Chapter Eight

The buzz of beer had lightened my core. Or am I still on a high from seeing my boy kill for me again? Either way, I was hyped—and horny as fuck. Roe had something up his sleeve, and I was all for it. He was in charge. And I got the feeling that I wouldn't be disappointed.

I had a few ideas of what he might do. He had been behind bars for seven years, so whatever rage and hateful sins he had locked up along with him were just hounding to come out. Particularly towards Twister.

I followed Roe and Twister to the garden where everyone else was fraternising, the old oil drums lit with fire illuminating the area. He signalled something to the DJ, and then ‘A Good Day To D13' by Arankai played, the volume upping many notches. Oh? Interesting. There were a few plastic chairs scattered throughout the yard that no one was sitting on, and a table beside the DJ with an assortment of drugs and alcohol on ice in the esky. You know…the usual. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch whatever shit was about to go down. Some from earlier, some tagalongs. Most knew how dangerous Roe was, having seen it face to face.

He stopped adjacent to one of the firepits and lowered her to the ground without letting her go entirely. He grabbed a chair and threw it beside her, gesturing his finger to sit.

"Sit," he commanded. Oh, this is going to be good. She loved a crowd. She sat on the chair eagerly, looking up at him through her eyelashes. She looked so sultry and beautiful like that, submissive and in total admiration of what Roe was dishing out, awaiting whatever punishment was going to come her way.

While two other people took a few bags from the table, I took one of the rollies and another beer from the cooler and pulled a chair under me, sitting on it backwards. I leant my arms over the top to watch on. I tittered as Roe lit a cigarette, his face filled with amusement and anticipation. My cock throbbed with excitement. He was definitely up to something.

I lit my rolly, the scent of the rich green haze filling my nose with the cloud of smoke that followed. Intoxicating.

"Who's first?" Roe shouted over the music to the crowd, scanning everyone as he spun in a circle. Everyone"s faces whitened a shade or two in pure panic and terror. A turn of my sister without my permission? They knew better. Immediate game over. And just as I expected,no one chirped up. "No one?" Roe roared through a blow of smoke, taking it upon himself to pace the crowd for a suitable opponent to play with. Twister sat with her legs crossed on the chair, her smile cracked sideways in anticipation, and I just knew for certain that she was soaked under those tight little shorts. Fuck, she just knows how to turn a man on.

"You," Roe pointed his cherry red cigarette at a familiar face; a good-looking, middle-aged man in track pants and a tight black motorbike thermal top. His toned physique flexed through the fabric. He had been hanging around in our club for a few years now. Not new, but not old. He knew his place. He'd never once indicated trouble. He threw his hands up in the air in denial but Roe wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Take her shirt off," he commanded.

"What?"

"You heard me," he growled. He was in his element. I wondered if he was like that in jail. Boss. This is such a fucking turn on. The man thrashed his head around as if he was looking for someone, and then finally his eyes found mine. He shook his head again and I shrugged my shoulders. He knew that Twister was my girl, and those who touched her without my say so ended up in a plastic bag. The only person who existed on this earth who didn't need it, was Roe.

The next song started to fade in—‘Next Contestant' by Nickelback. How fucking ironic. Cash made its course around the crowd; the fuckers were placing their bets. I smiled, laughing under my breath. The man passed Roe and stood before Twister, gently hovering his hands over where her bloody crop top sat on her chest. She looked up at him with a look that only made your dick twitch and your balls tighten. He was tall, so the arc of her neck protruded as it bent back to look at him, the rose tattoo on her neck only adding to her in the lighting. Jesus fucking hell. He curled his fingers under the fabric and lifted barely a fraction before hestating and looking at me again, then Roe, then Twister.

"Come on, we all want to see those big perky tits. Don't we?" Roe coaxed the crowd, some perking up to woo, whistle or shout while others chose to stay silent. And in one swift movement, the little tee was up, over her head and on the ground. There was not an inch of skin on her boobs that didn't have a hickey. Her nipple piercings sparkled and her eyes lit up like a christmas tree, feeding off everyone's eyes on her. She fluffed her hair and shifted in a way that made her body arch a little more, pulling her midsection even tighter.

That fucking body.

My cock was hounding me, so I had to adjust it to release some of the pressure.

"Good, now fuck off," Roe shrilled. The man was quick on his feet and ran off somewhere the eye couldn't see. "Who wants a turn of the boss's girl next, then, uh?"

Me. I wanted a turn with my girl. I was itching for her, but I wanted to see where Roe was going with his display. It took everything I had to pull myself back and not fuck her there and then. Especially with that face she was giving Roe; she was fucking begging for it.

He pulled another man who was standing behind someone else. This one had more fear on his face than the last. Younger, and a hell of a lot more timid than the last. I'd only seen him around once before, so I wasn't certain if he knew the rules.

"Take her shorts off."

The blonde-haired guy proceeded to do exactly as he was told without objecting, though his body was clearly fighting a war he wouldn't win. When he was done with her shorts, he blew a sigh of relief and went to walk back to where he was, but Roe stopped him in his tracks. "You're not done yet," he paused. Oh? Go on…

"Tell us how wet she is," Roe called. Mmm, fuck. I shifted in my seat, letting that friction of my wet pants do something to my cock. "With your tongue," he added.

"But—" the man projected, pure terror laced in his tone. But he was very quickly interrupted by the sharp yank of his head from Roe tugging his hair backward. Like there was nothing to him, the guy was on his knees. "Ahh," he whimpered.

"It was not a fucking question," Roe hissed. I was certain that a bit of spit left his mouth. Fuck me dead. I am going to cum soon if he keeps going.

Roe's jeans were swollen at the seams, his impressive erection just begging to come out…as was mine. Twister's chest panted with each breath, her lip between her teeth, chewing hungrily with need. The guy again hesitantly began Roe's command, shuffling along his knees before Twister. A tear trickled down his cheek, as though he knew his life was about to diminish. Maybe he did know the rules. His hand slowly crept along her thigh and turned in towards the arc of her pelvic area. He paused for a moment. I was certain the man was either going to cum or pass out. Both, I hope.

"Mhmm, yes. Pull them aside,"

He stilled again for a moment. "Am I really going to have to repeat myself?" Roe said as he grabbed his hair again.

"Ahh. N-no," he whimpered. The fair-haired male began to slowly roll his two fingers in under the fabric of her G-string and gasped, shuddering instantly. That was usually the reaction people had when they touched her pussy. No doubt, she was absolutely fucking soaking.

Twister's body language shifted instantly, and she turned her attention to me with a shit eating grin that scrunched up her perfect little nose. Oh, shit. She was definitely in a real fucking mood.

I didn't think I had ever seen her eyes that…dark.

Sinister.

Why does that only make my cock throb more?