Holy shit, she sucked my dad off while her mother’s body was in the fucking car!
“You want to go down that road?” Dad says in a cold tone that has me shooting her a look to keep her mouth shut. She is pushing him too far now and there is only so much shit Victor Valentine will take before you learn the hard way why he is the prez of the BCB.
“The road where you told me to move out? Or the road where you told me you couldn’t look at me ever again?” Both Zav and I whirl around to face him.
“What does she mean?” Zav asks in a deadly low tone.
Dad shoots Taylor a withering look. “Are you here to cause issues or do you actually need help?”
She drops her attitude and nods. “Yes, I need help.”
“Must be something bad if you came to us,” I mutter.
I wait for her to bite my head off but instead she just drops her gaze to the ground and refuses to look at any of us. “I saw someone do something I shouldn’t have.”
“Is thatsomeonethe owner of that 96 Camaro parked out front?” Dad pushes.
She pushes her tongue into her cheek and nods. “Yeah.”
“Trent, get rid of the car but scrub it down first,” he orders.
“Not my first rodeo, Pops,” I answer.
“I want every detail about thissomeone,” Dad says to her.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“Zav, take your sister home. I’ll meet you there soon.” Zav nods.
“Maybe we should quit the wholesisterthing,” she snarks.
“Why?” Dad hedges.
An evil glint enters her eyes as she looks up at him. “Sounds a bit weird calling me that when I’ve fucked one of them, toyed with the other and sucked your dick…Daddy.” The fucking air whooshes out of me as I watch her fine ass march out that door.
“Jesus,” Dad snaps when she’s gone.
“She’s gonna fuck shit up around here,” I add.
“Everything was fucked the moment she moved in with us.” I shoot Zav a look that has him shrugging his shoulders. “No point in lying. We’ve all been miserable sons of bitches since she left, because we all want her and have no idea how to deal with that because none of us like to share. But, we’re gonna have to learn because I’m not giving her ass up this time.”
CHAPTER THREE
TAYLOR
The ride back to their house is filled with tension. I refuse to utter a single word to Zav. When we don’t go the same way I remember, I purse my lips but say nothing. The second he hangs a left and heads to the wealthy area of town, I look over at him. This time, the fucker just keeps his gaze ahead and doesn’t even acknowledge me.
When we finally pull into the driveway, my eyes bug out of my head. This isn’t the rundown shack I remember living in. This is a fucking mansion! Zavier puts the car in park, then reaches into the back seat to grab his cut. I stare at the emblem on the back and sigh. The arrow through the heart is the signature trademark of the Broken Cupid Brotherhood.
I say nothing as I follow him inside. The house is fucking huge and decked out in the nicest furniture. I try not to look around or appear interested. Zav grunts and motions for me to follow him upstairs. We pass two bedrooms. I peek inside to see they are his and Trent’s rooms. He stops next to a room at the end and pushes the door open, then motions for me to go in.
I step inside and instantly the color drains from my face. All the things I left behind at the old house when I ran are all here: pictures, posters, jewelry, makeup and even my fucking plushtoys! I move toward the walk-in wardrobe and flick the light on. My stomach drops at the sight of my clothes hanging there.
“The bathroom is in there. Dad will be here soon,” Zav mutters. I whirl around to see him about to leave, so I ask.
“Why?” He keeps his back to me as he answers.
“You’re family.” My heart cracks inside my chest.
