Chapter 48

Chapter Forty-Eight

Vox

The fear in his eyes is everything I hoped it would be.

When Nexus and Nova arrived at school I could see he was rattled, his usual cocky grin and holier than thou attitude was nowhere to be seen. I kept playing my part and was a bastard to Nova all day long, Nexus didn’t even seem interested in her at this point. She wasn’t forced to kneel or eat out of the dog bowl Nicole gave her.

When Nicole tried to shove Nova’s face in the food, Nova fought back and Nexus didn’t even bat an eye, he just stood up and walked out. The rest of the week played out the same, Nova had returned to her own room and Thomas was growing irritated with his son and kept calling on me for favors that should have been carried out by his heir. The fear of his past catching up to him is unraveling him, which is why I find myself standing inside Thomas’ home Friday night.

“I need this done, the Saints are being seen as weak because of this fucking mole and we need to find out who it is. Calvin, Russell and Bert are doing their best but even they can only do so fucking much.”

“What has the mole done?” I ask.

“The funds for the community account have vanished!” Thomas roars, that admission captures my attention. The Saints have an account that they pile all their money into to fund their businesses like the new hotel they are opening in town, which is just a cover for the brothel they will run inside it. They also have plans for a casino to be built but without the funds they’re at a standstill. I have no idea when the Saints changed and became a mafia-like brotherhood where we dealt in illegal shit and killed people for stepping out of line.

“How much money are we talking?”

A vein bulges in the middle of Thomas’ forehead. “Eighty Million.” I just manage to keep my mouth from popping open, these bastard have foreclosed on houses and upped the interest rates on properties in town to fund these projects and give zero fucks about the people they are robbing to get richer.

“What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to find out who the fuck this mole is and bring me the head of the cunt!” he roars and slams his fist down on his desk.

“Can’t the bank just get your money back?” I push.

“Are you fucking stupid boy? The money is gone and there is no fucking way of getting it back, I have made deals with very powerful people and made promises that need to be kept.” A smug sense of satisfaction washes over me, I know who the mole is and Nikoa is making sure to hit Thomas where it fucking hurts. I have no doubt this idiot has gone and made deals with the wrong types of people and I’m sure it goes without saying that if he doesn’t deliver they will collect compensation in the form of his or his son’s flesh.

“You want me to take Nexus with me to shake down some fuckers?” I go for a casual tone. Thomas grinds his teeth and tugs at the strands of his hair.

“No. I don’t want my son involved in this, he’s got a bitch to keep in line and train.” I keep the anger from splaying across my face as I nod and turn to leave. I make it out front and unlock my car, only to have searing pain explode in the back of my head. I whirl around ready to fight but then I see the rock on the ground and dart my gaze up to see my sister standing a foot away from me, with a look of rage plastered across her face. It isn’t just rage I see etched in my twin’s features though, I see so much pain and sorrow in her eyes that my chest splinters open for her and the immense grief she must be feeling.

“What the fuck, Vivian?” I snap.

“Where are they?” she screams.

“Who?”

She scoffs. “You want to abandon me, then fine, but you give me Archer, Hayze and Ezekiel back now.”

Fire burns through my veins and my jaw locks as I scowl at my sister. I spy Nova out of the corner of my eye, walking up her driveway clearly just getting home from her cleaning duties. She pauses at the sight of me and my sister and stares.

“Archer and Hayze took off after Ezekiel’s body was found. You’re on your own, Vivian.” Pain explodes inside my chest at the devastated look on my twin's face. Unable to stomach the sight of her tears. I climb in my car and start the engine, but before I can peel out of there, the passenger door is yanked open and Nova slides inside, glaring at me. I say nothing as I plant my foot and get the fuck out of there. Neither of us says a word until we are two blocks away then she finally speaks.

“Why did you lie?”

“Want to be more specific? Shouldn’t you be at home blowing Nexus?” I bite out.

“One, fuck you. Two, you’re a pig.”

“You never seemed to mind sucking my dick.” She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest, then slouches back in her seat.

“Dick,” she mumbles beneath her breath.

“Why the fuck are you here, witch?” I clip out.

“You’re up to something and I want to know what it is.”

I laugh but there’s no humor to it. “You think I would tell you? I thought you hated me and blamed me for killing your bestie ?” I taunt.

A strangled sound escapes her and I fight to not feel guilty for throwing that shit in her face. I don’t know what she expected from me today, after that fight with my sister she should have known I wouldn’t be in the mood for her bullshit.

“I know you’re up to something.”

I growl in annoyance. “Yeah, I have shit to do for my lord. Now, unless you are here to suck my cock or give that pussy up, then I suggest you get the fuck out now because I don’t have time for your?—”

“I fuck you and you tell me who the hell Elenor Denver is!” I pull over onto the shoulder of the road and slam the car park, then turn to her. I run my gaze over her body and instantly my cock is growing hard at the sight of her, unlike every other girl I have had in the past, Nova Quinlin doesn’t even have to try to turn me on, just the thought of her alone has my dick twitching. I open my mouth but the words die in my throat when she shifts and straddles my lap. Instinctively my hands grip her waist.

“The fuck do you think you are doing, witch?” I try to sound unaffected but the second she pushes down and feels how hard I am for her already, a sinister smirk graces her full lips.

“A favor is a debt owed, right?”

I frown up at her. “Your point?”

“I’m doing us both a favor by fucking you and forgetting the fact that you took Nicole home after the party?—”

“I didn’t touch that clap infected bitch and I didn’t go to the bonfire.” She jerks back and searches my gaze for any sign of deceit, which she won’t find.

“You didn’t fuck her?” she whispers.

I press forward until our noses touch and stare directly into her eyes. “I haven’t touched anyone since I first fucked you, happy now?”

“But Nexus?—”

“Wanted to make you jealous in the hopes you would revenge fuck him and destroy me.”

Her eyes widen and I curse myself for letting that shit slip. Instead of voicing the question I can see swirling in her eyes, she leans forward and meshes her lips to mine. I remain still and unmoving, thinking she will pull away at any minute when she remembers I’m not wearing the mask but then her arms wrap around my neck and her tongue prods my lips. Powerless to fucking stop or even void of the will to push her away I open, allowing her the access she demands. The kiss quickly turns heated, then our hands are all over each other and pieces of clothing are being shredded as we race to get undressed quicker just so we can lose ourselves in the other.

Is this healthy?

Probably not.

Do I give a fuck?

Hell to the fucking no, I don’t.

She breaks the kiss and stares down at me, my shirt somewhere in the back seat and my jeans are open, my cock is out. So if she is thinking about stopping this, she is out of her ever fucking loving mind if she thinks I am not going to be balls deep inside her. But the realization of what she is seeing hits me, I scramble to come up with a plan.

“Turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl.” I can see the refusal on the tip of her tongue so I narrow my eyes. “Now!” I grit out. I help her turn and it’s fucking awkward given the limited space but we manage. I pull her panties to the side and line my dick up. “Hold the steering wheel.” She does as she’s told and then slowly lowers herself onto my waiting cock—fuck me if this doesn’t feel like the best feeling in the world, having her pussy swallow me until I am balls deep inside this perfect little cunt.

“Fuck!” she cries out. I reach around and yank the cups of her bra down and pinch her nipples, drawing another cry from her.

“Bounce on my cock, baby.” She uses her hold on the steering wheel as leverage to help as she begins to glide up and down on my shaft. I can feel the juices of her pussy coating me and the sound it makes each time I slide in and out of her is music to my fucking ears. I twirl her nipples between my fingers and relish in the sounds she makes. They’re like a fucking drug that I crave to hear daily.

When her movements begin to grow frantic, I wrap an arm around her waist and force her back, resting her head on my shoulder as I seize control and thrust up inside her.

“Oh, yes,” she purrs, but then her gaze collides with mine and I can see the hesitation there so I kiss her. She closes her eyes and gets lost in the feelings I evoke inside her. I use my other hand to rub her clit, she jolts in my hold, then moans into my mouth as I continue to fuck her. She rolls her hips and I groan, then bite down on her lip forcing a whimper from her. I release it then lick it, her eyes meet mine and this time all I see is need. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I pinch her clit and thrust inside her harder.

Our breaths mingle and suddenly shit changes, this isn’t just fucking anymore this is… us. Tears shine in her eyes and it fucking kills me that she is looking at me this way. I can deal with the hate and the anger but this… the way she looks right now, like I blew her whole fucking world up, is going to kill me.

“Vox…” she whispers my name as if she’s afraid that if she says it any louder this will all be a dream.

“Come for me, witch.” Her features grow taut, then her eyes turn glazy as she arches forward and comes all over my cock. I use this moment of ecstasy and her distraction to quicken my thrust until I find my own release, this time I don’t stop her name from tumbling from my lips.

Minutes pass as we try to control our breathing, the car windows are all fogged up and neither of us has made a move to separate from the other. The truth is, I don’t want to let her go and that is the worst part because I know I have to. If anyone or anything is going to blow this whole plan to shit, it’s going to be me because I can’t seem to stay away from her.

“Vox?”

I close my eyes and inhale sharply. “Yeah?”

“Promise me that I didn’t fall for the wrong person and all of this… is just a ruse?” I want to give her the answer she seeks but I can’t risk it, so I remain silent. A minute goes by before she withdraws from me. She leans forward and fixes her bra and shirt before slowly easing off me and climbs back to her seat. I tuck myself back into my pants and just sit here. “Here,” she says as she reaches into her bag and pulls out a black hoodie and hands it to me. I look from it to her and frown. “It’s… yours.” That has my brows raising and her ducking her head.

“You kept it?”

She drops the hoodie to her lap and turns to stare out her window. I see the name Hatchett across the shoulders of it and realize it’s the hoodie I gave her the day we went to the beach. It was my way of declaring her off limits to any fucker who thought they could fuck with what is mine .