Page 2 of Thicker Than Blood

The thought of having a pet bitch was appealing. However, playing in the rooms of Club X and owning a bitch were two very different roles. I opened up my laptop and explored the world of owning and training a human pet. At the end of my investigation, I amended some details of my plans before going through Amari’s photographs. She wasn't my usual type. I preferred refined women to date, but the women I took to Club X were rarely the dating type.

There were certain expectations of who I could be seen with. The ‘polite society’ was not forgiving of scandals and it could impact on my business. If people found out about my father’s whore and the bastard child my mother would bear the brunt of it, cast aside and bad mouthed behind her back. No, I needed to remove myself from the vicinity.

Amari’s photo captured her wide dark brown eyes, thick lips and high cheekbones. Her long black hair was wavy and her brown skin had a golden glow over it. Her build was nothing like the dainty women I dated. She drew out every evil, sadistic, dark desire I had in me. Club X has strict rules to avoid abuse but I was too far gone in my madness to consider any form of mercy.

No, this woman packed curves on every part of her body, muscular yet soft. The way her hips and thighs were shaped was obscene and her tits were the same, heavy and unmistakable. Her body was made to be used and punished. I could whip those thighs and ass all day long. My eyes lingered on her heavy breasts, daydreaming of torturing her nipples, making her scream for mercy. First I would need to get her out of her drab clothing. The woman had zero class or style.

I picked up the phone to my fixer. She needed to get fired from her job first. I glanced at the brat’s school, which was next.She might have a Greek name that my father gave her, but she wasn't part of my family. I would make a personal appearance to remove them from the house, my father allowed them to stay in.

They would rue the day they entered our lives.

Chapter 2

Amari

The woman narrowed her eyes at me and glanced down at my clothes, probably looking for designer brands. I held Alcina’s hand as we stood at her school’s reception area. They refused to let her attend and I knew for a fact that Christos had paid for the entire school year upfront.

“I can assure you there is no mistake. If you cannot pay, you should look into a state school,” she said to me, but the vindictive glint in the ginger-haired cow was accompanied by a smirk.

“Thanks, Sarah,” I said sarcastically before turning to Alcina. “Let’s go, Alcina,” I said, not wanting to do or say anything that would get me arrested.

“Have a great day,” Sarah said in a sing-song voice as we reached the glass double doors.

“But I had a project due today,” Alcina said, her head drooping.

When we got outside I knelt in front of Alcina.

“I know a lot is happening right now honey, but we are family and we will stick together,” I said with a cheerful smile and bopped her cheek.

“I miss Daddy,” she sighed.

I thought of Christos and hugged Alcina. I’d known him since I was around Alcina’s age, he was the only father figure I knew.

“I miss him too, sweetie. Why don't we have some ice cream on the way home?”

Ice cream cured everything because school and sadness were forgotten for now. I knew Christos’s family were behind my getting made ‘redundant’ and Alcina being unceremoniously thrown out of school. I was sure there was more to come but I couldn't get any social help until we were completely destitute. Hiring a lawyer at this point would be impossible.

What on earth has Christos been thinking not providing for my mum or Alcina?

???

“I’m sorry miss, your card has been declined,” the shopkeeper said.

My cheeks flushed and I put my ice cream back in the freezer before going back to the counter.

“Can you try just this one?” I asked, raising my sister’s Twister ice cream.

He smiled at Alcina and tried to scan my card but it bleeped again. The man smiled kindly at me before he looked at my sister. It was our local shop and this was the first time this had happened.

“Here just have it on the house,” he said, handing it to Alcina.

She beamed at him before thanking him. I blinked at the tears welling up and nodded my thanks before I shoved my card into my pocket and rushed out of the shop. I would be back one day to repay his kindness. He was a small business owner, and everyone felt the pinch these days.

After I opened Alcina’s ice cream for her, I tried phoning my bank but my phone wouldn't connect. They were going too far. How could I tell my mother any of this when she was still grieving? I saw Stefanos at the funeral, he was a taller, younger version of Christos, but there was a coldness to him. Christos had been warm and vibrant.

My mum introduced me to him years after she met him. I was a shy and timid child, it isn't a surprise I turned out to be an introvert. It was only when I was much older, my mother told me Christos was married, which was why he didn't live with us. My mum was in too deep to break it off. I watched them over the years, and they loved one another, this became enough for me. My mother was happy but he died too young.

My mind was a jumbled mess by the time I reached our street. A black car slowed down close to us and I took Alcina’s hand to draw her away from the road. It was a long, sleek, and expensive can, and sure enough, it halted to a stop and the electronic window slid down.

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