you would be in control and could call the shots. It must have killed you when I turned you down and then you had to rape me. You had to take something that wasn’t yours. I will never be yours,” I spit.

 

He chuckles. “What makes you think I want a whore? What makes you think that anyone would want some porn star who gets off knowing horny teenage boys jack off to her?”

 

It's my turn to giggle. “Jim, you won’t be able to hurt another woman again. You’re a black smudge on our industry and it's time to take you out of the picture. Fuck you.”

 

His eyes are widened with fear and I love it. I love that I’m making him feel like he’s not in control of the situation. He’s afraid of me and he should be. “Get on your knees,” I state clearly.

 

“No! You’re just gonna fuckin’ kill me anyway. Why would I get on my knees?”

 

Kicking my foot back, I kick hard enough to the back of his legs and watch him fall. He’s on the ground with his hands resting on top of the sink to hold his balance. At least he’s on his knees.

 

“I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you right now and you couldn’t do a thing about it. Maybe I should rape you, too. Let you know what it feels like to be violated. Have you ever been fucked up your cowardice ass?”

 

He shakes his head. Jim’s officially understanding the weight of my control over him.

 

“Maybe you should pray. Pray to your god and see if you can get forgiveness. You know? The whole Confess-Your-Sins-Before-You-Die shit.”

 

I’m baiting him to break him down. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m wanting to see him naked again nor do I want to see his ass. I wouldn’t be able to do it. Yeah, I’m a princess of Masters of Chaos, but I’m still a human.

 

It’s moments like this that I know I still have humility.

 

“Pray!” I yell at him.

 

He’s shaking in front of me. “Sinclair, please! I’m so sorry!”

 

“I’m not your god. I’m just the woman you wronged. How many other women have you raped? Does it make you feel good? Feel like a man?”

 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry!” He begs.

 

I shake my head and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Soon, you’ll only be a chalk outline. Maybe you should pray. Time’s running out.”

 

Jim tries to turn to look at me but I don’t let him. “I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you! I promise. How much you want? You want your own movies?”

 

I giggle. “You honestly think I have to hold a man at gunpoint to get my own movie? That’s great.”

 

I raise the gun to the back of his head and fire two shots. It's rapid and quick. The bastard falls face first against the sink then falls to the ground in a heap of bastard-ness. “Fuck you, Jim. Go to hell.”

 

I put the gun into the waistband of my jeans and send a little thank you to my dad for teaching me how to shoot. I could have shot him while in the closet but I wanted him to know he couldn’t hurt me again. That he couldn’t hurt another girl again.

 

Looking around the kitchen, I make sure I didn’t leave anything behind which could connect me to Jim. He’s a porn director, there’s probably a bunch of people that want to kill him. Husbands and boyfriends of current actresses that want to teach the director a lesson. Of course they would come to his house to do it.

 

Once I’m satisfied there’s nothing in the kitchen which could place me here, I sneak out the side door of the kitchen. The stress of pulling off the perfect crime has lifted and now all I need to do is get home. I need to get ar away from Jim.

 

“I know what you did.”

 

“What the fuck?” I call out in the direction of the voice I heard. There’s someone to the left of me outside and the hair on the back off my neck sticks straight up. “Who are you?”

 

“Sinclair. How could you?”

 

Whomever the person is, they are hiding in the shadows. I reach behind me to grab my gun in case I need to protect myself.

 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the male voice states from behind the shadows.

 

“Who are you?” I demand.

 

“Don’t worry about it. Just know that I will get in touch with you with further directions. Until then, watch what you do.”

 

Fuck this! I’m not going to allow another person to think they can control me. I’m not doing it. “No, go fuck yourself.”

 

“You really think you’re going to boss me around after you murdered the porn king? Yeah, fuckin’ right. Sweetheart, your ass belongs to me now.”

 

“Who are you?” I demand. Whomever it is obviously knows what I did but I don’t need them to spread it around. This is a fucking nightmare. The whole reason why I did this at his house.

 

“You wait until you have further instructions,” a female voice answers me and then they are gone.

 

I’m in my car in a matter of seconds before my phone starts to buzz.

 

UNKNOWN: you will bring me 2500$ a week.

 

UNKNOWN: if you know whats good for you

 

UNKNOWN: i need you to text me back to tell me you got this message

 

UNKNOWN: maybe i should show the video to the cops

 

He took a video? He recorded me fucking killing Jim? Did he also record Jim raping me and then acting as if he didn’t do anything wrong? I wonder if he did that too. Fuck this guy.

 

ME: i call your bluff

 

UNKNOWN: Video Attachment

 

Quickly, I hit the download button and wait for it to load. There’s no way he recorded me. Plus, how the hell does he know I have access to that kind of money? Yeah, I make decent money as a porn actress but I don’t flaunt it. I don’t allow others to know what I do. Many of the other actresses have nice cars and big houses but I don’t want to draw that much attention to myself.

 

Once it’s finished loading, I’m face to face with the video of me killing Jim. Who ever recorded is, must have been up close to the window to capture this much detail. Fuck!

 

ME: how do i know you haven’t already gone to the police

 

UNKNOWN: they would be there right now

 

ME: why not turn me in

 

UNKNOWN: this way we can both get something

 

ME: what am i getting? Not being arrested?

 

UNKNOWN: shouldn’t that be enough?

 

ME: you are exploiting me!

 

UNKNOWN: i call it propositioning you

 

UNKNOWN: you want me to go to the cops?

 

ME: no. where do you want the money

 

UNKNOWN: i will give you further instructions

 

HULK

 

There’s crashing and banging out in the main pod that shakes the whole fed-pod. I can hear metal crashing, bending against the walls, smashing of human bones along with the deafening alarm for help.

 

And where are the fucktards? Not at their post to monitor this. To monitor us.

 

I quickly run to grab my shank I have hidden under my mattress for a situation like this. I traded two packs of cigarettes for the steel to make it and a candy bar for the twine to make a handle for it. This bad boy is all fuckin’ mine.

 

Of course, I don’t need  a shank to protect myself. What these mother fuckers keep forgetting is that I am a trained fighter who doesn’t need a weapon. I have twenty-three hours a day where I sit in my cell and wait. For those twenty-three hours, I work out and get ready for the next move. There will always be a next move.

 

I lean against the locked cell door waiting for someone to pass by and let me out. I’ve got my shank ready to plunge into someone who starts something with me.

 

A crackle comes over the PA system. “All inmates return to your cells immediately! This is a lockdown!” Then another crackle over the system. “This is a mandatory lock down! All inmates return to your cells.”

 

Guards run past my cell yelling into their radios with their current locations and what is happening around them. 

 

And that’s when I see Hall. He’s eager to move up in the ranks to prove how great he is to the corrections department but he’s also a first class asshole. He’s running past my cell with his hand on his radio at his mouth.

 

I could literally stick my hand out and stab him in the stomach and no one would know I did it either. It was fucking amazing. However, my beef with Hall is much deeper than that. No, he’s pinned shit on me to fuck and now I’m going to teach him a lesson.

 

“What’s wrong, Hall? Someone’s gettin’ some action and you’re late to the party?” I tease.

 

“Man, you’re a fucking piece of shit. Thinking you’re big and bad behind a steel gate.”

 

I chuckle. “If you think that, why don’t you open the cage and see for yourself.”

 

The second the gate opens, he’s rushing me like he can take me. The asshole thinks he can take me! This is fucking great.

 

I swing and hit him in the side of the mouth and he staggers back. His back hits the bunk and he bounces back. I hit him again and again, over and over. The mother fucker doesn’t stay down.

 

The cocky asshole thinks he’s got me as he lands a punch to my ribs. I stagger back a little before gaining my balance and pull out my shank ready to stab it in his side.

 

With the alarms and people yelling all around us, all I hear is the deafening beat of my heart beating. It’s a steady beat but I know it's the calm before the storm. As soon as I finish with Hall, the chaos outside is going to be fuckin’ crazy.

 

“Hulk!”

 

Turning my head very quickly to see who’s calling me, I place the shank against the guard’s throat to hold him steady. The last thing that I need is for him to think he’s getting one over me. “What?” I bark while pressing the blade further into the bastard’s skin. Growling at the guard, I let him know my intentions on how I’m going to kill him. “You set me up so you can prove you’re bigger and badder than me? You’re nothin’ but a little fuckin’ pussy ass bitch.”

 

“Hulk!”

 

Turning my head, I see Elvis standing in the cell door. “What the fuck are you doin’ in here?” I look him up and down but I notice he’s wearing civilian clothes. He’s not an inmate.

 

“We need to get the fuck outta here. ASAP!”

 

Looking back at the guard who’s face is turning red from the lack of oxygen, I consider my next move. I could fucking kill him quickly then get the fuck out or I can take him with me and have fun outside the prison.

 

“It’s your lucky day, Hall. I’m gonna kill you quick.”

 

Slicing the shank across his neck, blood shoots out of his neck splashing me in the face. He slumps over and I take my shank out of his neck to wipe it off. I might have to use it later.

 

“What are you doin’ here?” I ask again.

 

Elvis shakes his head while walking into the cell. “We gotta move now. Before they call backup.”

 

He’s dragging me out of the cell by my arm. “We gotta go. They’re waiting for us outside!”

 

We run through the pod which is caught up in complete chaos that’s going to end a few lives. Guards are taken captive by the inmates since now they are without any form of protection.

 

We might be inmates and criminals, but we’re still criminals.

 

“Who’s here?” I demand examining my pod. I’m never comin’ back here. Fuck that shit. These bastards can keep it.

 

“Bishop, Redbeard, Hawk and Long John are waitin’ in the van. We gotta get you home and tell you what’s going on.”

 

Suddenly, a bad taste floods my mouth and I have a feeling I’m not going to like it. It must have been something extremely bad if they are busting me out of prison.

 

Maximum prison, my ass.

 

The buzzer door to the outside is wide open with Bishop standing in it. “Let’s fuckin’ go before they have us do a chain gang shit.”

 

I chuckle as I jog past him. “Sounds kinda fun, don’t you think, prez?”

 

Bishop’s head is shaking. “Glad to see prison hasn’t hardened your sense of humor. Get in the van. Redbeard, hand him over his change of clothes.”

 

The brothers are busy shooting our way to the van making me feel guilty that I don’t have a weapon to contribute with. I jump into the back of the van just as the old man, Redbeard, is handing me a black hoodie and a pair of jeans.

 

“Glad to see you out, brother,” Redbeard whistles at me while slamming the door to the van shut.

 

In seconds, I have taken off the prison clothes and I’m wearing street clothes. “Fuck! I can’t tell you how good it feels to wear jeans!” I declare. Wearing the prison clothes for the past few years has been hard because I’m a biker. Bikers are supposed to wear jeans, leather… Boots.

 

Someone bangs their fist on the side of the van to get us to go. Bishop jumps in the front seat and I’m looking around for any clue on what just happened.

 

“Not that I don’t mind being broken out of prison, mind telling me why?” I ask sardonically. I’m dying to know why they would risk their lives to bail me out of prison. Not just their lives because they could be killed, the fact that they could be sharing a cell with me.

 

It’s not fucking fun in prison.

 

Bishop swears under his breath. “Show him the file,” he barks at Elvis.

 

Elvis has always had a cocky smile on his face like he knows something that you don’t. This time, the smile is grim. Bleak. Almost non-existent. “Go ahead and look at everything. You’ll know why in a second.”

 

First note is handwritten with a picture of Sinclair and the twins in her house. The handwriting is sloppy, slanted with enough curve in it to make it either a man’s or woman’s handwriting.

 

Bishop:

Time is running out for the options we have for you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll give us your pipeline. You have 24 hours.

 

Below the threat, there’s a couple dozen photos of Sinclair. “What the fuck is this shit? Do you know who’s doin’ this?” I bark.

 

The thought of someone hurting Sinclair or the twins is too much for me to even think about. I’ve been in prison for a few years and I’m already freakin’ the fuck out. People get life in prison for sneaking out.

 

Actually, I was busted out.

 

“We’ve tried to keep eyes on her, but the chick is smart,” Elvis replies with a slow tone. “Sin’s constantly ducking out of our sight. She knows we’re watching her. And we can’t let her know someone’s watching her. She’s already pissed as fuck with us.”

 

Because of you.

 

He didn’t have to say it but I knew that’s what he meant. I’ve known all along that I’m to blame.

 

I rub the back of my neck, feeling the fuz of my hair that’s growing back in from when I shaved it a couple of weeks ago. “So, you want me to go down there and watch her?”

 

Bishop chuckles. “You didn’t think we’d bust you outta prison to drink a beer with ya, did ya?”

 

It’s my turn to chuckle. “You guys know she’ll probably castrate me, right? The chick hates me.”

 

The president’s eyes gleam. “We need you with her and my granddaughters. You need a place to hide out until shit settles. It’s a perfect set up.”

Can’t wait for more Masters Of Chaos? They will be back soon with the next chapter in Hulk, Sinclair and Caleb’s story.

 

XOXO,

Eden