Page 56 of Justyce
I lift my glass in a salute gesture. “I’m fucking peachy.”
Arrow’s cognac hues dip low before finding my graphite pair. “What do you want us to do?”
That one question brings forth conflicting emotions and so many menacing ideas of how to end my father.
Looking toward the three of them, I swirl my whiskey in the glass before tipping it down my throat. The heat burns my tongue and sears my throat and I swallow it down with revelry.
“Acheron and Arrow, you two will go together and find Georgie. Raine and I will go pay Brandy a little visit.”
I stand up with a straight back as Raine squeals, “We’re going to play aren’t we, J baby!”
The smirk tickles the side of my mouth and I nod once. “Yes, Rainey, we’re going to play. Let’s do it.”
“You want us to grab Georgie now?” Acheron enquires.
“Tomorrow. I checked the roster and Brandy and Georgie both have the night off. Brandy would have finished work a few hours ago so Raine and I will go pay her a little visit, see if she complies.”
Raine looks up Brandy’s address from Arcane’s employee database before we say our goodbyes and head toward her sleepy little town.
The drive over was filled with Raine’s excitement, bubbling up and overflowing in my car. She was like a damn kid in a candy store, she wouldn’t shut up. Finally, we pull up behind Brandy’s house and Raine and I look around to make sure the coast is clear then slip on our masks. Once we’re confident no one will notice us, we exit the Aston Martin and sneak through the deteriorated slated fence into her backyard.
The place is rundown something cruel, and it surprises me that she lives in this shithole with the money Arcane pays her.
The ancient looking lime green paint is cracking and falling off the exterior of the house and it makes me wonder exactly where she spends her money.
Creeping up toward the back sliding door, I look down at Raine’s feet to see if she was still wearing those ridiculous heels. I don’t know why I doubted her, this is Raine Voroniva, after all. Her feet are adorned with flats now. The girl is always prepared.
She sidles up to the left side of the sliding door while I inch it open slowly. My ears perk up hearing the sound of moaning coming from inside.
I turn toward Raine to see her cobalt eyes dancing with mischief and her small P365 cocked and ready to play.
I shake my head, stifling the chuckle bubbling up and enter Brandy’s house. The stench of stale beer slams into my nostrils as I look around, taking in the cluster of empty beer bottles.
Raine follows closely behind me and we head toward the illicit sounds. Rounding the corner into what appears to be a lounge room, I see Brandy on the lounge with her legs spread with a massive black vibrator pumping in and out of her while a scene of public disgrace porn plays in the background.
Raine’s whisper tickles my ear as she says, “It’s a pity she’s a traitor and a messy slut, because this is kind of hot.”
My body shakes in silent laughter. Of course Raine’s mind is in the gutter. I swear she was meant to be born a man.
Leaning on the door frame, I watch her in boredom as she chases her climax. Since Kenzi has entered my life again my dick seems to think she’s the only one that can scratch that itch.I really should rectify that.
Brandy’s cries become erratic and I know she’s close, exactly where I want her.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me like the dirty whore I am. Humiliate and degrade me, but please sir, please let me come.” She says to herself, seemingly lost in her fantasy.
I clear my throat as she climbs that peak only to tumble down the hill. Her head snaps toward us and the color drains from her face.
“Hello, Brandy, is this a bad time?” I jeer.
Chapter Seventeen – Justyce
Brandy attempts for modesty by bringing her legs together and throwing the blanket over her thighs.
The realization is painted all over her chocolate skin when she eyes us with our masks in place. This isn’t a social visit, and she’s never seen us with our masks on, except at Arcane.
“What−what are you doing here?” she stammers.
“We could ask you the same thing,” Raine singsongs.
