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Couldn’t tell you how I hadn’t seen it before, how I hadn’t connected the dots that all led back to one name. And it wasn’t the one on that grave I cursed all those years ago…
“It’s okay, babe. Breathe.” Junior crouched down in front of me, his too-soft fingertips reaching out to stroke my cheek. “I know it’s a lot to take in. Everything I did for you. For us. For this moment.”
“Us?” I choked out the word, stifling a humorless laugh as I rested my neck on the back of the chair and peered up at the ceiling. Once I’d managed to compose myself, I dropped my chin and pinned him with a glare. “You think there’s an us? If the fact I hate your guts didn’t tell you that was never gonna happen, the little tidbit about you shooting me in the head sure as fuck should have.”
I watched Junior’s jaw clench as he pushed to his feet, returning to his assumed position of power with his arms firmly crossed over his chest. Ironically enough, it was a sign he didn’t have power at all.
No, the guy in charge always maintained a relaxed, open posture. While a submissive personality closed in on themselves,protected their vital organs without realizing what they were doing.
“You’re still in shock. I get it. But I’ve waited a long time for you to come to your senses, Dani. And I ain’t about to wait around forever.”
“Your brother had a nice dick, ya know.” I tilted my head to the side, eyeing his reaction like it was a curiosity in one of those carny sideshows that popped into town every now and then. “Was that it? You had a thing for watching us? Did you like the way I used to ride his cock all over that fancy-ass mansion of yours while your pops was none the wiser?” I leaned forward and Junior leaned back, as far as he could go with the desk behind him. “Did ya used to think about me when you’d touch yourself, all curled up in your red race car bed with those Looney Tunes sheets?”
“Space Jam…”
My lips curled into a grin. “What was that? Can’t hear ya when you’re mumbling. Use your big boy voice, Junior.”
“Space Jam,” he hissed. “They were retro-style Space Jam sheets. Special ordered, with a super high thread count.”
“Riiight, excuse my oversight.” I walked my fingers over his still-crossed arms, as the light hair on his wrists appeared to stand on end and a chill traveled up his spine. “So, you saw something you wanted… and decided to go for it. Take out whoever was in your way, is that what your sayin’?”
I could see the wet spot already forming on the left side of his pants, just a few little drops that told me Junior here had a degradation kink.
A bit on the nose but I could work with that.
“Exactly. He didn’t deserve you. Leo was weak. Given everything the world had to offer just because of birth order. Because his sperm happened to get to the egg first.”
“Mmm, I see…” When my hand reached his chest, I honed in on his nipple and pinched. Junior tipped his head back on a groan while one of his palms slammed flat on the desk. “But if Leo was the problem, why shoot me?”
He wasn’t paying attention now, too lost to the feel of my hand playing him like a goddamn fiddle as I waited for my little piggy to squeal.
“Tell me, Junior. Tell me why and I’ll make all those sick fantasies of yours come true. Bet your into some real fucked-up shit, aren’t you?”
I took the incoherent grunting sound he made when my fingertips traveled north as both agreement and confirmation that I hit the nail on the head.
“I didn’t get it at first… didn’t realize that he was making you do all that stuff—ngh…” Once again, his words died off into a strangled sound in the back of his throat. The bastard was nearly coming in his pants and I hadn’t even reached his waistband yet.
I mean, great for me. Bad for every woman he tried to please in the sack.Triedbeing the key word there.
“Go on, Junior. We’re both so close to getting what we want…” I urged him, my voice dipping an octave as I lightly brushed along the sensitive skin just above his pubic area. Men had so many nerve endings if you just knew how to find 'em and use 'em to your advantage.
“I was pissed off that everything was so easy for him. Just had to look at something and it was his, so I thoughtnot this time. He couldn’t get the girl too. Which worked out better than I thought. I got to keep you, Leo took the blame, and your old man did what I should have done in the first place.”
I thought hearing the truth would bring me some sort of peace, that knowing thewhywould somehow put my mind at ease and diminish this weight on my chest. But all it did wasmake me angrier. To know that at the end of the day it had all been by chance…
One little shift in time, a centimeter here, a millisecond there and I’d be the one dead. Or maybe I would have seen it coming, did something to stop it, killed the fucker so that Leo…
Fuck, Leo… I’d focused so much energy on hating him… for what?
But none of that mattered right now. Not when I had a prick and a pecker to deal with. And not necessarily in that order.
“Oh, Junior, you stupid little cunt…”
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Aproper jab to the femoral artery and a fucker could bleed out in seconds. Frankie would have told me the correct term was exsanguination. Draining of an essential bodily fluid. The color was a bright red. Like a fire hydrant. Oxygenated and prime for the taking, only a little over an inch below the skin’s surface in that sensitive area next to the groin. A spot men were all too willing to offer up to you on a silver fucking platter whenever their cocks did the thinking for them. Which was more often than not.
And Junior was no different. If anything, the son of a bitch was easy pickings. Not worth the effort. Something that was equal parts infuriating and mind-numbingly dull.
