“I was in North Lowell when I got your call. Got here as fast as I could.”
“Sit your ass down,” he barks, pushing me toward a small cluster of wooden chairs residing against the side of the warehouse.
“I’d rather stand.”
“There’s a time to follow the rules and a time to deliberately break ’em,” the older man says, shoving me down into a chair. “Word to the wise. This ain’t the time to break ’em.” Jose props his foot up on the chair beside me, leans his elbow on his knee, and points his gun in my face. “Wanted to introduce you to Deke here,” he says, jerking his head sideways at his younger companion.
I’d put him at mid-twenties, but it’s hard to tell with the facial tattoos and the ugly-ass scar running along one cheek. Dude is ripped too and heavily armed. It’s obvious he’s a veteran of this life, and I’m in way over my head. Yet there is no turning back, even if I wanted to find a way out. “He’ll be your contact point from now on. Midnight Sunday is the regular drop-off and pickup time. For security reasons, we’ll vary the location.”
Deke slaps a cell in my hand. “That’s a burner and the only cell you call me from, understood?”
His accent isn’t Californian and I wonder if he’s transferred here from a different Sainthood chapter.
“Understood.” I will gladly use the untraceable phone. I know Ash is right to be concerned. What I’m doing could seriously fuck up my future, so I’ll do what I can to cover my tracks and hide this part of my life.
“Our guy is loading up your truck as we speak,” Jose confirms. “Ensure the product is sold before the next meet. Our new supplier has their fingers in lots of different pies. You get requests for other product, just let me know.”
“Okay.” I doubt I’ll have issue offloading supplies on a campus the size of LU. In previous years, a local gang controlled the drug market on campus, but the new leader of The Sainthood got rid of that problem over the summer. Now, Jose and his boss are eager to stamp their mark on this turf. They have ambitious plans to rebuild The Sainthood to even greater heights, so owning the monopoly at LU is a big coup.
“We have recruited a few other distributors,” Jose explains. “For obvious reasons, we will keep things separate. We won’t divulge their details to you and vice versa.” He hands me a distinctive brown leather bracelet stamped with a fire emblem.
“You spot anyone selling on campus wearing one of these, he’s our guy and not a threat,” Deke says. “You spot anyone else selling shit, you take his pic, get his name, and send the deets to me.” He flashes me a devilish grin. “We’ll take care of the problem.”
I really don’t like the fucking sound of that, but I mount no protest. “Understood,” I say.
“Get the fuck out of here, pissant,” Jose says, tapping his gun against my cheek. “And don’t be fucking late to a meet again.”
ChapterEight
Ares
Standing under the warm spray in my en suite shower, I jerk my dick faster when I feel the familiar tingle start in my spine. With all the new metal in my cock, I had to learn different masturbation techniques, which I’ve put to good use since Ash and that pussy Chad moved in on Friday.
My stepsister is a total slut.
She lets him bang her whenever he wants, however he wants, and she’sveryloud when having sex. It’s been a strange weekend locked in a pleasure-pain constantly aroused cycle as I jerk off non-stop while listening to and watching them fuck.
I hate the sleazy prick, even more so now. He doesn’t deserve a woman like Ash.
Which is one of the reasons I intend to steal her from him and break them up.
It’s already so fun toying with my little sister, but the best is yet to come—pun intended.
“Damn,” I hiss, tugging my dick harder when my balls lift and tighten, and my release is imminent.
Closing my eyes, I visualize us together, like I have been doing these past six months. In this particular fantasy, I have Ashley’s silver-purple hair wrapped tight around my fist and her naked body pressed flush against a window as I roughly fuck her from behind, slamming in and out of her with my pierced dick as she screams and moans and pleads for more. All while pussy one and pussy two look on from outside with mournful expressions that quickly morph into anger.
My arousal spikes, equally spurred on by visions of nailing Ash and her fuckboys’ obvious rage. I explode all over the tiled wall, grunting as my elongated cock spurts ropes of cum in a seemingly endless arc.
Thank fuck, my last piercing is healed, and I can resume sexual activity. I have had the worst blue balls for weeks. I have wanted a Jacob’s ladder piercing for a long time, but I never had the patience to deny myself sex. Until I moved into my new home and began sharing living space with my smoking hot new stepsister. No other woman existed after that. That bitch is all I see.
Ash is a cunt in more ways than one, but I love that about her. From my stalking, I knew she was beautiful, but she still stole my breath when I came face to face with her for the first time. Her instant dislike of me was the cherry on top. Nothing gets my juices flowing more than when she’s mouthing off at me. Her involvement with those two idiots only added to the attraction. After all, they were who led me to her. Though it would have happened anyway when Mom fell in love with her dad.
It just confirms I am on the right path.
The sexual tension between us is growing by the day, and I can’t wait until she gives in. I actually hope she doesn’t at first. Forcing her to confront her attraction to me will be all the sweeter.
Turning off the shower, I get out and grab a towel, drying off quickly before wrapping it around my hips. I head into my bedroom, making a beeline for my closet. I’m reaching for a clean pair of jeans when an idea comes to me. Chuckling to myself, I forget about clothes and dump my towel on the ground, walking downstairs stark naked. I know the others are up because it’s their first day of classes and I heard them moving around before I jumped in the shower.
