Page 8 of Zeus's Ruin

CHAPTER SIX

Zeus

Istare at Scorpiofor a sign, some kind of tell that we’re in and our plan is a fucking go, but his poker face is unreadable, always has been.Granted, there’s not a whole lot of shit he can say in the middle of the clubhouse bar.

“Just tell me if you got it?”

“I got it, brother.Nothing changes.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and look over at our father eating out some club whore bitch.Soon, fucker.You’re gonna be gator food.“Thank fuck.”

“Relax, little brother.”He claps me on the shoulder which I quickly shrug off.He knows how I hate that “little brother” crap.With our dad being the piece of shit he is, our mothers gave birth to us within a matter of days.I’m literally two days younger than him.“We’ve got this.”

My phone buzzes in my pocket.I glance down at the alert from my motion sensor camera and tap to open it.Sugar is up from the couch and reading my note on the counter.I glance up at my brother and find his gaze fixed on my bruised knuckles.

“What’s this I hear about you getting into it with some dumb shit at The Boobie Trap?”

“My tenants.”I shrug as I study the cameras.“He hit her, so I beat the shit out of him.”

Scorpio frowns.“I’ve never seen you bent all out of shape over pussy before.”

“I’m not fucking bent out of shape.I just don’t like douchebags who go around hitting women.Speaking of, I may need a little help with him.”

“Gator farm kind of help?”

“Yep.”

He laughs.“And you’re not fucking chomping at the bit over this bitch.”

“Let’s just say I’m not sure the dumb fuck is smart enough to heed the warning I gave.”

Scorpio runs a hand through his short dark hair.He’s smaller than me, both in height and build, but he’s a fucking psycho and no one stays on his bad side for long ...because he disposes of them.When our dad bought a property and gator farm in the bayou, the whole club thought he was crazy, but it’s far enough away from the busy streets of Nola for us to take care of business without the feds breathing down our necks.And we’ve got a lot of happy well-fed gators to help us take care of that business.

“Well, you just let me know when.”

“Yeah.We’ll see how things play out first, brother.”I glance back at the screen and watch Sugar move from my bathroom to my bedroom door and glance longingly at the bed.“I gotta hit the head.”

My brother’s mouth twists in a grin.“Uh-huh.Let me guess, the girl?”

“I just gotta drain the snake,” I say with a placating hand gesture as I walk backwards down the hall.

Scorpio laughs.“Choke it is more like it.I’m not covering for your ass with dad.”

“Won’t take that long.”

“Ha.Never took you for a two-pump chump.”

“Yeah, well ...some of us aren’t fucking everything that isn’t tied down.”

“Maybe some of us should be, cunt rag.”

I turn and walk to my room here at the clubhouse.Scorpio and I have had them ever since we were kids on account of our mom’s being screwed over—or just screwed—by the Prez.I barely get the door open and shut behind me, before I’m busting a nut because I’m staring at a beautiful fucking blonde finger fucking her pussy on my bed.And the soft moans coming from my phone make me really fucking glad I upgraded to the motion sensor cameras with sound.

What would she do if I came home now?Would she freeze, be embarrassed and run from the room, or would she welcome the intrusion and invite me into that perfect little cunt?Would she hate me for watching her now?Even if I could get home in record time, she’d likely be done by the time I got there, and Prez would have my ass after calling everyone to church in thirty minutes.But as I take my hard cock out and start stroking it furiously, I imagine slipping into her tight pussy.Would she be sopping fucking wet for me?Is she thinking about me as she fucks her hand in my bed.Fuck I hope the answer is yes.

And then, like a fucking miracle, she moans my name as she comes, and it sends me over the edge.I grip the phone in one hand and my dick in the other as thick jets of cum spill onto the floor.

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