Chapter 8

Nicky

"Come on, I have a surprise for you," I gruffly say, rearranging my hard as fuck cock in my pants as I grab Tillie's hips and lift her out of the lounge chair.

Tillie's gaze goes down until her eyes latch on the front of my pants where my dick is straining to break free and shove into her perfect as fuck pussy. A smirk slowly spreads across her mouth. She bites her lush bottom lip and raises her dark chocolate eyes towards mine with a wicked glint.

Fuck. I love when she looks up at me with those doe eyes that are so expressive.

"What surprise? I'm going to be honest, I don't know if I can take another spanking. My ass is so sore, it freaking burns." She grimaces, rubbing her hands over her butt cheeks with a pout that makes me want to spank her again.

"Stop being a brat and come on." I send her a mocking glare, trying so hard to hide my expression… my feelings, but I'm so tired of it.

For once, I'd like to be able to let go and just fucking breathe without having to wear a mask on my face all the time. Tillie brings out the good in me. Don't get me wrong, I'm still a bad guy, that won't ever change, but I can still treat her like someone who is precious to me—because she is. I don't want to be unfeeling like my father. He's a disgusting human being that only cares about himself. I always thought I would have to hide every emotion, every expression. It was supposed to be a weakness if you showed even an ounce of love. Tillie and Tey… they bring out these feelings that I'm not going to contain anymore.

Fuck Jin.

I'll kill him before he can hurt the ones I love. No more hiding. I'm bringing the fight to him when he least expects it. Kill or be killed. It's time.

Logan walks ahead of us and Tillie raises a brow at me in question, but she shakes her head when she notices my lips are sealed. Tillie walks over to Logan as he waits for her, throwing his arm over her shoulder. He glances down at her with a small smile, looking happy, like really happy for once. My gaze shifts over to Tillie as she turns her head to look up at him, her expression a mix of contentment and a hint of sadness.

Like I said, it's hard for her to hide her feelings. Logan frowns, his brow furrowed as she smiles slightly at him. She says she forgives us, but I don't think it's that easy or simple. We have to earn her trust so I'll step up and be the man she needs.

I follow behind them as they exit the pool room, heading back in the direction we came from, towards the sounds of the guys talking and Isabella scolding them. I like Dom's grandmother, she doesn't take any shit from anyone. With four huge, strange men standing in her kitchen, she still manages to stare down at us, even though she's short.

The moment we step through the kitchen archway, Nicola comes barreling at Tillie with a warrior's battle cry that's more like a shriek and tackles her into a hug.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Babe! You are a freaking boss! Big titties, little waist!" Nicola shouts at the end as she draws away from Tillie, rubbing her shoulder against the side of her cheek with her tick.

I'm very protective of my little sister. I'd kill for her, and protect her, no matter what. I've always stepped in whenever some asshole makes fun of her just because she has Tourettes. It's not every second that she has her Tourettes, it comes and goes randomly, depending on her emotions. She's so strong and I'm fucking proud of her every day. It's just part of who she is. People can be cruel, but she stands up for herself and that makes me proud. I'll always have her back, even when she thinks I can be unfeeling, showing signs that I really am Jin's son. I think another reason I'm in love with Tillie is because of how she doesn't care, she treats my sister like any other person. She doesn't see her as being different.

I need to find a way to show Tillie that I love her. I'm a man of few words, so I'm not sure how to use my words when they matter the most.

"Real hot girl shit!" Tillie laughs, her face lighting up with joy. "Girl! You were listening to Megan Thee Stallion without me? That's a song meant to be sung together by besties. I'm really glad you're here, I have a lot to tell you."

"So I've heard." Nicola glares at me over Tillie's shoulder, like she's planning my murder. "Nicky, I'm so pissed at you—Pauly want a cracker?—that I'm going to kick your ass." Her expression is a mixture of pissed off and disappointed.

"I know. I give you permission," I reply in a choked voice, hating how I've let down my little sister.

Nicola stares at me in shock at my admission, and I let my mask slip a little so she can see my regret. She blinks slowly at me, her lip curling at the corner as she makes a ticking sound like a car engine turning over.

"Where's Evan?" Tillie questions, heading over to Tey to sit down in his lap without hesitation as he opens his arms for her.

I used to feel a burning sensation in my chest when they were together like this, but now all I feel is contentment, like this is it for me. My real family. A place where I feel at peace. I like seeing Tey nuzzling into her neck with a happy sigh as he stares at me across the kitchen. His crystal blue gaze always ensnares me with burning heat and a look of obsession. It gets me hot and really fucking bothered, and doesn't take much for him to get my cock painfully hard. With one glance, my cock is pushing against my slack zipper, begging to be let out to slap across his face. I think I'm going to be walking around the rest of my life with a semi-hard cock with Tey and Tillie always in my thoughts.

"Right here. You okay, Tillie?" Evan says from next to Isabella as she hands him plates to set the big family table that looks like it could hold twenty people.

"I'm okay. It's so good to see you guys," Tillie gushes, beaming at Evan as he goes over to her and hands her a plate.

He keeps his distance, making sure his hands don't touch hers… Smart man. Tey eyes him like a predator, close to snapping his teeth at him if he gets too close, and I keep my eyes on him as Nicola moves over to his side, leaning against his arm. Evan gulps so loudly that I can hear him across the kitchen as I stare coldly at him. He would be dead for dating my sister, but I've only ever seen him treating her nice, so he'll live, for now.

"Stop glaring in the corner and take a seat." Isabella chuckles at me and waves her spoon towards the dining chairs.

I'm not about to argue with her, she's a force to be reckoned with. Dom helps by carrying dishes to the table with Dalton. Logan sits on the other side of Tillie and Tey like he can't be too far from her, as if she'll leave his sight and change her mind about him.

I don't blame him. I have that worry too.

Everyone gathers around the table, pulling out chairs and passing around dishes. I sit on the other side of Tey, stretching my arm along the back of his chair as I lean back in mine, relaxed for once in my life.

Strange that it's in Dom's house, but I'm beginning to realize that he's not the bad guy Jin has made him out to be. He's not my enemy but an ally.

The only thing you can hear is the scraping of forks against the china plates Isabella pulled out. You can almost feel the tension in the air, like everyone is avoiding the elephant in the room. I pick at my eggs, my appetite gone because of the discussion coming. I lazily run my fingertip back and forth on the back of Tey's neck, feeling him shiver before shifting Tillie on his lap so she can feel his cock straining in his pants.

"So, what's the game plan?" Dalton laces his fingers behind his head, crossing his ankles as he leans back in his seat. "Since no one's talking about it, I'll go first. I don't want Tillie going to the auction. We all know it's a trap."

He's not wrong, but it could be a lot worse for us if we don't show.

"If we don't show up, we'll get taken out one by one when we're alone. Jin isn't going to try anything at the auction, like kill us off. Important people are going to be there, especially ones that are going to help Franco get into office," I say casually while grinding my teeth, only to roll my eyes when Dom takes out the gun from his belt loop and starts to take it apart.

"I'm going to run some errands. Lovely to meet you all," Dom's grandma announces, excusing herself when we start talking business. "Be safe," she warns, and then she's gone, out the back French doors.

"Kill us off!" Evan shouts, his fork clinking against his plate as he drops it.

I think he's in shock, but he better suck it up. At least he looks protective of my sister as he wraps his arm around her waist and edges his body on the chair like he's going to bolt for the door with her.

"You good, kid? Who do you think the fuck we are? Did you think those rumors around school were a lie?" Logan scoffs, staring at Evan with a scowl.

"Well… no. I just didn't expect to talk about killing over breakfast," he mutters, letting out an exhale as Nicola whispers something in his ear.

"If you're with her then you're in. No backing out. What happens in murder club, stays in murder club." Tey stares Evan down without blinking until you can hear an audible gulp in reply.

"Be nice. Evan, no one is making you do anything. We can save this talk for later," Tillie encourages, narrowing her eyes at Logan, as if daring him to say something.

He scowls but stays quiet. He'll live to see another day.

"I'm all for murdering the cocksuckers!" Nicola claps her hands cheerfully, practically bouncing in her seat.

"Don't say cocksuckers or cock," I grumble, hating that word coming out of my little sister's mouth.

"Cock," Nicola mocks and then just smiles innocently as I glare at her.

"Okay. Enough cock talk. I want all the documents you can get your hands on of your father's business. Both of them," Dom says, tapping his finger on the table as he stares at me and then at Logan.

"Franco does all his business on his work computer at the precinct. I'll have to get it from there." Logan scrubs a hand down his face and turns to face me. "I'm going to need your help."

"Of course. I've already looked at Jin's computer at home, but I think he's a bit old school. My best guess is all the paperwork for every dirty business he's done is at the warehouse. I can look tomorrow night while you guys distract," I muse to myself, lost in thought, thinking about all the rooms with locked doors in the warehouse.

"I'll have your back. You so need me." Tey leans around Tillie and lays a smacking, loud kiss on my cheek.

I wipe my hand over the wet spot on my cheek and stare into his eyes as I stick my fingers into my mouth, sucking off the small taste of him. His eyes turn a darker blue as he watches me pull my fingers from my mouth. His desire-filled gaze drops to my glistening digits with barely there controlled hunger. I glance at Tillie in his lap and notice her eyes on my lips with the same expression as Tey's.

Shit.

I'm two seconds away from saying fuck it and grabbing the two of them to tie up so I can have fun with their bodies, edge them over and over until one of them breaks. I won't stop until I see tears and hear begging spilling from their lips.

"Goddamn. Will you three stop it? This sexual tension is turning me the fuck on." Dalton's voice comes out gravelly, and when I look over at him, he's on the edge of his seat, biting his fist.

Dirty fucker loves a good show, and maybe I'll let him in on some playtime, but not the first time with Tey and Tillie. No, the first they're all mine.

"Right?! Someone's getting lucky tonight." My annoying little sister makes a gesture with her fingers, mimicking sex, and I'm seconds away from reaching across the table and strangling her.

"Focus," Logan snaps and turns his attention to Dom. "What do you hope to do with the information we find?"

I'm curious about this too. I'd rather burn down the whole warehouse with Jin inside it.

"I want to expose Franco and Jin, let the world see them for who they are. If someone happens to die in the process, so be it." Dom shrugs like it's no big deal letting them live, but I notice his fists clenching on the surface of the table.

"Going after the Chief of Police. Cool, cool, cool," Evan mutters, sweeping his hand through his hair like he's stressed.

"He needs to be taken down before he gets into a political office. Dead or alive. Preferably dead," Logan growls through gritted teeth.

Tillie lays her hand on his thigh and like magic, Logan's body relaxes somewhat at her simple touch. Is it really that simple though? I glance around the table and see a bunch of messed up criminals that have all seen some fucked up shit in our lives, yet this one woman can bring us to our knees.

That thought does scare me sometimes when I think about it. She has so much power over us and doesn't even realize it. Maybe that's why I stuck around, even when I thought killing her would save us all the trouble she would bring to our doors. She's the glue that holds us together, a piece we didn't even realize was missing until she stared up at me with tears streaking down her cheeks as I fed her my cock.

"Tomorrow, we show our faces, get the information, and then get the fuck out. I don't want us there any longer than we have to be, Mama," Dom says to Tillie, his harsh features smoothing out as he looks at her with love.

"I'm going to have to dance, aren't I?" At my nod, she groans and stands up from Tey's lap to pace around the kitchen.

Tey pouts at the loss of her ass sitting snuggly over his dick. Can't say I blame him.

"Nicola." I wait for my sister to stop cuddling against Evan and to glance at me before continuing. "Did you bring what I asked?"

"What do you take me for, brother? Of course I did. Basically brought my whole closet." Nicola huffs like I'm an idiot, and in her eyes, I probably am.

"Noooo," Tillie whines, crossing her arms as she stares at us all with a grimace.

"Yes," Logan replies, his face set in stone like he dares her to argue.

"Fuck my life. Fine. Let's get this fashion show over with," Tillie grumbles under her breath and waits at the archway of the kitchen for Nicola to follow her.

Once they're out of earshot, I glance at Evan with my scariest glare.

"If anything happens to me, get Nicola out of this state. You hear me?" I don't break eye contact, letting him see I'm completely serious.

"I'd protect her with my life," Evan declares, sitting up straighter, and I have to admire how he doesn't glance away first.

I'll let him live for dating my sister, as long as he doesn't break her heart. Then all bets are off.

"I don't like this," Dalton speaks up, staring off into the distance with tight lips.

"None of us do, but we'll protect Tillie at all costs. She won't back down from this, you know it," Dom answers what we're all thinking.

At this point in her life, Tillie is done running from her nightmares. It's kill or be killed in her eyes.