Thinking about Jaden as my wife had methinking of all kinds of different scenarios in my head and abouthow well she’d fit into the role. Seeing her domesticated, takingcare of my children andmehad myinsides warm, and I honestly liked the idea. And then whenbedtimecame, she’d fall rightback into my feisty little slut when I’d tie her to our bed andfuck her until her eyes rolled into the back of her head … and thenshe’d beg for more and I’d oblige.
I never thought of myself as being much of afamily man, but when you reach a certain age, things begin tochange and your cravings evolve into something far moreimportant—leaving a legacy behind. Dan announced he and his wife oftwo years were pregnant, and for some reason, that got the ballrolling for me. The idea that I would be Uncle Darren in the nextfive months had me nervous as shit. This would be the first babyfrom our generation, and I didn’t know yet how to correctlyintroduce a child into this life. I knew my mom fought to have mybrothers and I spared, but she never had much control over ourupbringing, and she had even less influence after she died. My dadwas hard as shit on us, but it made me the man I was today, and Iwas good with that.
My dad taught me almost everything I knewabout the business, about life, and how and when to take it. Ikilled for the first time when I was ten thanks to him. I shot adrug dealer who owed my father money right in the head in this veryhouse. I never even blinked. I was calm and collected, and when itwas over, I walked out into the trees and threw up all over thebushes where my father couldn’t see.
Later that night, my dad told me he wasproud of me, and I was ecstatic because that was all I ever wantedto do. Young boys always seek approval from their fathers, and thatwas what my sons would seek from me, so I needed to be prepared forwhen their time finally came … but I needed to tame their motherfirst.
Seven miles later, I finally felt better,got off thetreadmill,and headedupstairs for a quick shower. I then changed into a pair of jeansand a black t-shirt and made my way down to the basement to collectmy naughty little princess from her cage. Three hours in thatcold-ass basement should have swayed some sense into her bynow.
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I was fucking freezing and dehydrated ashell. I had been in this tiny cage for God knew how long—hours, atleast. I had been a hot sweaty mess at first, but the cold metalcage saw to change that. I pulled my hair out of my messy knot inhopes it might help to warm me, but it did very little.Eventually,I had fallen asleep, exhaustionfinally taking over as I laid on my side with my arms inside mydress, huddling into myself for warmth. To my surprise, not asingle nail from my manicure had broken. They must have been forgedout of Adamantium or something.
I woke upsometimelater to find my body shakingrapidlyas it failed to keep warm, and it was so dark, Icouldn’t even see my own hand in front of my face. My thighs weresticky and gross from Darren’s earlier display of physicaldominance. I had never been more grateful for that birth controlimplant from the warehouse than right at this moment.
The whole time, I had been driving myselfcrazy with fear at the thought of being married to this monster andgiving him little baby monsters to raise. It made me sick to mystomach, and I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from mylidsin heavy drops. This was notthe life I wanted to life, not the life I thought I was destinedfor. I couldn’t let him do this to me, but I didn’t know what to donow. He was so much bigger and stronger than I was, and no amountof training would matter against him. I would need to figuresomething else out. If I let him think he had broken me, he wouldmost likely speed up the “plans” he had for me, and I wasn’t readyfor that. I had to get my shit together first.
As I buried my freezing cold nose into myclothing, I knew Darren was watching me; I knew there was a camerasomewhere, no way there wouldn’t be. He was probably enjoying thesight of my suffering knowing I was in his control. I wondered howlong he would leave me down here.
During my little confinement, I now hadplenty of time to think and reflect. Though my entire body was soreand my aching core still throbbed, I decided I could either liehere and pity myself or I could plot Darren’s destruction. Theproblem was I didn’t have enough reliable information at mydisposal. I would need to know absolutely everything before I couldstrike.
Darren hadfamily,and he already warned me of the vendetta thatwould ensue should I ever become successful in his death. How thefuck was I going to get around that? I’d somehow have to take hisempire down first and then burry Darren in the ashes. Whateverdecision I made would inadvertentlyaffectmy family if I didn’t execute my escape withabsolute success. I couldn’t leave a single stone unturned. Like anentire infestation of termites, every last member of the colony hadto be eliminated. I just had no idea how I would do it.
But, God, what if I failed? What if Darrencaught me plotting or foiled my attempt? How bad would he punishme? I had a strong feeling my family would be the direct recipientof my punishment. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t fail. Ihad to strategize every scenario and plot accordingly. Butin order todo that, I needed toget inside his head. I needed to know everything about him. Ineeded to get him to let his guard down and fall for me. He had tofeel comfortable enough to trust me, to know I wasn’t going to tryto run from him anymore. I would have to make him believe it sothat when the time finally presented itself, when I had all thevariables to the equation, I would strike and succeed with flyingfucking colors.
Some timelater, I heard the door open and I braced my arm over my eyes toshield them from the brightness of the light. Finally, Darren’sface came intoview, and hecrouched down next to the cage.
“Are you ready to behave now?” he askedme.
I nodded, as I remained where I was in thecage. He tilted his head to the side and eyed me as if waiting forsomething.
“Yes, Darren,” I finally croaked out, mymouth and throat dry from my earlier exertion.
“Good girl,” he replied unlocking the cage.He stepped aside and gestured for me to come out.
I pushed myself from the floor of the cage;my muscles strained and ached from my position and earlier battlewith him as I crawled out. The pain between my legs had subsidedslightly, but I was still terribly sore from his violent onslaught.Darren helped me stand while I kept my eyesonthe floor. I was now an array of emotions, feartrembling through my body, anger radiating in my chest, but anewfound hope rose front and center.
Placing his hand around tomy lowerback, Darren pulled me against him and held me in a tight embrace.I didn'teven fight it as I graciously accepted the warmththat came off him in waves, and I shivered as my body reacted tothe change in temperature. His hands caressed my back, soothing itgently as I trembled, and I found it strange how quickly I allowedmyself to become comfortable.
I hated this man with my entire being, buthere he was, gentle as can be. I wanted to cry for accepting hissudden act of kindness, but I honestly needed it. He sighed as mybody melted intohis and I buriedmy nose in his chest to warm my face. I thennoticed he hadchanged his clothes since our battle. He was now wearing a blackcotton t-shirt and what felt like a pair of jeans.
“You know … I didn’t enjoy having to put youdown here. I much rather prefer you to be at my side, but you leftme no choice. You need to learn who is in control, Jaden. Do youunderstand now?”
“Yes,” I whispered. I could barelyspeak.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Darren,” I tried to clarify.
“Good. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.It’s pastdinnertime”
He kept a heavy arm around my hips as hewalked me into a nearby bathroom. I was grateful for his support,as I didn’t think I could keep up with his pace for once.
“Sit,” he said, pointingatthe toilet. I gently sat down, attempting tohide the wince from the throb between my legs that blossomed oncemore from the pressure. I immediately leaned over and rested myhead in my hands, trying to relax while Darren drew a bath next tome.
I could hear him rummagingthroughoutthe bathroom, pouring shit into thewater. The scent of eucalyptusfilledmy nose, calming me. I honestly loved that smell.When the tub was filled, I listened as Darren removed his clothesand took my hand to pull me up. He lifted my dress up over my headand removed my bra with the simplest pinch of his fingers. I had noidea what became of the thong I had worn earlier. Then, to myprotest, he lifted me in his arms and placed us both in thescented hotwater. My body jerkedfrom the temperature, but after a few seconds, I settledeasily.
Darren placed me between his legs and leanedme back against his chest. My skin crawled as my bare body touchedhis. I wanted nothing more than to inch away until I was completelyon the other side, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.
