Chapter Four

I tapped the message icon on my phone, addressing a new text to Drip. No words. Just the eggplant emoji and the cat face emoji, with a question mark. Drip read but didn't reply. The fucker.This will make him think twice about ignoring me. I opened my camera and took a picture of my tits.

"Hmm. It needs something. Delete and try again," I said to myself out loud. I collected saliva from my mouth and dribbled it out, some landing on my chest, the rest hovering over my lips.

Perfect.

I hit send.

Drip:Jesus fucking Christ, it's 3 am, T, go to fucking sleep

Me: Can't. Come fuck me to sleep

Drip:Fine… I'll be there in 20

40 minutes later.

"Finally," I muttered to myself with a frown as I strummed my perfect little ass to the door that was thumping from the other side. Since when does Drip knock? Why the fuck doesn't he just open it? This is his fucking house.

I was wearing nothing but the Gorillaz shirt that I stole from Mitch last month. After he'd taken it off, he wiped us both clean. I was coated in cum, sweat, and blood. Mmm, yummy. I took his virginity and his money. I mean, he got my pussy, so it was only fair that I took one more thing from him to make it even, right? So yeah. I took it, and now it was mine.

I opened the door and every inch of saliva I had in my mouth suddenly dried. A tall man, built like a brick fucking shithouse leant on the pillar in black jeans, black shoes and a black hoodie on.

Leaning, and very much not moving.

Then he drew his cigarette to his mouth and the red sparkle contrasted his features. My heart fell right into my stomach. It was not at all who I was expecting. He was almost unrecognisable.

He had changed. A lot.

He was…bigger. Terrifying?

"Roe?" I breathed, swallowing and choking on the lump now forming in my throat. "You're not who I…" I took a small step back.

"The one and only," Roe smirked mockingly, following me into the light and blowing the ashy smoke right in my face. The white patch of hairs in his moustache followed his devilish grin. He looked livid, more rabid as he stood before the door frame…killing me with his eyes.

"Sorry, your brother can't make it. You'll just have to do me instead." His tone was low and enticing. He had been in jail because of me. Drip must have sent him. How? He had years left in his sentence for manslaughter.

A moment passed and he still hadn't moved further. The more he stared at me, the faster his chest rose and fell. Oh, shit. My nipples pinched with excitement.

Could he kill me? Yes, without hesitating.

Would he actually kill me? Maybe. He had enough ammo to do it. But his loyalty to my brother was the only thing stopping him.

Was I turned on? By the sheer thought of this man restricting my airways, taking my oxygen, all of my holes, and fucking me until I was either dead or unconscious…again?

Absofuckingloutley!

"Oh, what a shame." I couldn't surpass using my bratty voice. He fucking hated that. His arm was the first part of his body to barge through the doorway. I turned my brow up as he drew his hand under my shirt, his palm landing at the small of my back.

Roe tugged me forward, and with little effort, I was suddenly hard pressed against him. His muscles were hard and tight…so tight. God fucking damn, he is huge now. His shattered breath chilled my spine.

"It is for you. Because you won't be waking up for a while," he growled. Don't threaten me with a good time. I lost myself for a second in his multicoloured eyes, which had very much darkened over the years. I'd left him cold, bitter, and empty. The little ice-blue smudge in the iris of his hazel eyes that usually sparkled was now dark, filled with loathing.

He rolled his head so that his hoodie moved back and he was a little more in the light. The shadow casting over him only intensified my excited, pounding heart rate, right to my pussy. Being terrified and horny was a terrible yet delicious combination. The lighting from the doorway beaming over his face made the ivory tips of his eyelashes almost translucent, the little warmth inside made me fuzzy—for that part of him.

I pulled my bottom lip into my teeth and bit down lightly, throwing my gaze from his normal eye to his two-toned one, then down to his lips and taut muscles, as he peered down at me at his chest. They are very tight under that hoodie.

Roe was a delicious being to look at, and his fingertips felt like velvet as they trailed my spine. He somehow was a lot better looking than the last time I saw him. Seven years ago. The way he looked at me was as if the sight of me made his skin crawl. Which I was certain it did.

I chuckled out loud—to what, I didn't know—and he glared at me with a raised brow.

"You've lost your fucking marbles, girl, look at you," he warned. My stomach flipped in tantalisingly warm circles. Sex with Roe didn"t exist. He had no real emotional connection. He was empty.

"I never had them to begin with, remember?" I whispered, holding my tongue out. Referring to when we first met, when he'd worked out that I wasn't right in the head—and fucking my brother, the youngest of the twins. I laughed again, only this time, my whole body fitted with the motion I mean, he genuinely was right. I wasn't right in the head.

"God, you're a fucking piece of work. Time to go night night."

Roe lowered his hand from my back and pinched my ass. I sighed a moan. "You always say that like it"s a threat," I flirted.

"And you always think it"s not" He snorted, a primal growl I hadn't heard before, sending a wave of heat over my skin. He scooped me up with little effort and used his elbow to slam the door behind him.