Chapter Twenty One

"Are you ready for your first race, pretty boy?" I uttered as I scruffed Mitch's hair up before tenderly locking him into a death grip hug. The heat that was radiating from his body told me that he was probably shitting himself. The poor fucker, so innocent and sweet. The chuckle that left my body was almost…freeing.

Everything was in the right place.

Everyone was in the right place.

I was the king of my city. I had my boys, my crew, and my girl.

"Can't. Breathe." He tapped at my chest with a cough and I laughed again. Even though he was breathless, he still had a smile on his face. Mitch's pearly white, straight teeth were gleaming from the split of his lips. So pretty.

I released him from my hold and gave him a good slap on the ass.

"I'm ready," he finally coughed out between titters.

"How ready are you?" I teased again, my tone a little more husky and playful, the twitch in my dick coming to life.

"Umm," he replied with furrowed brows as if he sensed I was up to no good. I winked at him and in an instant his cheeks glowed red. He strummed his fingers through his curly hair, like he always did when he was nervous, and jittered his foot. Mitch's opponent came towards us and I let out a breathy laugh. I tapped over the that was snug in my back pocket and making sure it was still there. Oh yes, I am up to no good.

Now that Roe was home, I had a lot more…free time. I had been monitoring Twister's TikTok watch history. It seemed as though she had stumbled across an algorithm of masked men. Which made sense, after seeing that porno with the cosplayers that night, her pussy was like a fucking ocean. Night in and night out, I would watch her fuck herself to sleep with either her fingers, her toys or the fuck machine while watching the masked cosplayers. So I figured I'd put the two together.

I want—need—to see how she will react to me in one.I was always trying to fill my sister's needs, and feed her her every desire. No matter the cost.

My little killer.

Butterflies swarmed in my belly, and my dick twitched from the memory of her taking that man's life months ago. Shit, not now…why am I into that by the way?Why in the actual fuck am I into that?

Because she is.

I shook my head, pulling myself back to the moment and back to the fucker walking towards us that I was now inherently mad at for interrupting my sexual desires. He walked like an idiot, like he had swag. Like he owned the place—or was going to. Like fuck. No fucking chance, maggot. Keep it cool, Drip…for now.

"You must be Justin?" I asked the middle-aged blonde with my hand out to his, my tone a little too edgy…and horny. A moment passed and I glared at my empty hand that was hovering mid-air in front of me before pinning my eyes to his. I narrowed them in anger and my lip curled.

Big fucking mistake.

"Yep. So…uh, I was told I get pussy if I win. Where is she then?" His childish arrogant voice curdled my blood, which only made me smile. Oh this is going to be fucking perfect. It wouldn't matter if this fuckwit won or not.

He's a dead man.

And didn't that make me full of lustful arousal?

I turned a sideways smile and stepped aside. Twister popped out from behind me at the right time, and as usual, was looking as fine as fuck. She was wearing heeled boots with straps that coiled up her legs that looked oddly familiar. Are they Ivy's? And she had paired them with fishnet stockings.

I swear to fucking whatever god exists, those damn denim shorts get shorter and shorter. They were freying and riding up her ass, and if I looked hard enough, I'd see the little heart tattoo on her cheek. She"d had her nails done that morning, sharp black pointed daggers with diamantes on them. Fuck. All the better for scratching my back when I cum in her for the umpteenth time.

She stopped before the guy, her arms behind her back with one hand gripping her elbow. So promiscuous. She leant in towards him. The fucker was practically salivating at the mouth as he stared at her tits. The little white tee was ripped at the bottom and only just covered her nipples—as per usual—and were pinched rock solid by the way.

I watched in pure suspense, hoping that she would just snap his neck like she did the other guy in the garden. But she didn't…yet. She inhaled his cologne and then circled him, like a fucking predator. As far as hot predator goes, Twister took the fucking cake. The taps of her heels on the concrete echoed through the carport of our meet point.

He swallowed, coughed on his own saliva and then swallowed again as she toyed her fingers at the elastic of his jocks that stuck out above his biker pants.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she led on. Her tone was low and tormentingly dominant, and damn near made me want to beg on my knees and let her have whatever it was she wanted from me. Fuck.

"Yeah. I'll take this bitch home any day of the week," he replied, directing it at me, not her—yet without even fucking looking at me. The mere sentence made the hairs on my back stand up.

I wasn't a jealous son of a bitch, but I knew an unworthy piece of fucking shit when I saw one. I was definitely going to enjoy that piece of shit. I was certain it was the guy that Roe mentioned seeing out the front of the strip clubs, taking things that weren't his.

"You can—if you win," I conceited. Dare and desire now laced in my eyes, my balls weighing heavily from my arousal. I knew exactly where this was going to go. Welcome to our hell, Justin.

"Mmmm, perky tits too. I'd like to shove my cock in that little tight cunt. Have you fucked her?" he deadpanned.

"More times than you've stroked your own cock, my guy," I answered truthfully, with a wink.

"Fuck yeah."

"So here's the deal," I said through a grin as I cracked my neck, swallowing down the daggers. "If you win, I'll let you fuck my sister. But if I win, you have to watch me do it."

Silence.

Total fucking silence.

Even though I heard nothing other than the thumps of this guys twitching heart, I just about reckoned I could hear Twister's joy and enthral. Not possible I know, but I suspected it was there. I'd look at her eventually, but I was too busy staring through the glass eyes of this fucker before me—empty.

His soul was completely desolated. Only fillable by money, and pussy that he didn't earn. A pathetic lowlife, with nothing to live for. He was absolutely the cunt who walked the allies of the strip clubs for a free fuck. And by free I mean not consensual. The anger that raced through my veins was no match for me. There was no way Mitch was taking this guy down in the race.

Sorry, kid. This guy is mine.

It stayed silent for a moment longer before he finally pulled his head out of his ass. "W-what?" he choked on his own words. That was the reaction I was looking for. The one I always look for.

"I think you heard me." A pang of desire filled my chest.

"You-you fuck your own sister?"

"More times than you beat your own cock," I repeated the line again. His facial expression was much different than the last.

"Naaa. Fuck that noise. I'm out," Justin responded in disgust, backing away with his hands up. My hard glare didn't let up on him though.

"What? You've lost your taste in my sister all of a sudden, have you?"

Something caught my eye in the distance. Perfect timing. Roe was hovering not far from behind Justin, and a piece clutched in his grip, not that the fucker noticed.

"I'm out, bro," he repeated, backing further away, taking yet another step, and another, until he made contact with the gun that collided at the centre of his spine. I chuckled, rolling my tongue over my lips as I walked closer. Where in the fuck he got a gun from I don't know, but in this precise moment I could not give a rats fucking ass. What the fuck was I alluding to?

"If you leave now, you're a dead man," I muttered. Well, he was if he stayed too. And I'd make it look like a mistake.

"You're fucked. I'm not doing anything you tell me!" He spat on the ground and I smiled. Oh, but yes you will. Stubborn and vexing. Such lies. The piece of shit would do anything for some pussy, even if it meant knowing that it was my sister I was auctioning, off and his death was at the end.

My heart pounded from my chest, and my cock pulsated hard under the fabric that was struggling to hold it down. My nose flared as I stood chest to chest with the fucker. He swallowed loudly as I gestured an airgun to his head, my eyes sparkling in excitement and enthral.

"Say no to fucking my sister again and I'll kill you. I own that fucking pussy. So if I tell you to shove that little cock in there, then you'll fucking do it." I roared with very little holding me back from killing him there and then. I had better plans for him.

I wanted him to fuck her. I needed him to get milliseconds before he came, and then I would splatter his fucking brains to the other side of his skull with whoever"s gun was in Roe's hand. And then I'd fuck his ass and cum in it, and then let Twister cut his dick off and put it in a jar to keep it as a token.

Preserve it. And maybe fuck her with it. Yeah, that's what I'd do.

Oh shit.

Okay, okay. Message received. I was definitely into that. It was fucking dark. But no one was leaving that night until the cunt was six feet under.