Chapter Nine

She strummed her brow at me before fixing her eyes back on the man on his knees before her. She inched his mouth closer to the heaven between her legs before holding the man there in place with the grip of her thighs.

She swayed her hips as he rolled his tongue up the slit, and then peered at me yet again for a brief second. The whites of her teeth peeked from her lips. A husky, evil laugh followed as she positioned her hands to either side of his head. No…she wouldn't?

She did.

Fuck.

The sounds of bones crunching filled the air and then echoed over the silence in the garden. What an imperfectly perfect moment for a song to change over. Silence.

That's my girl. I shouldn't have been thinking that, but fuck.His lifeless body slid down her leg and bundled to the floor, everyone suddenly wide-eyed and still, weary. Twister's rusty giggle was the only sound bouncing through the air as she squatted down to grab his hand. She rolled her neck and inserted his fingers in her mouth, slurping up her juices off his flesh.

Why is the only thought in my head the desire to fuck her, and then blow my load on the guy...in the guy?

The dead guy.

I knew I was fucked up for even thinking that. But in my defence, my sister was worse.

My twisted sister. A moment or two passed and I caught sight of Mitch. I didn't know exactly how long he had been there—I assume long enough to have seen the whole thing, given how fucking pale he was. Fuck, this is just getting better and better. I quickly darted over to him and shoved him in front of me and got walking.

"You're coming with me, pretty boy."

"Bu-wh—"

"Shh," I demanded. He didn't respond or resist. We stayed out of Twister's line of sight and started walking to the house.

"You're sick, you know that?" I heard Roe's tone through a smile as he growled at her. I looked over my shoulder and his whole body was practically putting her in incognito as he leant over the chair.

"I believe the term you are looking for is twisted," Twister snarled at him playfully, clearly very pleased with her efforts. I pulled out my phone and dialled Trent's line. The last thing I needed was people lurking around a dead body under my name.

"Boss?" he hollered down the speaker.

"I need you in the garden—Point Bay," I replied, not taking my grasp off of Mitch.

"On it," he sounded, and then the line went dead. Trent was one of my headmen. His role was purely the terminator. If there was trouble, he dealt with it. I never questioned what he did or how he did it. He stepped up when Roe left for a stroll behind bars. He was no Roe, though. Roe was a wickedly sick fucker; he didn't just kill… he violated. If you could think of someone dying in the most inhumane way possible, double it, light it on fire, piss on it, then double it again. But that was just what happened in The Underground. And people would do well to remember that. It was my fucking club. My city. My rules. If you fucked up, there were consequences.

Roe scooped Twister up over his shoulder like she was a little doll.

A breedable doll. One day, sis… one day.

She went willingly, like the good girl she was. As he carried her towards us in the house, I noticed her ass was laced in more welts, red and purple scabs. She still hadn't learnt her lesson. Roe tugged at her G-string, tearing the fabric and throwing it on the grass. "Oh," I moaned quietly as he snagged two fingers through her slit, collecting her wet arousal. He groaned as he swiped one of his digits over his tongue, licking it like a lollipop.

"Killing someone turns you on, does it? By the taste of you, I'd say yes." He said impishly, though it wasn't a question.

"I'd only be lying if I told you it didn't," she replied in a way that made me flush with immense heat under my skin.

"You're right…you are twisted. Now what is your brother going to do with a dead body, hmm?" Roe asked, finishing off the question with a spank on her ass, leaving behind a pink handprint over the little heart tattoo she had on her cheek and adding to the other wounds. She breathed out a little whimper, and then a giggle. Her pussy was coated in the glistening shine of her arousal.

Roe stopped eye to eye with me and winked, keeping me out of her sight. He looked at Mitch and then placed his still-wet finger before my lips.

I froze for a split one of a second, a flutter in my stomach pacing. Okay, this is new. If I let him do that, it would be the most intimate that Roe and I had ever been. But the scent of her cunt roared up my nose, and without thinking a second more, I let his thick finger push past my teeth. I twirled my tongue around it mindlessly, tasting every last drop of Twister, her gloss mixed with a hint of salty sweat and stained cigarette. He inserted another and used his thumb to press up against the base of my tongue under my jaw. I really should have felt emasculated in the situation, but I didn't.

"He's a big boy. He will figure it out," she toyed. She had no idea we were behind her.

God, I can't wait to pull these jeans off and let my cock throb without restriction. Seeing her take someone's life because they touched my property without my permission only made me more fucking impatient. It built the need to fuck her. I wanted to praise her for her loyalty yet punish her for bringing up Phantom. Tonight has already been so fucking wild, can it even get any better? With Roe in charge, though, I was pretty certain it could.

"Yes. He is a big boy. But you're not getting him to fuck your brains out tonight."