Page 5 of Vicious Punks
Nicky punches on the gas, the tires screeching down the street within seconds and that tells me enough that he's itching to race soon. We all have our hardships, a home that we wish we didn't have, so we find an escape any way we can, just to feel like we belong somewhere. Mine just happens to be addictions. Currently, it's weed and a little hand in gambling, but it might just be changing for my Tillie. She's already mine. If we have to kill her, I’ll claim that shit so even when she’s dead I can tell everyone that I had her last breath. She can't leave that easily, there's no escaping me.
"What did you do?" Nicky asks, turning his head slightly to glance at me with his brow raised as he looks me up and down with suspicion.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I bite my bottom lip, playing with the piercing there and catch him looking before quickly glancing away… as if I wouldn’t notice.
"You were practically skipping down the street and smiling like the joker. And what have I told you about calling me? I'll come pick you up, but instead you make me stalk your ass." His voice is authoritative as he glances out the front windshield, looking lost in thought as he shakes his head and slides his fingers through his shoulder length hair.
I don't like when he gets that faraway look. Usually, it means something happened at home, but I'm not going to pry. I'll let him talk when he's ready to, he'll close up like a clam if I try digging it out of him. We’ve been there before and it took months for him to stop giving me the cold shoulder. Sometimes I wonder if he's made of marble and how I can chip away at it when his father just keeps hardening him.
"How was it?" I ask, gazing out the window to see the highway signs pass as we head to Logan's house to pick up my plaything.
"How was what?" He questions in confusion, his almond shaped, emerald eyes meeting mine when I glance over with a smirk.
"My ass. How was it from behind?" I chuckle as the car swerves off the road for a second before he straightens the wheel.
He clears his throat a few times, shuffling in his seat as he glances over at me a few times with a faint blush staining his cheeks. Well, shit. I think I embarrassed him. That never happens. I decide to take mercy on him by changing the subject.
"How is the research goin-" I choke on my own spit as he starts talking at the same time.
"It was a good view." he says so quietly under his breath that I don't think I was supposed to catch it. He quickly whips his head around to look at me and his lips twitch before he glances back at the road, putting a little more pressure on the gas. "What were you saying?" he asks casually, and I decide to roll with it before he closes himself off from me again.
Maybe those feelings he locks up so tight might be ready to come out soon. I'm going to paint him and Tillie with my favorite color soon. Red. Bright red. I can hardly wait, it makes my fingers twitch with the need.
"How is your research going with Tillie's background and the list of people Franco gave you?" I ask, pulling a joint out from behind my ear that was hidden by my hair and playing with it as I try to make up my mind if I should smoke again.
I need a smoke. The sexual tension is getting to me lately. I'm only seconds away from saying fuck it and slamming my lips against his. We finally pull onto Logan’s street, making my leg bounce in excitement. It's only been a couple of hours, but I'm excited to see how she's handling everything. Has she made a run for it yet? God. I hope she runs, I bet she's a sprinter. I love a good game of cat and mouse.
"Nothing is coming up. It's like she's not in the system. She has a school record that showed me absolutely nothing. She kept her nose down and got good grades, enough to pass, but nothing stands out." Nicky's lip curls in frustration, his sharp jawline hardening as he grinds his teeth.
He doesn't like how he can't dig up her past because everyone has a past that they try hiding. Something isn't right. He should have been able to find something on her. His hacking skills are good enough that he could probably hack into the Pentagon... he might have already done that once as a test drive, but then again I was probably drunk off my ass at the time. The drunk phrase is a little blurry.
"What about the others? Anything? It's about the Demon Jokers, right?" I ask, taking a deep breath before putting the joint back behind my ear for an emergency.
He parks the car in Logan's driveway and cuts the engine before slapping his hand against the steering wheel repeatedly. I just sit back and wait until he's done. Sometimes when you bottle all that rage up, it explodes at random times that you can't control it. That's why I never keep it under lock and key, I let my crazy show.
"Yes. I found some stuff that I need to let Logan know, before telling Franco." Nicky finally calms down, tying his black hair back away from his face, and opening the door to get out.
Franco may be the boss around here, but Logan is where our loyalty lies. Franco is slowly losing it. Ever since Helen died he's just become a broken man and he won't ever find that piece he lost with Diana. He can try as hard as he wants, but it's impossible. I'm observant that way.
"Fuck it. Let's go find Logan, but I need to find my bae first. I want to play for a few minutes." I smile wickedly, watching his eyes widening, pupils dilating.
I bet he's picturing his cock slipping past her lips again. It was a sight to remember that's for sure, and that girl can suck like no other even when she pretends to hate it. Patting my pocket to make sure my unicorn is there, I get out of the car and practically run into the house without knocking. We are past that point of pretending I’m not in Logan’s house all the time, I have a key. They can't keep me out.
"I'm going to get Logan. Dalton should be here any minute," Nicky says, walking away with his hands in his pants pockets and climbing the stairs on long limbs as I stroll behind him slowly.
I'm about to follow him up the stairs to Tillie’s room, but something catches my attention out of the corner of my eye. Glancing into the living room, I spot movement and see in the mirror above the fireplace a reflection that's up to no good. In the mirror, it shows Tillie sneaking down the hallway that leads to the master bedroom and Franco's office. Now, what could she be up to? On silent feet, I follow after her until I'm only a few feet away from her as she pauses outside of Franco and Diana’s bedroom. She should really be careful, anyone could sneak up on her.
I'm about to ask her what she's up to but a breathless moan stops me. I step closer until my black t-shirt is almost skimming her back and peek over her shoulder through the cracked door.
Well, well. It looks like Dalton isn't the only one who likes to watch people, but then again, she isn't gripping her breasts in pleasure or slipping her fingers into her panties. I don't blame her. Watching your parent get fucked from behind could scar you for life. I wouldn’t know, but I’m betting it does some damage. I glance down at Tillie and it looks like she's barely breathing as she stares straight ahead but her fingers are trembling by her sides. I follow her gaze and catch sight of Franco staring right at her, not breaking eye contact as he fucks her mom who won't shut the fuck up as she moans like a pig.
It's almost like Tillie isn't even really here when I look down at her. Her gaze is locked on Franco with wide eyes as if she can’t stop staring, even though she wants to look away. The blood drains from her face and I swear she’s muttering the word no in quick hard breaths. Slipping my hand around her waist, she jumps in my grip as I slide my hand over the skin between her shirt and jeans. She glances up at me over her shoulder with dark brown eyes, wide and distant looking. I've been there before. Sometimes you see something that reminds you of the past and it traps you into a memory you wish you didn't have. Reaching around her with my other hand, I glance away from her and lock eyes with Franco who hasn't paused the whole time. I don't like how he's looking at her. She's not his.
Mine. My plaything.
I slam the door so hard that it rattles against the frame and I'm roughly dragging her away down the hall before she can blink. My emotions come out that I try desperately to keep contained in a locked box. Anger isn't something I experience a lot... that could be because I'm always absorbed in my addictions. I currently feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.
Fucking Franco.
