Page 12 of CurVy Forever

But they don’t know.

My little brothers never mourned our parents like I did. They were too young to experience the shock of being raised by a society of wankers who were simply waiting for us to become adults and take over.

They don’t remember our parents…

I do. Our mother’s songful voice wakes me in the morning. Our father’s prideful smile still flashes in my eyes.

I mourn them every damn day.

Still, I ignore Quinn’s tone. “You’ve sorted the old lady then? It’s a whole new jury. We don’t need her anymore.”

“The granddaughter was freaked,” he admits. “She just wanted us gone, but I’m gonna miss Kathleen. If she’d been a few decades younger, I reckon I’d have fallen in love.”

“I need to tie up loose ends,” I mutter, catching sight of breezing blonde hair as it disappears into the park. I wind through people to catch up and follow her into the city central parkland. “Donnie has just disappeared.”

“Donnie was fixing this mess you made, Dexter. Like all your mess. Your dirty deals and bullshit. He had no choice. As always. He has no choice but to clean up around you and Tyler. So, just because you’re sober for once doesn’t mean you can suddenly stake the alpha male claim. What are you up to?”

Dipshit doesn’t like me.

Doesn’t help that I fucked his girlfriend.

Satisfied that he has taken care of the old lady, I close the conversation with, “I’m going to see a girl about a stray.” I follow the curvaceous arse that sways with each fast step, creating a captivating rhythm that is hard to tear my eyes from. Her shopping bags hit her thick thighs with a steady beat. She has no idea what those curves do to men.

I pocket my phone.

I’ve been sober now for a month, and it’s uncomfortable. Trying to ignore the liquor sign to my side. The bar, a few shops down, makes my insides feel unnatural. Drunk is normal. Sober is wrong. That’s how it has become.

My brain is growling: “Just get one so you can do this. Just grab one drink, and you’ll feel normal. Everyone else can have just one. So can you.” But that’s the problem. I can’t have just one, and then, I’ll be so fucking out of it, I won’t think.

I’ll just do it.

I’ll just take a little girl from her verge without thinking about the consequences.

Curvy Thirteen strides past two joggers, and they turn to ogle her arse in her tight plaid skirt. Another man on a bench seat lowers his book to catch a glimpse. She leaves a damn trail of admirers in her wake.

I want to blacken their vision.

She is my brother’s property.

Up ahead, there is a shortcut through the pines to her street. I know this area well. My old office looked down on it, and I used to use the trees to drink between meetings.

That was at my lowest point.

I pick up pace, needing to meet her in the trees so we can be alone.

As I thought, she steers off the path, her blonde hair catching the wind as she disappears into the dense, towering forest. The branches and limbs weave overhead, casting shadows that creep and climb.

She suddenly glances back, but I use a screen of foliage to slide behind and observe her from there. My cock twitches as she takes big breaths in and out, her round tits obscenely squashed into her shirt. I get it. I’d fuck her, too.

She continues on her way.

The sound of rustling leaves and swaying branches overhead skip around her, the noise spurring her strides onward. Sensing me, she quickens to a steady jog.

Reminds me of the rabbits.

They always sense you…

Trees and bushes interrupt my view, but I see flashes of her golden hair, and then she is running.

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