“Don’t fucking touch me. Or my cigarette.”
She turned on the doe-eyed look she used when she wanted to get her way. I was immune to it at this point because I’d been dealing with her bullshit on-and-off all summer.
I was over it. I was over her. But she wouldn’t take the hint.
“Fine. I’ll go dance with Layla,” Lauren said as she looked at one of the club whores over by the pool table. She was in the middle of giving my best friend Bash a mediocre blowjob. I knew it was mediocre because she blew me last night, and I’d definitely had better.
I shrugged as Lauren stormed off. I lit up another cigarette as soon as my first was done and blew a smoke ring.
The main door swung open and I thought my fucking eyes were playing tricks on me. I thought I might’ve been hallucinating, because there was no fucking way the person I thought about way too much was actually here in the flesh. The girl walked in dragging a suitcase and a duffle bag. No–it was a woman. Definitely a woman with lush curves and big tits, thick thighs I wanted to bury my face in.
She looked around, observing all of us heathens in the midst of fucking and getting drunk. Her eyes locked on me for a moment before breezing past like she didn’t know who I was.
My cock hardened in my pants looking at my little brat.
At least when I looked at her now, I didn’t feel like an all-out pervert. She’d turned eighteen over the summer.
Fuck, she’d filled out since I’d seen her last. It’d been two years since she’d shown herself around here. She had been dorky, a little chubby, and shy. Now she was a fucking knockout. She was curvy and gorgeous. Her deep red hair was smooth and wavy. She was tall and had an hourglass figure some would kill for–even though she tried to hide it with that oversized sweater.
I hated like hell that I could’ve had her–this beautiful mess of a woman could’ve been mine–but I fucked it up and broke her heart. I didn’t deserve her or her time, but that didn’t stop me from wanting her.
I looked over at Bash as he shoved his dick back into his jeans, his eyes lit up like fucking fireworks as he spotted her. The asshole always had a soft spot for Emilia. Layla was still on her knees as he ran over to her and picked her up, spinning her around, making her giggle. Someone had to be pretty important to make him stop a blow job before he shot his load.
Emilia’s smile fell as soon as I joined their rendezvous.
“What are you doing in our neck of the woods, brat?”
“Didn’t my dad tell you? I'm moving in.” Her ruby lips curled into a smile as my stomach knotted.
“What the fuck? No, he didn’t tell me,” I spat. “Did you know about this?” I asked Bash.
He threw his hands up in surrender. “I had no idea Emmy would be joining us. Can’t say I’m mad about it.”
“It wouldn't matter if you were. The rest of my bags are outside. Can you bring them to my room? Thanks,” Emilia said, not waiting for a reply. She rolled her suitcase to the hallway where all the rooms were. Whereherroom was, kept in pristine condition even though it hadn’t been used in two years.
Her hips swayed, attracting the eyes of every motherfucker in this place.
“Goddammit. What is Eli thinking asking her to move in here?” I took a deep breath, shoving my dark hair away from my eyes and looking for something to punch. I felt cagey, on edge with her around.
“Maybe he was thinking he wanted to spend time with his daughter? Or maybe he wanted her to be safe. There’s no safer place than here, and with all the fights and shootings–” Bash said before I cut him off.
“I know. I fucking know. But what’s there to be worried about when you’ve been living high on the hog in a mansion your whole life? What the fuck is there for the little princess to worry about?”
“That’s a great question, son, and I’ll tell you.” Eli’s voice boomed from behind me. I turned around to greet my Prez, but he had his arm around his daughter. She scowled, having heard every word I said about her.
“Eli, I–”
“Actually, I want to address everyone. Even the whores,” Eli said, cutting the music and stopping a threesome taking place in the corner. “My daughter will be staying with us for the foreseeable future. She will be treated with respect while she’s here. She understands this life and how we are, but I would appreciate keeping things like threesomes and drugs out of the clubhouse. That’s why you all have your ownprivaterooms–use them.”
My brothers murmured to each other as they listened to their President–and they would listen. They knew the punishment if they didn’t. Although that meant I was beholden to the stupid fucking rules as well, something I had a problem with.
“We can’t just change everything because she showed up unannounced.” I was playing with fire by questioning Eli, but I couldn’t help it. Emilia the brat always got her way, and I was tired of it.
He dropped his arm from Emilia and stepped up to me, narrowing his eyes, ready to spit some vitriol in my direction. “I’m not going to say this again, Gabriel. Emilia has been through enough and doesn’t need your lip adding more stress. So keep your opinions to yourself and know your place.”
My place? Like VP was something to scoff at. If Dad wasn't rotting six feet under, I’d be set to take over as President soon. The only reason Eli held the throne was because I wasn’t able to take over yet–too young and inexperienced. The old man wanted to shit on my position while he held what was rightfully mine.
“Why is she here? You know the safest place for her is as far away from Castle Grove as possible.” I focused my stare on the fiery redhead, feeling every ounce of fury she pointed in my direction.