I want to believe her, I want to think she’ll keep to her word, but years of being pushed back in favor of my little sister, I just can’t.
This time, I won’t get my hopes up—not until she proves it.
Sighing, I pack away my books into my bag before standing. I walk through the quiet library ready to fight through the crowds of students heading to the lunch hall, but as I walk out the door, I halt in surprise at the scene before me.
“You can’t do this, it was consensual, she said yes for fucks sake!” Drake shouts as he fights against the cops who have handcuffed him with his hand behind his back. His shirt is undone, his jeans barely staying up, and I blink.
Holy…
Elizabeth walks down the hallway with a female cop, tears staining her cheeks from embarrassment.
Crap.
Her eyes come my way, and I take a few steps forward, but the cop puts her hand up and says, “Stay back,” and I snap, “She is my little sister!”
The cop nods, but Elizabeth shakes her head and chokes, “I’ll be okay, I’ll see you at home,” and a little bit of pity fills me, something I didn’t think I’d feel for her, especially when she’s done this to hurt me.
Shaking my head, I walk over to her and link my arm through hers, showing her that I’m standing by her despite her mess up, and she sniffles, “I really messed up…” As she leans into me and I hum, not refuting her words.
She knows I’m only doing this because she is my sister, and as soon as our parents come, I’ll head off for practice.
Keeping her head down, Elizabeth allows the cop to guide her towards the principal’s office, and I stay by her side. I know this won’t change her, for about a month, she’ll act like a little princess until she finally gets what she wants again.
I just hope I don’t get burned in her vicious ways, that my heart won’t be broken because she is so set on hurting me and believes the world owes her everything.
Chapter 3
Cage - Age Twenty-Five
I press the joint to my lips before inhaling and I hold the smoke in my mouth for a few seconds before blowing it out and I relax as the weed hits me like I want. Cotton drops down before me seductively. Her back is to me and she looks around with a smirk on her face as she unties her top, using one arm to cover her generous tits. I know from experience they are real and she drops her top completely, making a show out of it. She stands slowly, pushing out her ass that is covered by her G-string near my face.
Men around me cheer, Trixie on another stage doing the splits upside down on the pole, showing her cunt off to every man nearby. I keep my eyes on Cotton, knowing I’ll be fucking her in a minute while doing a line of cocaine off her tits. Mycock twitches with anticipation, making me smirk before I take another hit of my joint.
Carnage Angels Strip is the club's strip joint that my friend, Blaze, manages and I fucking love this place.
When I’m not inside, this is where I come to get my dick wet before going to my dump of an apartment two towns over. I don’t have any personal belongings there, most are in the large three-story home that Dad had built for me behind club property. My apartment is just a place to lay my head while I work at Carnage Tats. The brothers bombarded me to work there when I got released from prison two months ago. I haven’t stayed on the straight and narrow over the years, if anything, I got fucking worse.
My last stint was because I was caught with a kilo of coke, which, in hindsight, was not my proudest moment. I drunkenly told the cop it was for personal use after he pulled me over for doing sixty over the legal limit.
I take another hit of my joint as Cotton slowly slides her body down the pole and spreads her legs as she hits the bottom. I smirk as I catch her cunt now on display and glistening with need.
After my last stint, I half expected the brothers to wash their hands of me. I half expected my dad to disown me. When Whit lashed out at the bunnies again when they complained they never got to ride on my cock, I thought for sure I was a goner. But nope, instead I became the club informant on the inside. I know they are slowly trying to integrate me within the club, it’s why they forced me to take the job at Carnage Tats.
I swallow hard and take another hit of the weed, which is doing fuck all to quiet my thoughts and I know I need a line. Before Angie died, that shop was my dream. Now… now I can’t even stomach it.
Angie has been dead seven years today, seven years since I killed Toya, who killed my baby, then my sister, all because she wanted a patch I never even indicated she would get. The same patch I was handing in to protect my child.
Seven years since I started failing my family. I’ve continued to fail as the years go on, fuck, I think I’ve only been outta prison for five months tops in the past seven years.
“Fuck, it’s a shame they don’t allow men to pay extra to fuck the women here, they’re fucking hot as shit,” some guy groans behind me, and I raise a brow.
“It’s not a fucking brothel, you want shit like that then go to the Charger’s whorehouse. The women there are forced to fuck the men, the Carnage boys don’t force shit like that here,” another man snaps just as a body sits down beside me and I tilt my head before locking eyes with Blaze.
He never grew up inside the club, though we did go to school together. It’s how we got close and became good friends. Blaze grew up in a trailer with his mom, who preferred drugs to him, so he had to fend for himself.
One day, at a school event, Killer, the club's current road captain, came to support us club brats and bumped into Blaze. Safe to say, the fucker was shocked because while Killer has brown eyes and brown hair, Blaze is his double in facial expression and jawline.
He instantly knew Blaze was his son, but Blaze, although he is a part of the club, it isn’t for Killer. Killer is still trying to get his son to speak to him. Blaze is a part of the club for his blood brother.
