Chapter 9

9

Cass

T he night after Cole broke into my room, I'm sitting on the chaise lounge in the corner cooling down from a late workout, not thinking about fucking Cole, when my bedroom door opens without a knock.

For a second, I think it's my stepbrother coming for another round. Instead, it's a man I've never seen before.

"Get out!" I shout while scrambling to my feet.

"Nice to meet you too, Red," the stranger in a suit, hands and neck covered in ink says as he takes in my black yoga pants and white sports bra.

I arch an eyebrow at his familiarity when I'm standing in front of him. He's tall, but not as tall as Cole. And handsome but in a less pretty boy way. This must be Lochlan Dunne, the Irish mobster who decided he doesn't want me before we ever met. Asshole .

"How original," I remark. "Who the hell are you?" I ask, pretending like I don't know who he is.

He grins and then trails his fingers over my dresser, picking up a hair tie. "See, I knew you and I would never work out. You're too…difficult."

Oh hell no. First, he busts in my room without knocking and now he's insulting me?

"Stop touching my shit," I warn him.

Tossing the hair tie back down, he turns away from the dresser and comes toward me. His face lifts, nostrils flaring as he inhales loudly. "You've been a busy girl," he murmurs. "It reeks of sex and rubbers in here."

Oh. My. God.

Now that he mentions it…he's not exactly wrong. It smells like cum and latex.

"Screw you!" I exclaim, refusing to admit anything to him.

"Don't worry. I won't tell Daddy you're not an innocent little virgin. Although, I do wonder what he'll do when he catches whoever it is you're screwing in here in secret. Killing them swiftly would be letting the poor bastard off easy."

My heart freezes in my chest at his blatant threat. My dad killing the guards would be awful, but killing Cole? That would be…catastrophic.

"Please…please don't tell him." Begging is my first instinct, even though I fucking hate doing it, especially to this asshole I don't even know. When he doesn't say anything, doesn't agree not to run his mouth, I reluctantly add, "I'll…I'll do anything."

"Anything, huh?" He smirks at me, and I give him a nod of agreement. Dicks are all the same, just various shapes and sizes. I can pretend his is Cole's. I'll do whatever it takes to keep this asshole from blowing up our family. At least he's not repulsive. "You gonna get on your knees to keep me from sharing your secret?" he asks.

I lift a single shoulder, resigned to my fate. Goddamn Cole. "If that's what it takes… "

"Forget it. I won't rat you out," he says in a rush. "I've seen all I need to see."

"What does that mean?" I ask him.

"It means that I haven't changed my mind about you. I still prefer Snow White."

"She's a child!" I yell at him before remembering he's holding all the cards here. Taking a deep breath, I cross my arms over my chest and ask, "Is that why you want her? You have some sort of sick pedo fetish?"

"She's legal, and only a year younger than you, right?" he replies as he makes his way back to the door. "And, Red? Green isn't a good color on you. It clashes with your hair."

I flip off his back when he thankfully leaves.

Heading to my trash can next to the dresser where the hot cum on rubber scent is the strongest, I find not just the torn open condom wrapper, but the actual used condom tossed inside, left for all to see.

I'm really going to fucking kill Cole. How could he put me in this position? What if my father had come in with the Irish mobster and seen the evidence of what we did last night?

Cole

When my bedroom door flies open, I'm a little surprised by how fast Cass is coming back for more. I thought it would be weeks, if ever, before she would come crawling to me.

My enthusiasm for naked time is quickly extinguished when she throws some shit at me. I don't realize what it is until I pick it up off my chest just as I get a whiff.

"I'm going to have to call you back," I say to Amber, ending the call to try and talk sense into her before the fight with my stepsister begins. "What the fuck, Cassie?" I ask tossing the phone down and holding the condom up gingerly between my thumb and finger.

"Who was that?" she asks.

"No one and why are you busting into my room throwing used rubbers on me? I really, really, hope this is mine from last night." Rolling out of my bed, I go toss the condom into the bin in my bathroom, then wash my hands. Of course, Cass follows me.

"I can't believe you threw that in my trash can!" she yells at my back while I'm drying my hands on a towel.

"The trash bin is usually where used rubbers go, Cassie." Turning to face her, I add, "Unless...I'm so sorry. Did you want me to put it in a shadow box so you could keep it forever and always? Oh, or would you prefer to scrapbook it? I could press the condom right onto a page called, Cass and Cole's first fuck ."

"Listen up, smartass," she starts, hands planted on her hips, her body trembling with anger. "The housekeepers didn't come today and take out my garbage."

"Oh, wow. Did you have to take your own trash out, you spoiled little rich girl? How dare those entitled bitches take a day off?"

"Lochlan was in my room tonight!"

"Lochlan? The guy from the casino bombing?" I ask in confusion. "What the hell was he doing in your room?" I demand, and why the hell do I even care? He's not the first man she's had up there, but my face still smells like her pussy so she should at least wait to fuck someone else until after that shit fades.

"He's marrying Sophie," Cass huffs as if that response comes anywhere close to answering my question.

"Again, why was Lochlan in your bedroom if he's marrying Sophie?"

Rubbing her forehead, she says, "Because my father was trying to convince him to change his mind."

"Oh. Dante wants Lochlan to marry you instead of Sophie?"

"Yes. I am older and she's…Sophie."

"But Lochlan isn't going to change his mind?" I really don't like the thought of Cass up and marrying the Irish prick. I'm not finished fucking her yet. It's going to take more than one night to get her out of my system. Maybe I was secretly hoping we could bang like bunnies all summer until I have to go back to school. I ran off the guards which helped reduce my competition. I wasn't planning on the mobster moving in on Cass.

"No, asshole. Lochlan is not going to change his mind after meeting me. And because you left your trash behind last night, he could smell the rubber or cum or the mixture of both in the air. He knew I had had sex with someone recently. And if he tells my father, I will fucking kill you."

"Is he going to tell Dante?" I ask.

"He said he wouldn't, but I can't read him. He may have been lying. You better sleep with one eye open from now on, jackass."

"Why? Are you planning on sneaking back in here later to climb on my cock while I'm unconscious?"

Cass groans and says, "Hell, no."

"Oh, have you replaced your fuck buddies with new security guards already? Tell me, Cassie, do you ever double up and let them fuck you at the same time?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?" she asks through gritted teeth. "Is that what you jerk off thinking about—two guards spit roasting me?"

"God, no," I reply. I don't want to think about her with one man, much less two. Her casualness talking about being double teamed makes me think she's actually done it. "Now that I've thrown away the evidence of our fuck, you can get the hell out of my room so I can finish my phone call that you interrupted."

I'm not actually going to call and plead with Amber again tonight, but I want to see what Cass will do. If she'll actually leave or if she'll attack me again.

She doesn't attack me.

No, she just turns around, walks out of my bathroom, and then slams my bedroom door on the way out.

Once she's gone, I realize I probably should have been more careful. It wouldn't have taken but a moment to wrap the condom and wrapper up in some toilet paper to hide the evidence.

If anyone should be upset about the mistake it should be me, the one who Dante would string up in the basement, so I have no clue why Cass was all worked up about it.