Suddenly, my phone starts ringing and my fathers name flashes on the screen. Instantly my jaw tightens, but I have no choice but to answer.
“You little fool,” he says on the other side of the line.
“Hi to you too, father,” I respond, looking over at my babydoll, her tits on full display for me, her nipples hard.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
“About what?” I ask, though I know exactly what he means.
“Anastasia!” He screams in pure rage.
“I won the race. I own her.” I keep my sentences short, not in the mood to argue with him. I’m a grown man, and have been for many years.
“You weren’t even allowed to enter,” he scoffs.
“Well,” I shrug, not having much to say in my defence. I did what I had to.
“You sound stupid. We all know you’ve been trying to get your hands on her for years. I hope you’re not pretending to be some hero who saved her from the others.”
“I’m not pretending to be anything. I won something I wanted.” I instantly regret how I called hersomething.
My father laughs at me on the other side, and at the same time, Anastasia takes small steps closer to me. She stops right before me, her nipples brushing against my skin as she looks into my eyes with seduction.
“You should just be happy your brother is the psycho he is. Otherwise this situation would have you dead, I hope you know that, son. She’s Tim’s daughter and you know they’ll come for her. And you know who they will send.”
Anastasia stands pressed against me, and when her tongue meets my skin along with the kisses she presses against my stomach, I almost stubble backwards.
“I... I know.” I barely get the two words out as my eyes fall shut to the warmth she places on my skin.
“And you’ll have to face him again after many years.”
“I’m aware.” I bite back the moan that desperately wants to come out.
“I’ve had enough of you today. Sleep well, son. May the girl keep living.” The line goes dead as he hangs up.
“What did he mean by ‘may the girl keep living?’” she asks, looking up at me with her puppy eyes like they’ll help her escape punishment.
“He meant what he said,” I say, instantly opening the app to my security cameras.
He didn’t mean what he said, it’s code we keep secretly. It means someone is coming. I know my father hates me for keeping her, just as I hate him for many of his doings. But when it comes to life or death, we know where we have each other.
“Put on your clothes again, Anastasia,” I order, seeing a motorbike drive past one of the cameras I installed in the forest.
“Why?” She rolls her nipples between her fingers.Punishment.
“Baby, I need you to put on your clothes for me. And right now, I really need you to just obey me, too.” I keep calm, not wanting her to be afraid of me.But we need to get away from here.
I put on our helmets before grabbing my gun in one hand, Anastasia in the other. My plan was to grab one of the bikes, but as I look at the camera footage, Matheo is already too close and we don’t have time.
I swing the door open and run into the forest with Anastasia in my arms, hiding behind the trees in the shadows. After all, that’s what I’m good at.
“I’m scared.” Anastasia’s voice echoes in my helmet.
“It’s okay, baby,” I say, keeping my focus on the motorbike that comes closer to my house.
The second I see the bike, I know for sure it’s Matheo, and he has come alone. He gets off the bike and knocks on the door, but he doesn’t look surprised as no one comes to open. He looks around like he’s trying to find me, like he knows I’m nearby.
Twin telepathy. I hate it.
