My father walks around the room, moving from guest to guest. Drinking and snorting coke up his nose. Every once in a while he’ll stop in front of one of the guest and pull out his phone.
No pictures are being taken but the conversation turns from lust filled to business. I don’t know what they are talking about sitting all the way over here but what I do notice is that everytime my father approaches someone to talk about business, several women follow right along with him. Almost as if my father was using the women in the room to distract the men from what they really should be focused on.
It was a trick. The women weren’t here so everyone could have fun. They were here as pawns. Pieces in my father’s game.
These so called savy business men might just sign their lives away if it meant one of these girls would show them a little attention.
A soft chuckle bubbles out of my mouth and I have to bite down on my lip to keep it from getting too loud. Unfortunately, one of the women notices and comes in my direction.
I swallow down hard. It’s not that I don’t like women, if I’m honest I jerk off at least three times a day.
Figuring out what to say to them, trying to impress them is really where I have the most problems, but these women are not the same as the ones I know from school. No, these women are nothing but chess pieces, and my father wants me to learn the game.
If I learn, maybe he’ll finally ease up a little; maybe he’ll see me as worthy. Maybe one day there won’t be so much disappointment in his eyes.
“You ever seen a naked woman before sweetheart?” The woman closest to me asks.
“A woman, yeah. Never a whore.”
Her eyes widen and my father darts his gaze in my direction. No anger this time. This is what he wants. This is how I fly under the radar.
“A whore, huh. You’ve got a filthy mouth, little boy. Maybe you should put it to use.” She leans forward as if she’s going to kiss me, but I don’t let her. Instead I grab her chin hard, squeezing her cheeks with my fingertips until she squeals in pain.
“Do you really think I’d let someone like you touch me? You’re not here for me, go do your job before I have my father drop you on the curb where you belong.”
She whimpers and literally crawls away on her hands and knees.
The power is intoxicating.
This time when I look back up at my father there is a ghost of a smile there. I’ve pleased him.
This is my purpose. How I can be useful in my family. My father is set on bringing me into this world of sex, drugs, and women.
I can’t shy away from it. No, instead, I’m going to make it mine.
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Killian
I’m one sexy-ass man.
It doesn’t matter what angle I turn, I can’t find any flaws.
My face is clear and smooth. My eyes are near hypnotic. My body is sculpted to perfection. Even the hair on my head is thick, lush enough to be featured in any shampoo commercial.
Yeah, I’m sexy. I have to be. After all, that’s what I sell. Not from myself but from the women that I employ. I let the feds believe my club is nothing more than an exclusive lounge for wealthy members, but in the back rooms those same members can have every one of their wildest dreams come true.
Sexual. Emotional. … Sadistic.
I stretch my arms over my head just to make sure my shirt is fitting perfectly. I know it is. It better be, after all this is a Tom Ford suit that cost well over a thousand dollars. It better fit correctly.
My eyes are bright, I’m well rested, and I'm ready to get started with my day. It’s nearly five in the evening. The perks of being responsible for the fun part of the family business.
Cormac is responsible for the growth of our businesses, Declan is responsible for the obedience, and I’m responsible for the relationships.
I walk out of my private wing of the club and into the hallway that leads to where everything takes place. The second I step out, I’m greeted with reflection after reflection of myself. There are mirrors on every wall and the ceilings.
My gait is sure, slow and steady. I don’t have to rush for anyone. Cormac may have crowned himself the king of our family, but in this club I am a God.
