Page 61 of Speak No Claim

Then there was me and the Brotherhood, snorting lines of cocaine, and smoking weed and cigarettes while chicks found our cocks to grind on to the beat of the music. I made my rounds, flirting it up, gaining potential pussy, all while avoiding the chicks who I’d already had the pleasure of pissing off.

The place was stocked with liquor, beer, and food. An endless supply of whatever your poison might be. Again, Hennessy flashed before my eyes, and the more I drank, getting lost in drugs, the harder it was to push her out of my thoughts.

One thing was for sure: this party was a free-for-all.

“This is some good shit,” one of the brothers hollered, snorting a huge rail off the hand mirror in his hand before passing me the blunt.

We were sitting on one of the couches in the game room with the coffee table in front of us, lined with mountains of cocaine and stocks of pills of all sorts. People were walking around everywhere, smoking weed, popping pills, fucking out in the open, all while kicking back an obscene amount of booze.

We were all on the same page, wanting nothing more than to just forget. Everyone was always running from something, especially in this town.

Most of the women showed up half-naked, dancing on poles, brothers, and each other. It was just the way the wealthy loved to party. The seedier the better. There wasn’t anything money couldn’t buy you or buy you out of, including murder, and I learned that fourteen years ago that day.

I placed the blunt in my mouth, sucking in long and hard, holding the smoke in for as long as I could. It was when I noticed it was laced with something that I started to see trails. The guilt was eating me alive.

As the night continued, so did the usual festivities. I was Onyx Devereaux, putting on a good show.

It was one thing after another lately. The Brotherhood, my dad, and now Hennessy. Everything was a fucking mess. The walls were closing in, and I had no way out. The demons never left me alone. My companions, always sitting right next to me, waiting for the turmoil of more devastation to take over.

More lives, more blood, more death.

Sacrifice.

I blinked, finding myself out back in the grotto, hidden behind the pool and its massive rocks. It was designed that way. I desperately tried to forget, but nothing was working.

The pain was still alive, bleeding right out of me, leaving nothing but destruction in its wake. I did another line, leaning back into the couch cushions and letting the blow take over. I watched the colored lights dance around the sky.

The distinct taste of the drip from the blow ran down the back of my throat, but I chased it down with a bottle of Pappy Van Winkle 10-year bourbon.

“Hey, Onyx,” some blonde with big tits purred, making herself at home on my lap. She brought her brunette friend with her to sit down next to me.

“I’m Bunny, and this is Penelope,” the blonde informed me, seductively biting her lip and twirling her finger in her hair. She grazed her perfectly manicured finger along her friend’s breasts. “Penelope forgot to put on a bra tonight.” Slightly pulling down her friend’s skintight dress, she exposed a perfectly round nipple before circling her finger around it, making it hard. “She also forgot to wear panties.”

The brunette spread her legs open on cue, propping her one stiletto heel on the table beside us.

“How about Penelope and I show you a good time?” the blonde whispered in my ear, sucking my lobe into her mouth, then flicking it with her tongue.

Her friend looked up at me with piercing bright blue eyes, licking her lips.

Baiting me.

“What makes you think I’m not already having one?” I never took my eyes off the brunette who was eye-fucking the shit out of me.

“You’re sitting here all alone. We figured you could use some company,” the blonde responded, kissing along my jaw.

I already forgot their names.

Taking the cocaine vial out of her bra, she twisted off the cap, tapping it on her friend’s chest. Instantly leaning back, I enjoyed the show, waiting for their next move.

“Ladies, first,” I murmured, gesturing to them.

The blonde nodded, leaned forward, and snorted it right off her friend, and I followed suit. I spent the next hour in a drug-induced blur, watching the two of them dance for me on the poles in the corner of the grotto.

They were grinding on each other, taking turns hanging upside down with their legs out in splits, tongue fucking the shit out of each other’s pussies. Brothers stood around hooting and hollering, throwing bills at them. Twenties, hundreds, it didn’t matter. Money never did. They were enjoying the show.

The blue-eyed brunette came strutting over to me, naked in all her glory. A green light illuminated her curvy frame, showing me the woods and reminding me of Hennessy.

I quickly shook off the sentiment, trying to focus through the fog that was my mind while she straddled my lap backward. I didn’t hesitate. I pulled her back into my chest, nipping at her neck as she swayed her hips to the sultry beat of the music. Grinding her ass into my cock, over and over again.