"That's not saying much. Anybody could do a better job than your son. The worst sex of my life, that one." I rolled my eyes, surprising Daniel with my comment, and earning a small chuckle from Jared, who tried to cover it with a cough.
"I will let him know." Daniel narrowed his eyes at me as he leaned back a bit.
"Please, do. Spare that poor maid of his from anymore torture."
"What's gotten into you? You're not the same." Daniel noted, trying to piece me together.
"You're right, I'm not."
"Darling, I think your last visit has inflated your ego too much. Two against one isn't very fair." His hand stretched out towards me, grabbing a lock of my hair and twirling it around his fingers. "Don't worry, I'll get you back today."
Just what I need. Go ahead, Daniel, hit me.
"I'll let you get one hit before I beat your ass again."
He laughed as if I said the funniest thing on the planet.
"What's so funny?" Chris' voice came from behind me. He had just stepped through the front door, seeing me, Jared, and Daniel together.
"You're future wife. She's a real comedian." Daniel shook his head, making his way towards the open dining room.
"Still whoring around with my dad, then?" Chris seethed, pushing past me as he walked towards the dining room after his father. He deliberately made his shoulder bump into my own.
"Not with your dad, never with your dad. I've seen your dick. I imagine your father is not much better. Very unsatisfying."
Chris was easier to rile up, seeing him halt his steps when he heard me. He turned with a clear fury in his eyes as he marched back towards me. His hand gripped my jaw hard, not easing for a moment.
"Keep it up, Lisa. I'll show you what I can really do with or without your permission."
"I'd like to see you try," I spat at him, but deep down, his threat made my blood run cold.
Rape seems to be the Darnell's kink.
Maybe not Jared's.
"Just wait, Lisa. I'll show you." He pushed my face back as he let go, walking back towards the dining room.
"Are you okay?" Jared asked, stepping closer to my side and looking at me with concern.
"Just peachy. Do me a favor?"
"Yeah, sure, what's up?"
"Tell me, what makes your dad really mad?"
Jared squinted his eyes at me for a quick second, trying to figure me out. He thought for a moment, looking at his father with trepidation. It would seem that behind that hatred he has for his father, he also holds fear, a deep fear.
"That's not a good idea."
"I can handle it. Just help me out."
He sighed, stepping in front of me so he could look at me head on. His eyes held worry as he took a deep breath and spoke.
"He gets angry at pretty much anything I do. He hates to be the smaller man at the table. Not to mention he goes crazy if you don't listen to his requests. He tries to make them sound like friendly ones, but if you refuse him, all hell breaks loose."
I thought back to the lunch we all had when I first met him. He'd forced me to order actual food. At first I thought it was his way of looking out for me, but now I see it was his way of testing me. Would I be obedient or not? Apparently, I would be. Not anymore though, never again.
"Got it. Thanks Jared." I squeezed his shoulder as I passed him, ready to enter the lion's den. Time to poke the lion and see if He would bite.
