Page 14 of Justyce
“No worries, ma.” I place a kiss on her head and walk down the marble hallway to my father’scave, as my mother referred to it.
This house resembles a fucking museum, and I hate it. Expensive art hangs from the golden color walls and the eyes in the paintings follow my every move. It’s always creeps me the fuck out.
I hold my head high and ignore the flashy chandeliers hanging from the ornate ceilings, the sculptures and arrangements of flowers all around the house until I reach the solid timber door.
My body pulses with pent up energy, anger being the most prominent. However, I won’t allow my father to see any cracks in my façade. After all, I’m certain it’s his favorite foreplay and what gets him hard at night. I don’t dwell on that and yank the door open.
“Father, I’m here.”
I don’t wait for a response because I know I won’t receive one. No doubt he’sbusy. Scowling, I trudge down the timber floored vestibule until I reach the open area to see it exactly as I thought it would be − empty.
I allow my eyes to adjust to the fire lit room as the smell of cigars and whiskey hit my nostrils. Clenching my jaw, I look over to the closed bedroom door before strutting to the bar to pour myself a whiskey. Pulling out a cigarette from my pant pocket and lighting it up, I pick up the glass and fall unceremoniously into the worn leather lounge. Immediately the smell of the tobacco wafting around me eases the tension in my body.
My head falls back and I close my eyes as I bring the cigarette to my mouth and take a long draw of nicotine into my lungs. I hold it before releasing it.
Bringing the glass to my lips, I take a sip of the whiskey and relax into the couch, welcoming the heat sliding down my throat. I hear the door creak and open an eye to see a young blonde walking out the room. I take another toke of the cigarette to prevent myself throwing caution to the wind and putting a bullet in my father’s head for fucking around on my mother, right in her face, in her house, again. I know he doesn’t care nor respect her, I’ve come to terms with that But the fury never leaves my fucking veins.
He struts out after the woman with that infamous leering smirk and a cigar hanging from his lips as he zips his pants up. I fucking loathe him and the fact that I look so much like him. The one defining characteristic I inherited off my mother is her eyes. I’m thankful daily that I don’t have to look in the mirror and see my father’s pallid blue eyes staring back at me, judging me and ridiculing me.
I bring the whiskey to my lips and sip as I nod toward him. “Father.”
“Justyce. It’s a pleasure, son.”
It’s not and we both know it.
He takes a seat and whistles to the woman. “Sally, kneel.” He points to the floor. I hadn’t even realized the woman had stayed. This one must mean something to him if he’s allowing her to remain in our presence while we talk business. Either way she’ll end up dead if he so desires it.
I suck my cheek into my mouth and chew on it in attempt to hide my contempt. The way my father’s pale eyes crinkle at the side, I know I’ve failed.
Bringing the smoke back to my lips, I draw in another drag and release it. “So, what exactly do we need to discuss? I thought the meeting was set up and ready to go.”
“Oh, it is.” He pushes his greying blonde hair back out of his face and his thin lips smirk at me once more. Fuck I hate him.
I stand up and straighten my pants and shirt readying to leave. My father is on his power trip once more and I want no part in it.
“Sit down, Justyce. We aren’t finished. Sally, come here and be a good girl and suck my dick while I talk to my son.”
I bite down on my teeth so hard I’m sure he hears them fucking crack. He knows what he’s doing, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it because he is the Mafia Boss.
I’m not dumb. I know I would be dead if he didn’t have a use for me. I’m his only living heir and in our world that means something.
The slurping sounds echo around the room and I train my eyes to stay focused on his and not what’s going on between his legs.
The knowing smirk on his face signals that he knows exactly what I’m doing. “After the goods are exchanged, I want them killed,” he grunts.
My head snaps back. “What? Why? We’ve been dealing with these guys a little over a year. I thought you were happy with them?”
His dark chuckle bounces around the den. “A means to an end, boy. Besides, there is a snitch among their group and we can’t have that now can we? His head cants to the side, begging me to object as he strokes Sally’s blonde hair.
“Do you really think this is wise call, father?”
“Are you going to defy a direct order?” he says back at me, daring me.
He wants a fight but he won’t get it from me. I peer down at my Rolex. I need to get the fuck out of here and clearly he’s made up his mind. Kenzi will be here in a couple of hours and I need to get my head straight before my wish finally comes true.
I stand and nod my head at my father. “Anything else?”
He groans and thrusts his hips up as he holds Sally’s face in place while she gags on his cock. I force a smile on my face and say, “I guess not. Enjoy your blowjob,dad.” With that, I turn on my heel and with effort strut out of the den when all I want to do is run.
