Page 13 of Crave
I spun around and strode away, my knees shaking. I barely made it back to my room before the tears came. My room blurred until I swiped it away and moved. The drawers were first, I righted them, sliding the drawers back in and gathering my underwear. This wasn’t just anger…or frustration.
This was blind rage.
The kind that wasn’t just dangerous.
But lethal too.
I was going to need to be careful around them now. More than I was ever before.
Chapter Four
SILAS
She fucked him.
I looked away as revulsion burned in my gut. Her pleas echoing through the speaker, leaving me to hit the volume and turn it low. The last thing I needed was my brother’s stumbling in to find this.
“Please,my mother begged,” stepping backwards until she sank to the bed.“Don’t make me do this.”
But she did…didn’t she?
She did and then she ruined our goddamn family.
“You want your husband to know about us?” The bastard she was cheating with asked.
Tears slid down her face as she shook her head. The sight of them made me sick.
“Then take off your blouse, Meredith. It’s either you or your daughter and both you and I don’t want that, do you?”
Her or her daughter?
They were both in this?
I shifted my gaze from the screen. This bastard was threatening to fuck my sister instead? Then why the fuck didn’t she let him? This asshole could’ve whored her out for her entire life, for all I cared.
It would’ve been better than this…
Jesus fucking Christ.Was this why dad killed her?Because he somehow found out my mother was having an affair? I put myself in his shoes. Our family lived, breathed and consumed money and connections. That afforded us many things. Protection was one of them.
The blood-spattered study filled my mind. The choking scent of gunpowder forever etched into my memories, mingled with the sight of my parent’s dead bodies.
I turned back to the screen as she unbuttoned her blouse with trembling fingers. “How many more times must we do this? You’ve got what you wanted. I’ve told you everything I know about my husband’s dealings. You have enough to wipe us all out.” Her blouse dropped, leaving her in a black, lace bra.
I nodded my head slowly, that cold, hearted bastard inside growing cold with the realization of just the kind of women my mother and sister were.
“I’m begging you, please don’t make me do this.”
This woman begged. She wasn’t my mother anymore. Not one I ever wanted in my life. She was a cheater. A fucking…whore.
“Clothes…off. I want you to lay back and spread your legs. I want us to record just how perfect your cunt is before I fuck you so hard I destroy it. Then, when you’re full of my cum you can get dressed, get your daughter and go home. I’m sure her training will be done by then. It sounds like Angelica is quite the natural when it comes to giving head.”
I pushed up from the seat at my desk and looked down at the screen.
My mother shook her head, her blubbering words useless as she slid her bra down, revealing sagging breasts and dark, pinched nipples. I’d never looked at my mother like this before. Like she was no different to the bitches I used every other night. Never saw her as anything other than a dutiful wife and an attentive mother. But that…that woman was a lie.
She slid her slacks down, taking her panties with them. I reached up, hitting stop the moment her legs rose and her knees parted. I sure as fuck didn’t need to see that.
I looked at the email again. The one with London St. James personal email address, it took all of me not to hit reply and ask to meet him.
