“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tori!” My brother sounds annoyed, but I hear him snort in amusement before the door bangs closed again as I shudder through the rest of my orgasm. The girl is too far gone, the drugs riding her system hard, to care about someone being at the door. I flick the girl’s clit a couple of times with my tongue as I feel her thrash underneath me, oversensitive to my touch, before removing my fingers and licking them clean. Rolling onto the floor, I quickly stand up and look around for my dress. I grab the girl’s top off the ground and wipe my face and fingers clean on it before throwing it at her and pulling my dress over my naked body. I pick up the remaining pills and throw them in her lap.
“The next time you come into my club and want drugs without coughing up the green stuff, I’ll have you beaten so badly, those plastic tits will pop.” I pick up my gun, and her lust-filled gaze quickly turns frightened as she scrambles to her feet. The only problem with dresses like this is I have nowhere to put my gun. I wave it in her direction, and she shrieks. “Now get the fuck out of my office, and if you tell anyone about this exchange, someone will be coming for you. Otherwise, everyone will think they can score without having to pay.”
She teeters toward the door, still a little shaky from me rocking her world. I mean, it’s only fair that she got something too, especially because her fear makes the orgasm I just got so much better. The thrill of forcing someone to do something they normally wouldn’t is intoxicating. I follow behind her and stick my head out, talking to the roided up goon waiting on the other side.
“Follow her and make sure she doesn’t cause any problems.”
He nods and lumbers after her as my brother shoves his way past me.
“God, it smells like pussy in here, which would be fucking hot if you weren’t my sister.” He screws up his nose in disgust and goes to throw himself on the couch, but I hold my hand up.
“Ah, I wouldn’t. She was a squirter.” He pauses, his mouth dropping open as he glances between me and the couch, looking interested at first but then shuddering before sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk. I walk past him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, and he scrunches up his face as he pushes me away.
“Ew, don’t, you smell like cunt again and that’s just not right.”
A genuine smile crosses my face for the first time tonight, and a laugh escapes as I slip into the bathroom attached to the office and clean myself up. “What’s so important that you unlocked my door and barged in? Anyone else, and I would have shot them,” I call through the door, feeling curious because if the door’s locked, he’d normally have been happy to wait.
A frown crosses his face, and he stiffens, putting me on high alert. “It’s who’s in line waiting to get into the club that’s the problem.” There’s only one person Gio would be worried about me seeing, and I feel my own body stiffen.
“Fuck, really?” I sigh and step out of the bathroom. I suddenly feel like I’m back in high school at the start of my senior year—a year that should have been filled with parties and fun and milestones. Instead, it was full of sadness, grief, and anger.
Then I remember I’m a fucking badass, and if they cause me any grief, I’ll just kill them. I’ve discovered a bullet through the brain can solve most problems. “It’s fine, Gio. Let them in. Knowing them, they’ll become some of our most valued clientele. They’ve all got a lot of money to splash around. I’ll be fine, I’m not that girl any longer. They will figure that out soon enough.”
He stands up and leans over to kiss me on the cheek before thinking better of it. “Wash the scent of pussy off your face and come join me in the box. We need to show them who the real king and queen of Suncity are. It’s about time they worked out who is in charge around here.”
ChapterOne
One year ago
“Oh my God, Tori. I can’t believe your mom and dad trust you to stay home alone when they go out of town for two weeks.” My best friend Stacey bounces up and down on my king-sized bed, her excitement sparkling in her cornflower blue eyes. “Mine won’t leave me overnight, let alone for that long.”
I shrug my shoulders, my long black braid flipping over my back with the movement. “It’s not like I’m on my own, Gio’s here too and Dad trusts him to look after both of us. Not to mention Penelope had a catering company cook meals and freeze them for us before she left, and the cleaning service is still coming by. Basically, all I have to worry about is buying school supplies for the new semester and having as much fun as possible before it starts.”
Stacey squeals in excitement and jumps off the bed, racing over to her overnight bag and pulling out a bottle of vodka. She holds it up in her hands like she’s a game show hostess. “Speaking of having fun, I brought party favors.” I roll my eyes at her. My parents have a fully stocked bar, and they wouldn’t even notice if we took anything, but she says it’s more illicit and exciting if she steals it from a liquor store. I have no idea how this girl doesn’t have a criminal record.
“Come on. Let’s go downstairs and find something to mix it with. I’m not drinking it straight,” I tell her before heading out of my bedroom. The rooms in our house are basically soundproof, so the minute I open the door, the sound of my brother’s party hits my ears. Music is playing, and voices drift up the stairwell.
My brother is a year older than me and just graduated from high school. He’s always been one of the cool kids, so his parties are always really popular. Stacey and I are popular adjacent, but she is determined to upgrade now that we’re going to be seniors and ride Gio’s coattails, so to speak. Me, I don’t care either way. I’d rather have friends who like me for me as opposed to who I am and what I can do for them. My family has money. We live in a nice two-story, six-bedroom house, and Dad owns and runs quite a few businesses in the city we live in, but we live a quiet life. He travels a lot for business, mostly within the States, but sometimes he goes overseas. My stepmom used to stay behind when we were smaller so that our lives weren’t disrupted, but now that we’re older, she accompanies him everywhere. She’s the quintessential Stepford wife, eager to please my father and just as eager to spend his money.
“Tori!” My brother’s voice draws my attention to him, and a smile crosses my lips when I find him center stage surrounded by his groupies. His black hair is tousled, and I’m not sure if he did it deliberately or if some bimbo has been running her hands through it. It’s probably the latter, since he’s such a man whore. His blue eyes sparkle with sadistic mirth. I know that look, it’s the one that says Gio is up to no good. He’s looking to fuck or fight. I’d put my money on both, I know him well.
His groupies look up when he calls my name. They are all sycophants, competing with one another to establish themselves as my brother’s number one, but they fail to realize that position is already filled. There are only nineteen months between the two of us, and we’ve been thick as thieves for as long as I can remember. Him being a boy and me being a girl has never made a difference. One thing Dad instilled in us from a very young age is that blood is everything. If you can rely on your blood, then you never need anyone else. It may seem lonely, and don’t get me wrong, we both have other friends, but he’s my ride or die.
“Come do shots with me,” he demands, and I head over to where he’s sitting. He shoves the guy sitting next to him hard. “Move and let her sit.” Stacey drifts up behind me and waits.
The guy who looks like he’s two sheets to the wind stares at Gio in confusion before it switches to anger. “You want me to move for your sister? What the fuck for? It’s not like she’s sucking your cock or anything.”
The group instantly falls silent. The party continues all around us, but the core group here knows that this guy basically volunteered for a beatdown. No one disrespects our family.
“What did you just say?” my brother growls menacingly, and the guy swallows nervously, looking to the group for backup. I smirk as the rest of them avoid his gaze.
“Man, I would get it if the bitch you wanted me to move for was polishing your knob, but dude, I can’t believe you’re making me move for your kid sister.” The guy’s whining like a bitch by the end of his sentence, and the people next to him all scramble to move out of the way. I just watch in amusement, pouring Gio, Stacey, and me a shot of black sambuca from the bottle on the table as my brother stands to his full height, the slow movement an intimidation technique that seems to work well. The guy shrinks back before squaring his shoulders and sitting straight again.
Height runs in my family, but for some fucking reason, I didn’t get it. I’m five-five, and my brother is almost a full foot taller than me. He towers over the guy who has put his foot in it big time. The scowl on Gio’s face is enough to make any sane person piss his pants, but drunk boy still doesn’t get it. He laughs nervously.
“Did you just talk smack about my sister? My sister is worth more than a million bitches who may be sucking my dick.”
The guy shrugs his shoulders.
