“I… Wow. That’s…” Her chin wobbled. “Thank you, Laius. You don’t know how much I need this.” They fucking kissed like they were about to hump.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I bought a new house for Jo. We’re going to be living there from now on,” he said.
Motherfucker. He wanted to limit my time and access to her. Did he think it would stop me? Boy, that man who called himself my father didn’t know the first thing about me or what I was capable of. “Congratulations.”
“I wish I could tell you to come live with us, but I’m sure you understand that ain’t gonna work. You’re welcome to visit any time, when I’m there.”
I snorted. “Why, Daddy? Scared I’d do Stepmommy better than you when you’re gone?”
“Fuck you, Rex. Wanna go back in the Boiler, boy?”
“I’d rather go back to that stinky dump than stick my dick into a pussy you stick your dick in.” I made an exaggerated face, pretending I was disgusted.
He grabbed me by the cut—I got that back right before the fucking wedding after Iearnedit—and practically spat in my ear. “Didn’t stop you before.”
“Before you fucking made her my stepmom,” I spat back, making sure it was for his ears only. “Who would be that sick to fuck their stepmom?” I was. “Or marry his son’s girl?” He was. Quite a family we had here.
“The guy who would pop his teacher’s cherry and make her cheat on his own dad with him.”
“Says the guy who kidnapped her son’s girl and branded her his own then fucking married her to ruin her for him forever, the only woman he ever loved or wanted to be with.”
“She wasn’t yours.” Angrily, he let go of me. “Even if you thought she was, she ain’t now. She chose me. She has my fucking name, just like you.”
I smirked and switched my gaze toward her. “Congratulations again,Miss M.” I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of acknowledging their fucking marriage. “I’ll comevisitall the time.” I winked, and she clenched her jaws. “But only when Daddy is there because he can’t trust me around your precious pussy.”
Suddenly, her hot coffee was flying in the air in my direction. I ducked, and then the cup smashed into pieces right next to me. “Jeez. Did you just throw your coffee at me, Jo?” I glanced at Furore. “The bitch wants to burn me.”
He punched me in the jaw. “Call her bitch or mention her pussy one more time, and you won’t see your dick again. You wanna be a part of this family, you gotta fucking respect it.”
Pain and darkness and blood. Pain and darkness and fucking blood.
“I want to transfer from the school, too, Laius,” she said.
Over my dead body. He wanted her out of the house, fine, but the school was my turf. I wouldn’t let her get away that easily. “Why now, Jo? Your husband is giving you a new house to live where I can only have chaperoned visits and I didn’t say a word. You married my father, and I gave you my word and kept my distance, didn’t I?”
She shot me a murderous glare. I took it the coward, little faerie hadn’t told the mighty king on me.
I smirked at both of them. “Maybe, it’s not me you don’t trust to stay away whenever we’re together.” Whistling, I walked out of the kitchen. “Candy! Come here, baby! I heard my wicked stepmother made you wear your underwear on your head yesterday. Let me make it up to you.” I threw a quick glance at fuming Jo, and Daddy Dearest, in whose chest I’d just sowed the seeds of doubt about his wife’s fidelity. “You don’t fuck her anymore, right?”
Candy trotted my way, her tits naked for whomever was playing with them. “You need me, Rex?”
“Yeah, baby, come to my room.”
“I thought you had a girlfriend.”
With a wolfish grin on my face, I glanced at Jo from the corner of my eye. “Guess what? She turned out to be a cheating, lyingbitch.”
Furore barked, coming after me. Cackling, I grabbed Candy’s hand, and we ran together to my room. Then I locked it before he could catch us.Take that, Prez.
CHAPTER 38
Tirone
“Get out of the fucking car,” Jo rustled, her hand on the key in ignition, as I slid into her car where she seemed to be hiding in the school parking lot at lunch.
I slammed the door shut, settling inside, ignoring her. “I see you still come to my school, teach. What? You couldn’t find another job or your husband made you come here still to prove me wrong…or it’s you who want to prove him and yourself wrong?”
