This Isn't Fair, Baby (War & Peace Book #6)

by K. Webster

  “Can you put some clothes on?” I hiss through clenched teeth. There’s no way I can carry on this conversation with her succulent tits on full display. She looks up at Esteban in question. As if she needs permission from him to dress. A flash of fire blazes inside me. This isn’t the Vee I know. The Vee I know isn’t controlled by anyone.

  “Take my shirt,” he tells her and strokes her cheek.

  She leans in to his touch and smiles. It’s creepy as fuck.

  “Thank you,” she murmurs as she starts delicately plucking through his buttons. Once she unfastens them all, he slips out of his dress shirt and helps her into it. He fastens one button in front of her tits before pulling her against his chest.

  “How long you two been together?” I question, my voice coming out with a slight bite.

  Vee stiffens for a brief moment but won’t meet my gaze. “Months now, right Esteban?”

  He continues to pet her and nods. “Yep. Might even be love.” His gaze darts to mine and he smirks. The look says, I won the fucking prize. It makes my blood boil. Vee is my age. She was my friend growing up. She was mine.

  Was.

  She looks up at him in confusion. “Love?”

  Esteban shrugs and runs his thumb across her bottom lip. “Could be. You hungry, Roja?”

  Vee has pretty smiles. But the one she’s giving him right now is unlike any other I’ve seen before. Brilliant like a thousand rays of sunlight.

  “Please,” she begs. “I’m so hungry.”

  He pushes her off his lap and gives her ass a little pinch. “Go take a quick shower, and I’ll have it ready for you.”

  She lets out a squeal before throwing her arms around his neck. “Thank you!” Her lips find his and they kiss as if they’re in a goddamned porno. It fucking nauseates me.

  When she’s gone, he rises and begins making a sandwich. He pours her a giant glass of milk. Then, he reaches into his pocket, retrieves a pill, crushes it with a knife, and drops the dust crumbles into the milk.

  I scowl. “What the fuck did you just put in her drink?”

  His eyes pierce mine. “She likes it. Mind your own fucking business.”

  Those words cut through me, and I’m transported to the past.

  “Mind your own fucking business,” Esteban growls.

  I ignore the sounds of Duvan banging Luz in the corner. Her little sister and I go to school together. Both Luz and Ana are skanks. I don’t know why Duvan sleeps with her. Everyone has slept with Luz and Ana. I know for a fact Esteban has been with Luz, too. And just yesterday, Ana sucked my dick between classes.

  “Why do you have her bra?” I demand through clenched teeth. I may only be halfway through fourteen years of age, but I would try to kick his ass if I had to. Of course Esteban would pummel me, but I bet I’d get a hit or two in on him.

  “She gave it to me,” he says simply and brings one of the white padded cups to his nose to inhale. “So sweet.”

  I glare at him and then dart my gaze down to Vee. Her shirt is still on, but now I can see her small nipples through the fabric. She’s sleeping peacefully. Did she really give it to him?

  “Leave her alone,” I mutter in defeat. “She deserves someone better than you fucking with her.”

  He smirks. “Like you? Have you stolen her V-card yet, Oz?”

  “No,” I snap.

  “Why not? You’ve racked up quite the collection of V-cards lately, haven’t you? Duvan tells me you’ve fucked your way through most of the girls at your school.”

  Irritation bubbles through me. “Vee’s my friend. It’s not like that.”

  “Ahhh,” he says with a malicious grin. “So I’m free to take it.”

  “Fuck you!”

  I hear a zipper behind me, and then Duvan saunters up next to me wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and stinking like sex. He slings an arm over my shoulder. I can tell he’s high as fuck.

  “Why are you two assholes fighting in my room?” Duvan questions, a lazy smile on his face.

  I ignore him and squat down in front of the sofa. Vee looks so innocent with her head in Esteban’s lap as she sleeps. Doesn’t she know my brother is evil? I slide my arms beneath her to lift her up, but Esteban’s giant hand pushes down on her breast through her shirt to keep me from lifting her.

  “She stays,” he taunts, a challenge gleaming in his eyes.

  “Take your hand off of her before I break it,” I snarl and meet his glare. “She goes with me.”

  Both him and Duvan start laughing at my valiant effort to protect my friend. I’m able to snag her and escape without any more crap from the two assholes. Once she’s settled in my dark room under the blankets, I crawl in behind her to spoon her.

  She’s my best friend, and I’ll be damned if I let them fuck with her.

  “I missed you, Ozzy,” she murmurs, half asleep.

  “Missed you too, Vee. Now sleep this shit off so your dad doesn’t kill us.”

  She squirms a little, which makes my cock harden against her ass. I’ll have to go visit Ana later to get laid or I’ll end up doing something stupid like fucking my best friend. The image of her naked and beneath me only makes my cock harder, so I try to envision other things that don’t turn me on. Like Esteban, the fucker. But then my active imagination goes to him with Vee underneath him. His teeth on her tiny tits, marking her up like some kind of savage beast. My erection is gone but now I’m just raging with fury. With Vee turning into a woman, she’ll start to be a problem when she visits. Esteban likes to conquer and Duvan likes to fuck. Between the two of them, one of them will corrupt her if I don’t protect her.

  “I’ll keep you safe,” I assure her in the faintest of whispers.

  I’m snapped from my inner thoughts when a fresh-faced Vee bounces into the kitchen. Her eyes glitter with excitement, which makes my chest ache. At one time, she wanted me. Not him. Me. And now, one of the few people I have left in this world doesn’t want me anymore.

  “I’m so hungry,” she tells Esteban as she eyeballs the sandwich he’s set out for her on the table.

  “I know. Sit.” He motions for the chair that he’s dragged right beside him. “Eat.”

  Her red hair looks darker now that it’s wet. It hasn’t been combed through and she isn’t wearing any makeup whatsoever. It makes her seem younger, like that night I rescued her from Esteban’s predator ass when she was just fourteen.

  I guess it’s too late to rescue her now. She’s clearly head over fucking heels for him. Every look she flashes him is filled with adoration and love. I’m completely ignored. As she starts to eat, Esteban leans forward to watch her. She devours the sandwich in record speed. Then, she chugs the milk. It isn’t until she finishes that I remember him putting something in it.

  Fuck.

  I’m the worst goddamned friend ever.

  “Can I have more?” she pleads with him, sadness pulling on her cute features. “Please.”

  He pats her while he shakes his head. “No. Not right now. I don’t want you to get sick.”

  She frowns but obeys. “Okay.”

  “Let’s go outside on the porch and talk,” Esteban says as he stands. She takes his hand as if it’s normal and lets him guide her outside. I stare after them. The shirt he made her wear swallows her, but it’s white and completely see-through. It’s like she’s fucked in the head or something.

  I snag the tequila bottle and make my way outside. It’s dark and the ocean is fairly volatile as a storm starts to roll in. The wind is brusque and way too cold for her to be out here with no clothes on. Esteban is just wearing his wife beater, so I’m sure he’s cold too. But neither of them seem bothered as they sit down in the wicker love seat. I sit across from them in a single chair.

  Esteban and I discuss Diego Gomez. We each state what we know of his territory and inner workings. And as the night progresses, the liquor begins to numb me to my core. Esteban becomes more handsy, while Vee seems to squirm with need. Whatever he gave her appears to be wo
rking because she is practically humping his leg.

  We’ve all gone quiet. The two of them are wrapped up in each other while I stare like some perverted voyeur. I guess I don’t get how she’s suddenly so into my brother. Everyone always knew Vee wanted me. I knew this. Vee knew this. Our friends and family. But I cared for her as a friend, which always had me keeping my dick in my pants. There were so many times when I could have fucked her, and she would have let me. I didn’t, though.

  And now, apparently, the time has passed.

  My best friend has moved on to my fucking brother instead.

  Vee wasn’t ever supposed to be his.

  I’m still lost in thought when I hear the pop of a button and then see a flash of white as the shirt falls to the floor. Her back is to me and she’s straddling my brother’s lap. I’ve seen both my brothers fucking before. Plenty of times. But seeing my best friend all but beg for my brother’s cock definitely pisses me off. What pisses me off more is that the curve of her ass has my cock harder than fucking stone.

  Vee wasn’t ever supposed to be his.

  My gaze stays on her ass as she rubs herself against him through his slacks. Her fingers are locked in his hair and she keeps begging.

  “Please, Esteban.”

  Her breathy tone is too much. I’ve never craved Vee sexually. Sure, I’d thought about boning her a time or two, because I was a horny little shit, but never once did I just crave her. Yet now, I can’t stop thinking about her full tits and round ass. About the fact that my brother will soon be inside her.

  I rub at my cock through my jeans, seeking relief. When I lift my gaze, I see that my brother caught the movement. He smirks, like all those times he’d fucked a woman in front of me before. A smirk that says, it’s okay, you can watch and maybe learn a thing or two.

  My jaw clenches when I hear the buckle of his belt jangle. Soon, he’s got his pants pushed down his thighs. Then, I hear the tear of a condom packet. He’s about to fuck her right in front of me. I should just get up and let them do their shit. I don’t want to fucking see this.

  But I don’t move.

  I do want to see.

  “Oz is turned on, Roja,” he growls. “Let my baby brother see what’s mine.” He grabs her hips and twists her so that she’s facing me. My gaze falls to her large tits, which bounce with her movement, and then roam over her flat stomach to the thin tuft of red hair between her thighs. I can see my brother’s dick sliding in and out of her. Her juices soaking his cock. I let out a groan as my eyes travel back up her creamy curves to her face.

  “Mmm,” she murmurs as she rubs at her nipples.

  My brother grips her hair and yanks her back. Her tits stick out even farther. I’m aching to fist my cock right now. Vee looks so fucking hot, and I’m a damn idiot for not ever hitting that before. Her full lips are swollen and parted as she moans. Those green eyes—eyes that always light up with the fire typical of redheads—have been dulled. She’s high as fuck on whatever he gave her.

  “Whom do you belong to?” Esteban murmurs as he thrusts his hips up.

  She shudders. “You.”

  Vee wasn’t ever supposed to be his.

  My cock is seriously straining in my jeans now. I can’t fucking deal with how painful it is so I unzip my jeans and free it. When I start stroking myself, I pretend that it’s me she’s riding. I bet her pussy is so goddamned tight.

  “Ahh,” Esteban taunts. “Baby brother can’t control himself around you.”

  I don’t look at him but instead meet her gaze. The adoration she used to look at me with is vacant from her eyes. Instead, all I find there is desperation. Desperation to reach that high she’s chasing.

  Vee wasn’t ever supposed to be his.

  Her eyes lock on my cock and she bites her lip. It’s when she lets out a moan as an orgasm overtakes her that I lose it. Hot semen shoots up my chest, wetting my T-shirt. My cock throbs as I drain the rest of my release. The moment I come down from my climax, reality sets in.

  I just got off watching my rapist brother fuck my high-off-her-ass best friend.

  I’m a fucking asshole.

  THE ROOM SPINS around me as Esteban carries me inside. Everything is so foggy lately. Like I’m in a dream. And all I want to do is eat and fuck. As if I’m some animal.

  “I’m hungry,” I whine when Esteban lays me on the mattress.

  “Tomorrow,” he tells me and stumbles into the bathroom. When he emerges some time later, he’s clean from a shower but still looks drunk. He falls into the bed face first.

  Even through my haze, I realize this is the first time he’s dropped his guard since he’s had me here at this San Diego safe house. My brain is garbled and confused. A part of me feels like this is important. That I should do something about it. But a bigger part of me wonders if he’ll notice if I sneak out to make a sandwich. My stomach growls as if to answer me.

  Eventually, after what feels like hours, I decide to sneak out. The only goal in my head is food. I stumble through the darkness, now that all of the lights have been shut off, in a journey to the kitchen. I’m careful as I tiptoe into the kitchen. I’ll just sneak a banana or something and slip back into bed. Esteban will never know. As quietly as I can, I open the cupboards on a hunt for something quick and edible. I find the jar of peanut butter, which makes my stomach growl again. Quickly, I twist off the top and stick my finger inside to scoop out some. It tastes so good that I let out an embarrassing moan. I’m scooping out another heap with my fingers when I sense someone else’s presence.

  Jerking my head toward the doorway, I’m shocked to see Ozzy standing there in nothing but his boxers. His hair is messy like he’s been sleeping. Now that I’m getting some food in my belly, I’m able to wade through some of the fog.

  “I was hungry,” I murmur as I suck on my finger.

  His eyes darken and he prowls forward. Old familiar feelings stir in my belly. So many times I imagined scenes where he’d find me naked and then claim me. Lust swims in his gaze. Desire for me.

  Esteban would kill him for looking at me like that.

  “He doesn’t let you wear clothes?” he questions, his voice husky as he steps closer.

  I shake my head. “No.”

  He sways on his feet and I remember how much tequila he drank earlier. When he grips my wrist, I let out a whimper. I watch with sadness as he draws my peanut-butter-covered fingers to his mouth. My stomach continues to growl, and yet, here he is sucking the precious food off my hand.

  “You’re a natural seductress,” he tells me as he licks his lips. Then, his mouth sucks on two of my fingers at a time. My nipples harden and I hate that my body responds to him. Esteban made it very clear that my feelings for Oscar were over.

  “I just want to eat,” I tell him.

  He pushes my hand between my thighs and smears the creamy goodness still left on my fingers along the lips of my pussy. “So do I.”

  I start to argue but then he’s on his knees. His mouth is on me, sucking off the peanut butter with vigor. I nearly drop the vat of peanut butter on his head. Stars glitter in my vision. My mind is still foggy, but I feel a niggling sensation creeping over me. Telling me this is wrong. That this will get me in a lot of trouble.

  What if Esteban makes me go back to the metal box?

  What if I starve again?

  A tear snakes its way down my cheek, and I desperately shovel more peanut butter into my mouth. His tongue is on my clit, lapping at me as he licks away the food he smeared there. Small jolts of pleasure prickle through me here and there, but I mostly wish he would stop before everything blows up in our faces. I let out a groan when he urges my leg over his shoulder. His mouth cleans every single smudge of peanut butter off my pussy.

  “You’re so hot,” he breathes against me.

  I frown as I suck more peanut butter off my fingers. “Please stop.”

  He presses a kiss to my clit before standing. His lips are quirked up into the mischievous smile I remember so we
ll. It makes my heart squeeze from the memory of how I used to feel about him.

  “Did you come?” he questions as he steals my jar from me.

  I growl. “Give it back.”

  “There she is. Guess the mollies or whatever the fuck he gave to you are fading. The bitch is waking up,” he says with relief.

  My eyes are fixated on the jar of peanut butter. I can’t believe he stole it from me. I’m so damn hungry. Anger surges through me, and I attempt to take it back, but he holds it high over his head.

  “While my tongue was between your legs, I came up with a plan. Tomorrow, we’re going to Colombia.”

  I freeze and stare at him. “I’m staying with Esteban.”

  He gives me back my peanut butter and then sets to wetting a cloth. I’m too focused on my only source of food to even notice that he cleans me up between my legs.

  “Vee,” he tells me with a smile. “I have a plan to take back what belongs to our families. You’ll be a Rojas one day, so this should be important to you.”

  A Rojas?

  For so many years I wanted that…but with Oscar.

  Now, I try to imagine being married to his brother.

  My fantasies are jumbled and messy. Right now I don’t think I like them either way. A thundering in my head starts to form again as I try to work out my future.

  I don’t want to believe it but I know, deep down, Esteban is drugging me and probably has been for some time.

  That has to be why I’m so out of it. So animalistic.

  The only thing that explains the headaches and confusion.

  “Go to sleep. Tomorrow, we’re going to war. And you, Vee,” he says with a smile as he strokes my cheek, “are going to help us.”

  “What is this place?” I question as I peer out a window that faces a pond. The dress that sticks to my body feels heavy and strange after months of not wearing anything. When I don’t get a response, I turn to regard Esteban.