I know my sister.
She’ll want to time her entrance for the perfect moment.
“You couldn’t pay me to fuck you.” I visibly shudder on purpose. “I feel ill at the thought of my cock anywhere near your vile cunt.”
“Ouch.” Bree steps around me, grinning as she spots her archnemesis spreadeagled on my bed. “Talk about lamb to the slaughter.”
Julia shrieks, clutching the comforter and quickly dragging it up to cover her naked body. “What the hell is she doing here?” she yells, glaring daggers at me. “Make her leave. We need privacy.”
“Still so fucking delusional.” Bree fixes me with an evil grin. “I definitely think it’s time to start things as we mean to go on. What do you say, little brother?”
“I love the way your mind works, PC1, and I’m game.”
Before Julia can make a move, Bree jumps on top of her and pins her to the bed with her much taller frame. Opening the drawer of my bedside table, I snatch a set of handcuffs and ankle cuffs from my stash of goodies. Julia screams and thrashes as Bree holds her down while I grab her arms, one at a time, and cuff them to the bed posts. Then I yank the cover off the bed and toss it aside, exposing her naked body while she curses at me and makes all kinds of threats. Removing her heels, cause those things are weapons, I secure her ankles together with the restraints before we both climb off the bed to enjoy our handiwork.
“Untie me now, Jason, or you’ll be sorry!” Julia screams.
Bree looks sideways at me. “I think this pathetic bitch needs to be taught a lesson. I say we offer her for sale on Samite. Let some sick fuck buy her and problem solved. No more fiancée.”
If that was an option, I’d have made it happen already. But the Greed & Gluttony Luminary controls the underworld and Samite—the dark net. The team assigned to this mammoth task contains masters, experts, and grunts from all four families. Mostly we let it operate without interference, but it takes a lot of manpower to watch over everything and gather intel.
“You can’t sell me!” Julia roars. “You’ll sign your own death sentence, you dumb bitch.”
“It would almost be worth it to see you fucked over like that.”
“I think all the drugs you did in South America have rotted your brain,” Julia hisses. “It wouldn’t get that far, but be my guest. Go for it. See what happens.”
Walking over to a chair where Julia placed her clothes, I grab her lace panties and stuff them in her mouth, sick of listening to her whiny self-righteous voice. “That’s better,” I say, enjoying her muffled protests.
“What will we do with her?” Bree waggles her brows and her eyes light up with all manner of dark and devilish delights.
“Let her stew for a few hours to contemplate her poor life choices,” I say before entering my closet and returning a minute later with a video camera mounted on a tripod.
Bree snorts out a laugh. “Do I want to know how you just happen to have one of those lying around?”
“It belongs to Chad.” I don’t elaborate on why I have it in my bedroom or what we do with it. Bree has an active imagination. I’m sure she can figure it out. Placing the tripod at the end of my bed, I set up the video camera to record, and then I walk over to the side and unbutton my jeans.
“Eh, dude, not sure I want to see this.” Bree semi-grimaces as I lower my zipper, and I can only guess where her mind has gone.
“It’s not what you’re thinking.” I flash her an evil grin. “Trust me, you’ll want to see this.”
“Now I’m all kinds of curious.” Bree laughs as she fixes her gaze on the woman tied to my bed.
I whip out my dick and take a piss.
All over Julia.
Tears stab the corners of her eyes, and I whistle as I complete her humiliation. “Golden showers aren’t one of your kinks, huh?” Tucking my dick into my boxers and securing my jeans in place, I lean down, chuckling as she squirms uncomfortably. I stare into her face, enjoying the look of panic, fear, and disgust I see in her eyes. “Be grateful I didn’t shit on you.” Her eyes widen in alarm, and Bree almost chokes on a laugh.
“You are twisted, little brother, but I approve.”
I tower over Julia, gaining sick satisfaction as tears stream from her eyes. “Consider this a warning, fiancée. This is a taste of things to come, and I’m capable of much, much worse. I’ll leave you here to reflect on your own stupidity. If I ever find you in my room or in my bed again, I won’t hesitate to release this video.”
It doesn’t matter it would be removed. Everyone knows when a tape is out there, it’s out there forever. Especially if I share it by text first. She would eternally be a laughingstock, and she knows it. I want to warn her not to make a move against Ash, but that would be counterproductive when I need to convince her I no longer care about our neighbor.
Leaving my bedroom door open, I exit the room with my sister, and we make our way downstairs to grab her bags. “I’ll arrange for a new bed to be delivered,” she says, already tapping away on her cell.
“Thanks. I have a guy collecting your Ducati in the morning,” I confirm. “You can ride with me to school, and it should be here when you get home.” Father will throw a hissy fit when he discovers I hid Bree’s motorcycle from him after she left for South America. He hates how uncouth it makes her look to ride it. It’s the same for Luminary males, so it’s not exactly sexist. More like hypocritical bullshit because appearances matter so much in our world.
