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I shrug. "I mean, I don't see what the big deal is."
His cynical chuckle is enough warning to know that this isn't going to be good. Liam is quick as he moves around me and takes Pretty Bird into a choke hold. "You want to see her face, then you need to fuck her first."
"Uncle Liam, no!"
"Fucking do it, or I'm either going to choke her or break her neck…"
"Please, it's fine. I don't have to see her face!" I'm holding my hands up, trying to get him to calm down.
"Lift her fucking dress, and take your cock out, because she loves the Huntley cock, don't you, whore?"
When I don't move, he tightens his hold around her. "I don't want to fuck your whore, Uncle Liam, I swear!"
He chuckles again. "No?"
"No, I don't."
"Well, that's too fucking bad, because you're going to! Do as I say, or you can say goodbye to your Pretty Bird."
The woman in his arms is trying to shake her head no, but I can't let her die because I was too curious, so I push her dress up past her hips. Her legs are pressed together, denying me entrance. I will hate myself if I go through with this, so I try dissuading him again. "Uncle Liam…please…"
He tilts her head at an unusual angle, so I hurriedly open my pants up and pull out my cock. Fuck, I haven't used this in over two years. Maybe I will luck out and won't be able to get hard.
"Now, open the whore's legs and fuck her cunt. Make sure you make it hurt!" he sneers.
When I finally pry her legs open and get into position, I look up and see a wild look in my uncle's eyes. He's fucking insane. Something about the way he's anticipating me fucking his whore isn't sitting well with me. I back away a little, but he yanks her hair and tightens the choke hold on her. Pretty Bird tries pulling his arm away from her windpipe, but she's still too weak. He's going to kill her if I don't do it.
"It's okay, Pretty Bird. Let's do as he says and get it over with, okay?" I rub my hand up and down on her thigh.
She tries shaking her head, but my uncle holds it firmly in place.
"Can I at least make sure she isn't completely dry?" I ask Liam, trying hard not to show him my hatred.
"What the fuck do I care if she's dry or not? Just fuck her already!"
I move back in position, but I don't want to thrust into her dry, so while stroking my cock in one hand, I reach down to check her. The moment my fingers touch her sex, Pretty Bird rips the covering from her eyes and tries crying out "no" even though there is barely a sound. It takes me a moment to realize what I'm seeing, and suddenly, I push myself back as fast as I can, landing on my ass hard.
What the actual fuck? How is this possible? The past two years run through my head, and things are starting to make sense now. Why he's been hiding all these years after disappearing the way he did. He used the beatdown my father gave him to disappear. Nobody was the wiser. The story and the curse, though... The pictures… I don't understand.
Oh God! He's been using her all these years. Making her fuck him and my grandfather! Grandfather doesn't know either.Fuck!My heart is racing. I can't stop staring at her face. My gut churns when my mind goes to what I've witnessed these past two years and what I was made to watch. What I just almost did myself to save her!
Liam and Lyle have been raping her all these years and she’s endured it all. Oh, you better fucking believe that they are going to pay for all their disgusting crimes. My heart has stopped beating, and time stands still as I stare into the familiar face. Piercing green eyes of someone I thought I would never see again stare back at me with humiliation and despair.
"Mom?"
Eleven
As time slowly starts back up and I can feel the steady thump, thump, thump in my chest once more, I remain stuck to the floor. Tears roll down the face of the woman I once saw as the most beautiful woman in the world. Now, there is shame written all over her face. Shame of what she's become, and what she could not stop from happening to her only son; I see it all in those eyes that are exactly like my own. The shock begins to wear off at seeing her shame, shame that she should not be feeling at all, but it's still there, and raw rage slowly begins to filter through my blood, bringing it to a boiling point where it's going to explode.
"What's wrong, Beau? Is my whore not good enough for you?" Liam keeps his arm around my mother's throat as he laughs, slowly sliding his other hand over her chest and grabbing her breast.
I'm done pretending. Don't think I missed him cursing about sending his henchman away. Liam is on his own and locked himself in this room with the one person he should be scared of. Fuck the D'Angelos, I'm his worst fucking nightmare now!
"Get your filthy fucking hands off my mother!" I seethe.
"Or what? What are you going to do,boy? Kill me? You can't kill someone when they're already a ghost." His laughter is maniacal, his eyes shining with madness.
I know I have to be careful while he still holds my mother. Otherwise, he's liable to break her frail neck. I inch back toward the two of them, watching Liam very closely. He's staring at my mother with a slight smile on his face.
