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A second later, I fill her and hear her scream as her body quakes. Coming together like this is perfect, our bodies in complete synchronization, and I stroke her hair as I hold her, pumping every ounce of cum right into her womb. If I haven’t planted myself there already, I will soon enough, because every day from now on I’m going to live inside this pussy, I’m going to make a home here, and I’m going to fill our new house with our babies.
Chapter 8
Annie
“Are you sure about this?” I ask as we step up to the front of my house. “I mean, maybe we could just put it off for—”
“No putting it off. We do this now.”
Chewy’s hand is at the small of my back in an instant, and while I’m still nervous about what might happen, I feel safe in his arms.
He insisted when we were done at the picnic spot, we had to come back here and he had to face my dad, man to man. I don’t like it, but I understand what he’s saying. The way Chewy puts it, if we don’t start things off right we’ll just be playing catch up later on down the line. Better to get everything out in the open right away.
I’m just afraid of how my father will take it, given he’s not exactly Chewy’s, or the club’s, biggest fan.
“Annie, is that—what the fuck is he doing in my house?”
Looks like my fears were well founded.
“Dad, we need to talk, you need to listen,” I tell him, but his eyes aren’t on me and I’m not sure his mind is either.
“Get the hell out, Charles,” he says, pointing at the door.
Chewy shakes his head. “Not this time, Bart. You’re going to listen to what we have to say. It’s in your own best interests.”
“Yeah? You need to speak to me, Charles?”
“Me and her, we’re together. Nothing you can do about that. But I’m going to treat her right.”
“That so? And how do you intend to treat a daughter of mine right when it’s only a matter of time before you end up back in Lennon?”
Chewy growls under his breath, and I slip my hand into his. “Dad, that’s not going to happen,” I tell him. “We love each other. Chewy wants what’s best for us both, he’s not going to do anything that would jeopardize that.”
I look up at Chewy and he gazes down at me.
“How did I get so lucky?”
The grin can’t stay off my face as I lean into him, but a moment later I hear my father laughing.
“How sweet.” His words are cruel, evil, and I shiver. Sometimes, I see a side of him that makes me wonder if he really is the man I know at all. “Annie, I didn’t want you to find out like this. Your friend here has been running drugs for his club. The police are on their way to his place right now, where they’ll find all the evidence they need to put him away for the next ten years.”
“What?” I ask, my face falling.
“Balls,” Chewy mutters. “You’ve set me up, you motherfucker. What, someone inside with the police in on it with you, right?”
My father is silent, simply watching Chewy’s face, but the coldness in his eyes is familiar to me. I’ve seen it before, on occasions. One time, when I was about thirteen, he and an elderly neighbor had a falling out over something trivial. A week later, I heard a scream and went out to find the neighbor keeled over in his plants, his leg broken as he stepped on a loose bit of earth. When I told my father, I saw the same look in his eyes that he has right now. Satisfied, but more than that. Triumphant.
“How would you know that he was running drugs?” I ask, and my dad’s eyes shoot to me, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he smiles at Chewy.
“You really want to do all this in front of her? I heard you were kind of sweet on my daughter. Would be a shame if she found out just how weak you really are.”
“Shame for her to find out just how much of a jerk off you are, Bart.”
My father just laughs at that comment. “If that’s how you want to play it, fine. This is how it’s going to go. You’ll go home and admit to the drugs, accept your fate and tell the rest of your club that they need to fall into line on the car parts. Otherwise, I’ve got plenty more evidence I can let the police have, about the club’s illegal activities. Believe me, the stuff I have would make the FBI blush.”
“And why, exactly, would I do anything like that?” Chewy’s hand wraps tighter into mine, and I return the gesture. Whatever is going on right now, I have no idea, but I know which side I’m on.
