by J. L. Beck
“I’m not here for me. I’m here for Seth.” I announced, suddenly aware that Seth hadn’t come inside yet. That fucker.
Tony’s body came into view his large frame casting a shadow over me. He was trying to intimidate me but he had no idea the kind of hold I had over this establishment.
“I don’t give a fuck who you’re here for. I did you a favor giving you that bitch and your brother had to come in here and ask questions that I had no fucking answers too. Like it’s my business to know shit about the women I auction off…” Tony snarled, his lip curling in anger. The need to roll my eyes was strong. This asshole was under the impression that I gave a fuck about what my brother did.
“I don’t care what my brother did to you. This place shouldn’t even exist and with one fucking call to the FBI it won't…” I warned. I had the power to do it. They would believe me. The check I had written them was under a different name and had been canceled altogether. I could end them if I wanted too.
Tony rushed forward across the small space that separated us. I knew there was an auction going on, on the other side of the curtain’s the soft sound of the piano playing, mixed with hushed voices, and the spotlight moving across the stage.
“Threaten me again playboy…” Tony fisted at my suit, his fingers digging into the fabric. My jaw flexed as my anger mounted. Tony smiled knowing that he was pissing me off. What he didn’t know was that he had started digging his own grave. Moving faster than the guard expected, I elbowed both of them in the nose forcing them to release me.
Then I grabbed Tony by the lapels of his shirt and slammed him against a nearby wall. Blood rushed to every single part of my body as I held the piece of shit scum against the wall.
“Don’t fucking touch me. I’m royalty to you Tony, and what I said earlier is no longer a threat. I am going to shut this fucking place down.” There was no fear in Tony’s eyes; in fact, he looked vacant of any kind of emotion.
“Do it. I’ll tell them all about your little virgin and the high dollar amount you paid for her. I’m sure they would love to know that…” I didn’t even let him finish the sentence my fist landing a hard punch to his jaw. The air around me shifted and before I realized what it was that I was doing my hands were covered in blood, and a mushy lifeless Tony was on the floor at my feet.
In a matter of ten minute’s, I had sunk back into my old shoes, the ones that made me who I was. Tony’s guards eyed me, and then looked down to Tony neither of them making a move to help him up off the dirty floor.
I rolled my shoulders and shoved past them and out onto the club floor. The place was packed and not one person seemed to bat an eye as I came through the back door my hands covered in blood.
“Welcome to the Underground gentlemen. Tonight’s virgins are in need of something more than money can buy…” The announcer’s voice trailed off. As much as I tried to keep my eyes off the stage I couldn’t. A tiny blonde off to the right of the stage catching my eye right away. Her body shook, as she looked out onto the crowd. It was a natural response to being scared or even nervous but this girl, she looked panic, almost fearful.
“First up is Taylor…” The spotlight shifted to the blonde I had been watching. I was still standing in the middle of the walkway my hands covered in Tony’s now dry blood. “She’s a virgin who is seeking some expertise if you know what I mean…” A deep laugh erupted from the crowd.
Was this how Raven felt when she was on stage? I couldn’t even help the disgust I was feeling towards myself.
“Opening bid is one hundred thousand…” The announcer started and I stood there staring at the woman who couldn’t be much older than Raven. She was so tiny and almost angelic like. Would Raven want me to rescue her from this place?
“One million.” A voice I knew all to well sounded above all the others. I whirled around and in the direction of it. There were a few hushed complaints from the crowd but aside from that everyone was quiet.
Seth. I shook my head smiling at him. He looked completely engrossed in the woman being auctioned off.
“While there you have it. One million for Taylor.” The announcer closed the bidding and the blonde moved off the stage. I headed in the direction of the bathroom’s needing to rid my hands of Tony’s blood. I hadn’t done something like that in a long time. It had to be the loss of Raven that was affecting my temper. I was also a little pissed at Seth for leaving me to deal with Tony alone.
I pushed through the bathroom door and headed for the sink that looked like it hadn’t seen a good cleaning ever. I moved my hands beneath the censor cold water spraying against my palms.
“I see you’ve done most of my bidding for me.” I could practically see the smile on Seth’s face. He knew I would lose my shit, which is why he had me deal with Tony instead of him. I was too mesmerized with the blood that I scrubbed from my hands to look up at Seth.
“He won’t be fucking with us anymore and that’s all I have to say about that.” Guilt started to slither its way into my mind. I had always found a way to remain calm in situations like that yet I saw red for some strange reason.
“Good. It wouldn’t matter anyway…” I looked up in the mirror seeing Seth push off the wall. We were both devils in disguise our red capes, and pointy little horns were hidden behind the image we wanted people to see. But if you got too close, if you got to see the person beneath the image well, that’s when things would go south, just like they did with Raven. The devil couldn’t love anyone when he was filled with too much evil.
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I found my voice again waving my hand underneath the stupid paper towel dispenser. As soon as it shot out a towel I took it drying my hands and throwing it into the trash.
“It mean’s…” His eyes darted down to his watch. “We have maybe five minute’s before this place is crawling with every cop on the East coast.” The excitement that formed in his eyes made me nausea. Yet Tony deserved whatever he had coming to him that was for sure, and I had already shown him how far my mercy went by rearranging his face a little bit.
“What did you do?” I asked my interest peaking just a bit. It was a shame that I didn’t even catch a glimpse of Raven tonight, then again I didn’t really expect her to be hanging around a shady ass place like this again, at least not so soon.
“Oh nothing just made some phone calls to the local police. I’m shutting this shit down, but not before I take my new pet home…” I could see the things he wanted to do to that poor girl in his eyes. Maybe she was better off here than with Seth, he was his own personal brand of evil.
“Good. Then we better be going, we can’t be making headline news for being here when they bust this place. If the feds find out…” Seth cut me off.
“None of that matters. Dad’s got an in with the feds, and I’ve played right into their hand. I didn’t even pay for the little brat I got. I’ve exposed Tony and this piece of shit place, and I’m walking away with a new virgin all for the price of nothing.” I ran a hand through my hair in frustration.
“So basically you did all of this without talking to me first?” I raised an eyebrow at him. I was fucking furious knowing that he had done all of this and didn’t even talk to me about it beforehand. I had walked into the entire thing blind as a bat. What a fucker.
“Cheer up brother. I’ve also been keeping an eye on your little lamb as well.” He of, placing a hand on my shoulder and leaning into my face. His overly worn cologne stung my nostrils. “Maybe you should be thanking me instead?” I clenched my fists, my temper rising once again.
I didn’t like that Seth was watching Raven. I didn’t like that Seth had much of anything to do with Raven. She was mine.
“Leave her alone,” I growled knowing deep down inside that she was mine and I would do anything, even turn on my brother to keep it that way.
“Oh stop it, Fox. She’s perfectly fine. I swear I won’t touch her.” The sinister look on his face sent shivers down my spine. I knew my brother. I kn
ew what he liked, and I also knew that sharing Raven once with him wasn’t a good idea yet I had no other options at the time.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second listening as the sound of police sirens filled the area. Shit was about to hit the fan and I was standing right in front of said fan. This was going to be great.
Chapter Three
Seth
There was nothing like new pussy, and if I could own it and shape it just as I pleased I did. The little angelic doll sitting in my bedroom down the hall was going to be transformed into the whore of my choosing. But first I had business that needed to be taken care of. The girl could wait and so could my cock for now.
After speaking with the cops, Fox and I slowly came to the conclusion that our father had his foot in more shit than he cared to tell us about. I was sure I would get all that information one day when he died but for now, I had to do all my own digging.
I strummed my fingers against my thigh waiting for my father to return to his office. I had questions that needed answers and I wasn’t a very patient man. Fox had left me long ago, wondering off into his room to sulk I presume. It was always me that had to do the tough work, though I liked it that way because then I didn’t have to fail anyone or answer to anyone for that matter.
I knew Fox had felt a bit stung by the fact that I hadn’t told him about the undercover sting operation but you see that was for me to deal with and not him. He had other things going on, like getting his emotions back in order after losing Raven.
“What do I owe this visit for Son?” My father hobbled into the office, his age had been showing more and more every day. It was only a matter of time before he was overthrown and the throne was given to me.
“I had a little run-in with the officers in town and found out that you have your hands in a whole lot of shit…” The truth was I had wondered about my mother’s death for years. She was sick for as long as I could remember. It seemed so strange to me how long and drug out her death was.
“You must know the people you work with son. It’s merely a part of the job. Nothing more and nothing less.” His eyes didn’t meet mine. Instead, they remained on the floor watching every step he took with precision. I ground my teeth together in frustration. Why the hell did I even try? The man didn’t care about Fox or I. We could be dying on the side of the road and he would drive right past us without batting an eyelash.
Ask him question and expecting to receive answers was dumb on my part. He only told us what he wanted us to know.
“It’s a part of the job to befriend officers left and right, including FBI agents?” I raised an eyebrow in questioning. His eyes finally lifted to mine as he leaned against the heavy wooden desk.
Every time I looked at him I saw my mother’s death, and what could’ve been Raven’s mother’s death on his hands. It wasn’t right that he felt he could play God.
“Yes Seth, it’s part of the job. I don’t see why you’re so concerned with my affairs anyway, they’re none of your business.” He sneered. In all the years I had been watching my father I knew the moment he got defensive he was hiding something.
My jaw clenched, the sound my teeth clashing together filling my ears. I calmed my breathing because giving myself away without proof did me no good. I couldn’t react solely on my emotions. I wasn’t Fox.
“I was at the Underground Club tonight when I called the Feds in to shut the place down. Tony seemed to think he was invincible to anyone and everyone even after I gave him numerous warnings. When the cops showed up, they were more than friendly with Fox and I and one even went as far as to say he was on your payroll.” My face became stone the longer I talked.
My father smiled, his reaction to what I had said was nothing like I had expected. The fucker knew what he was doing and enjoyed it. I was bad, Fox was bad but we never just killed without reason. We owned every single drop of blood that fell on our hands and there was a reason it was there in the first place unlike this pitiful excuse of a man before me.
“I have nothing to say about it Son. I pay who I need to pay to keep things sane for all of us. Instead of being down my throat about it you should be thanking me wouldn’t you agree?” I narrowed my eyes at him. The fat greedy, old man that assumed he owned everyone and everything. One day, very soon I was going to knock him down off his high horse.
“Thankful?” I sputtered. “If you have your hands in things they shouldn’t be in, controlling shit you have no room being apart of then no, I’m not thankful. Anything that’s ever occurred to Fox and I we’ve owned.” I snarled, crossing the short amount of space that separated us.
My hands shook with anger if he had the police on his payroll there was no stopping him from having others.
A laugh spilled from the old man’s lips, “I’ve done for you and your brother things you would never imagine. I protected the company from that little slut that your brother paid a pretty penny for.” The smile that pulled at his lips was pure evil.
“Do not talk about Raven or her mother in my presence. You’re a shitty person for thinking that you could get away with letting her mother die.” I was on the verge of exploding with rage. I realized then as I stood in the lavish parlor of my father’s house that there was nothing that my father couldn’t do. He had power, money, and people to do his dirty work for him.
Raven’s mother and the things he had done to her were just the frosting on the cake I presumed. If I did more digging I’m sure I would discover a whole list of people that had been wronged by him.
“Her mother will die no matter what. Cancer has no discrimination. Ask your Mother…” I was on him in a flash, my fingers sinking into his leathery skin. He was old and feeble, oh how easy it would be to snap his neck and never have to worry about his ass again.
“I hate you, and I hate that you raised Fox and me to be the people we are today.” I squeezed his throat tighter watching as he didn’t even try and fight me off. The lack of oxygen to his brain was causing his skin to turn a bluish color. I leaned in real close to his ear, whispering the words like a final sentence.
“I will discover your secrets. I will unearth them and expose them to every single person you have ever done wrong, and when I’m done I’ll watch you drown in your own misery.” I released him with a shove his body falling helplessly against his heavy wooden desk not even giving him a backward glance as I did so. My father would pay for every single thing he had ever done without clause.
I slammed the door as I left the room, and headed down the hall, my steps heavy as my blood burned hot through my veins. I should be going downstairs to work off some of the rage but I didn’t want to make it go away. I wanted to remember the burn, and pain that I felt right now.
I wanted it to be the gasoline to push me onward. I turned right at the end of the hall and descended further down the East wing of the mansion until I finally made it to my bedroom my hand gripping the brass knob tightly between two fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut telling myself that it didn’t make me any better of a man if I took my frustration out on the porcelain doll I had just bought.
Then again I was different than my father. I never claimed to be a good man. I never tried to prove that I was something I wasn’t. People knew what they were getting when they came to me. There were no secrets.
I twisted the knob, shoving the door open, causing the sweet angelic blonde to twist around in the chair she was sitting on. Her big blue eyes met mine, fear filling them as I took another step inside my bedroom, and then another closing the door behind me.
My eyes slipped from the virgin and to the bed where a yellow envelope sat. It was face down on the mattress, making it impossible to see who it was from. Confusion settled into my features. Had she put this there?
“What is this, and don’t lie to me or your punishment will be rough.” I exhaled, the virgin’s eyes growing larger as she swallowed down what I had said.
“One…” She stumbled over her words nervously, her voice was sweet as sugar. “On
e of the maid’s came in and said that it was a certified letter for you…” As she spoke all I could think about was the way my cock would feel between her petal pink parted lips. Would she suck me off? Would she left me pull her hair?
“A maid brought this in here?” I snarled snatching the envelope up off the mattress and flipping it over to look at the return address. It belonged to a P.O Box in a city not far from here. Curiosity got the best of me as I ripped the thing open, pulling the contents out.
Inside the envelope was a smaller white envelope. I ripped it open pulling out the scrap of paper that had words written on it.
Seth,
I know what happened to your mother wasn’t an accident. Cancer didn’t kill her. She was poisoned. I’ll be sending another letter with more information soon. My identity must remain a secret for now.
Best Wishes,
My hands shook and saliva filled my mouth as my belly churned, acid burning up my throat. I couldn’t believe who it was that had sent this letter, then again how couldn’t I? My father had all already proved the lengths he would go to keep people quiet. If my mother hadn’t been dying of cancer but had slowly been poisoned over time then it wouldn’t be surprising but it also would mean that the morgue had covered up her death. It was becoming more and more evident to me that my father had a bigger part in my mother’s death than I thought.
Whoever this person was, knew something I didn’t and now my eyes were set on discovering the person behind this letter. The paper slipped from my fingers and onto the floor.
“Get on your knees baby, the devil needs his cock sucked off before he explodes and goes on a killing spree…” I turned undoing my belt as I stared her down. She was the perfect victim for my rage, and my cock would be very happy after I got done with her.
