Chapter Six
Trent
Son of a bitch. I shift in my chair again. A jolt shoots straight down to my cock, which is constantly hard when it comes to her. I’ve been watching her for half an hour while she sits staring at the wall in front of her and frowning. Every few minutes she glances down at her daughter, then back up again.
I would give anything to say that precious, innocent baby girl is mine. Letting my father and Tina convince me to have a vasectomy was the dumbest thing I have ever done, even though it doesn’t fucking matter. Clove was already pregnant before I kidnapped my brother, anyway.
I focus in on her face. It’s so pained. It kills me to see her suffering the way she is. I would give anything to be able to go in there and fuck her raw, to hear her scream my name. Not my brother’s. Mine.
My own selfish reasons keep her here. I love her. I need her. If I were man enough to set her free, she could be back with her family where she belongs. . I can’t. I’m too much of a coward to let her go. That is why I sit here in this half-dimmed room every day, jacking off in my own hand while watching the one woman I want and know I will never truly have.
I watch her bend down and lift Journey. I wish I could see her beautiful face, the way she looks at her daughter with so much love in her eyes. I would give anything to have her look at me and see love staring back at me. It will never happen. She’s not mine. It’s a fantasy, a dream that will never come true.
My brain nearly freezes when she returns to the bathroom and drops her towel. Jesus Christ, this is torture. I would rather be beaten to death than to see this stunning sight in front of me. I run my hands through my hair in frustration, wishing I could just run to her, tell her I would do anything for the two of them.
“God damn you, Clove,” I curse, my strangled words barely escaping as she turns around, exposing the one thing I crave.
That weeping, wet pussy of hers I haven’t had for over a year is spread wide open. Teasing me, mocking me. She is so beautiful; every part of her body is flawless. I have watched her at night many times bringing pleasure to herself while moaning out my brother’s name. But this . . . this is something entirely different. She knows I’m watching her. Clove is a smart woman. She knows I didn’t turn these cameras off. I can’t. This is the only way I to feel close to her again.
“You loved it when I fucked you, didn’t you?” I whisper to the monitor as I watch her probe one of her round, juicy tits with her small hand.
I may not be her husband, but I sure as hell got her off, and she knew it. Did I feel like an ass afterwards? Hell to the motherfucking no. I wanted to mark her in every way I could. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Oh, fuck. Her ass . . . pure damn heroin to my dick.
As if my thoughts conjure it up, she slides her fingers up and down her sweet ass and around that tight hole. Memories of me taking her there, marking her like she was truly mine, have me holding back from coming hard. My balls ache just thinking about shooting my come into her ass.
I stroke my dick more forcefully, all the way down my shaft and back up again. I would give anything to be inside her sweet-smelling pussy instead of the two fingers she is now using to get herself off.
“That’s it, finger it good. Let me hear you. Let me see you make yourself come.”
Clove’s mouth opens on a scream as shudders wrack her body. The sight is my undoing. I feel my balls tighten. I pull hard two more times and I come all over myself, the hot liquid shooting all over my hand and stomach.
I still want her. I need her so goddamn bad, it hurts. I want it to be me making her fall apart like that, but I know she will never love me the way I love her. She hates me. I see it in her eyes every time I look at her. Do I blame her? Fuck, no. I’m everything she thinks I am. I am fucked up, a killer, and an asshole.
I hate myself for all the pain I have caused her.
When I first met Tina and found out about my brother and mother, I wanted to jump in my truck and leave the shit life I had lived behind me. Yeah, I had drugs, booze, and women willing and ready to suck my cock, or let me fuck them any way I wanted, as much as I wanted. But the moment Tina showed me a picture of her daughter, I couldn’t think straight anymore. I became obsessed with her beauty and grace. I stalked her, claimed her in my mind every time I saw her, never once caring that she was married to my twin brother. I wanted her to be mine.
She looks so much like her mother that every time I fuck Tina, in my mind, it’s Clove. Always Clove. She may look like her mother, but she is nothing like her. Clove’s beauty is soul deep. She’s loving, caring, and puts others before herself. If anyone were to ask me the definition of love, it would be her. I never knew what it was until I first laid my eyes on her. I envied the way her face would light up every damn time she would look at Turner, or the way she would look at her father and brother. I understand now why Clove let me do everything I wanted to do to her. It was out of love, the love she had for my brother.
“Trent.”
Jesus Christ. The sound of that wicked cunt’s voice calling me from the other side of the door makes my still hard dick deflate in an instant. This bitch has got to go.
Grabbing the box of tissue off of the desk, I wipe my come off of my hand and stomach, then toss the tissue into the garbage can. I right my jeans and t-shirt before shutting down my computer.
This bitch is sucking the life out of me. She’s more obsessed with me and my dick than I am with Clove. I’m far from dumb, though. This heartless woman who I have to sleep with every night will be the one to die. Not her daughter.
For almost a year now, I have been able to convince her I am in this office trying to come up with a detailed plan to get our hands on the twenty million dollars, but guess what? The money doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s been donated to a women’s shelter in Atlanta. Twenty motherfucking million dollars, money that I could have had. Money that would have lasted Clove and me ten lifetimes.
Clove had other plans, though. She tried to kill herself. Seeing her plunge the end of that hanger into her chest dropped me to my knees. She has no idea I was in the middle of trying to call 911 when Tina came barging through the door.
Tina wanted me to leave her daughter at first. Leave her to die. I couldn’t. Not when I picked up her limp, lifeless arm and felt a faint pulse. That was when the tables turned and I demanded Tina get Caleb here. I didn’t give two wild fucks if I spent the rest of my life in prison or not; I had to save her.
It was the first time I had ever screamed, yelled at, or threatened Tina. I should have killed the worthless bitch, pulled her blackened heart clean out of her chest. Burned that house down with her and my no good dad inside, taken Clove, and run. That was my plan all along, until Clove decided she couldn’t live her life without Turner. Son of a motherfucker, the shit keeps piling up deeper and deeper.
Now here we are, stuck in this monstrosity of a house in upstate Mississippi with the cops looking for my ass while she comes and goes as she pleases. Clove isn’t the only one trapped inside this damn place. I am, too.
Tina strolls in.
“Trent. What the hell are you doing in here?”
God, the sight of her makes me sick. She’s one fucking twisted up bitch.
“What the hell do you think I’m doing when I’m in here, playing fucking solitaire?” I snap.
“Jesus, what crawled up your ass and left itself for dead today?” She sets herself down on my lap, pressing her ass into my limp dick. “I know something that can make you feel better,” she purrs like the skanky cougar she is.
“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”
Thank Christ I just came. The only way I will allow myself to come anymore is to the sight of Clove. I’ve been one hell of an actor making Tina think she gets me off.
One of my arms snakes around her slender body, cupping a handful of her ass. One thing I can say about her is, she keeps herself in very good shape for her age. Everything is nice and tight and firm, except for her pussy. The bitch has no clue how to milk my cock like her daughter did. Clove’s tight muscles would clench and grip me so tightly it took every ounce of power and energy I had not to spill myself inside of her after just one minute of feeling her sweet pussy.
My dick starts to get hard just thinking about her. Fucking hell, now I’m going to have to bend Tina over my desk and fuck her. Her ass grinds into me more, thinking this hard on is for her.
Opening the drawer of my desk with my free hand, I pull out a condom. The only time I have gone without one of these babies was when I was with Clove. Definitely not with this whore currently sitting on my lap. I know if I don’t hurry up and give her what she wants, she is going to think I am thinking of Clove. I’m always thinking of Clove. Even when I lift Tina’s skirt up, push her face forward over my desk, and give her exactly what she wants, I’m thinking of Clove.
Two hours later after we have eaten and cleaned up, Tina marches up the stairs to take Clove her dinner. I give her exactly one minute to get in and out of her room, like I have been doing since the day we brought her here. I simply do not trust her. Not one damn bit.
I drop my head down to my chest when I hear her coming back down the stairs. I’m no better than she is. It’s not anything I haven’t told myself over and over again. This time when she sits back in her chair, I tell myself it’s time I do become better. It’s time I show Clove exactly how much I truly love her.
“We need to get the hell out of here, Tina.”
I take a long pull of my beer as she sips on her glass of wine.
“We leave when I say we leave. This isn’t your call,” she snarls at me.
“You know, I have had just about enough of this horse shit. You have no fucking idea what it’s like to be a fucking prisoner here. Jesus Christ, woman, her family knows she’s alive. The fucking news stations are still talking about it. And your son will never give up trying to find her. I didn’t sign up for this shit. I’m this close to saying fuck it all to hell, turning my ass in, and living in a goddamn jail cell, because right now that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun than being trapped in here.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Fuck, yes. I am. I want out.”
“You want out? Out of what? All that money we’re going to get once they get that baby?” she spits, pointing her nasty ass finger toward the stairs.
“Guess what? I’m at the point where I really don’t give a shit about the money. How much do you think they will actually give you, anyway? Your son is a fucking cop, or have you forgotten that little bit of information? A cop you haven’t seen for years. Shit like this doesn’t go down in the real world like you think it will. Your son will slice you from one end to the other.”
“It’s not my son I’m going to go talk to. I’ve told you that at least a hundred times. Were you not listening to me? Or,” she stands up, eyes flaring like the whack job she is, “do you have some kind of plan with Clove? Is that where all this hostility is coming from?”
I jerk back a bit, laughing.
“Oh, you bet. Clove and I are just going to drive off and live happily ever after, aren’t we?”
“In your mind, you probably are, but I will never allow that to happen. I told you, once you kill her, you can have your money.”
“Then pick up the fucking phone, call my mother, and get this shit over with. You have two days. Two damn days, Tina, or I am out of here.”
“You’re a fucking jerk. I have done everything for you; given you a place to stay, eat, and sleep, and now you come after me? You’re a selfish bastard.”
“And you’re a fucking cunt.” She gasps.
“What did you just call me?”
“You heard me.”
“That’s a low blow coming from you, Trent. The man who kidnapped his own identical twin brother, pretended to be him and fell in love with his wife!” she screams. “Oh, and let’s not forget the grand finale here. You want to stand there and call me vile names, then by all means go right ahead. I may be every name you want to dish out at me, but one thing I am not is a murderer. Oh, yes, that’s right. So don’t stand there thinking you’re any better than I am. At least I didn’t kill my own father or shoot my brother.”
Motherfucker. I would be lying if I said those words she just threw at me didn’t stab me in my gut. They did. I did kill my brother. I killed him for the selfish reason that I want the woman upstairs more than I want this money. Money I know I will never see.
“Fine, throw it up in my face. I really don’t care anymore. I’m done.”
“You’d better care, you son of a bitch.”
“Care about what? You? I care about you about as much as you care about me.”
“I do care about you, Trent,” she insists in a low voice.
She steps my way cautiously. I hold a hand up and she instantly halts.
“Not this time. Your little act of seduction isn’t going to work on me anymore.”
I place my beer on the table and go to move past her. Her hand reaches out and grabs my arm in the crook of my elbow. I look down to where she is touching me then back up at her. A hard look crosses her face.
“I swear to God, I will kill her myself if you ever talk to me like that again.”
“And I swear to God, I will cut you up into a million pieces, starting with that hand you have on me, if you lay one finger on her.”
“That will never happen.”
“You don’t think so?” I sneer.
“I know so.”
We stand there, staring each other down. What kind of game is she playing with me here? Wait a damn minute. I bring my hand up and wrap it around her slender throat as I walk her backwards, slamming her angrily up against the wall.
“You . . . fucking . . . BITCH!” I roar.
Her malicious smile widens.
“Finally, he realizes,” she mocks.
“You said I killed my father, and shot my brother. What the hell are you hiding from me?”
Our eyes lock, mine boring into hers.
“Tell me, Tina. I want to hear you say it.”
“Very well. Turner is alive.”