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Chapter Twenty-Six
ROGAN
The engine of my Bugatti purrs, vibrating my ass. My fingers are clenched tightly around my steering wheel as I upshift, release the clutch, and slam the gas pedal. My car, Ramona, responds as if part of my brain were programmed inside its computer chip, moving instinctively and anticipating my next move.
It pisses my brothers off that I have the most expensive car of us all. No one expects that of me, they think I should drive a Tesla like this Blake chick I knew in college, but that’s not how I roll.
I need power, an engine that runs on fuel, not some prissy car with a fucking electrical plug. A car pulls up next to me, cherry red, and I don’t even have to look to know it’s Alistair.
He grins at me through our windows, then flips me off and speeds up.
Oh, hell no.
I shift again, the gas pressed to the floor, and catch up to him before barreling by. His Lambo can eat my fucking ass.
Ahead, the shining emblem of the Mercedes my brother drives glows in the night. Maddox rolls hard in his G Wagon, but he never drives himself, sitting in the back like a child.
“Got your booster seat with you?” I shout out my window as I zoom past him. Like Alistair, Maddox flips me off, but I just laugh and speed away, beating them both to the warehouse.
On the outskirts of Boston, down a narrow road enclosed by tall gates lined with barbed wire, is where most of our business takes place. It’s seedy, and no one would expect the amount of money we make to come from a place like this.
But that’s the beauty of it. It’s the perfect location for our nefarious interests.
“Hey, Siri, what’s the location of Hellcat?” I ask my car, wondering if she’s on her way as instructed.
“Hellcat is currently on I-90.”
Good, I smile to myself. On time and en route, just like she was told. Rory may act defiant, but deep down, she loves the dominance we bestow upon her. She likes being told what to do and how to do it, even if she thinks she doesn’t.
As a young girl growing up with no parents to keep her in line, Rory got out of hand and rebelled. Her foster parents would relent just so they didn’t have to deal with her, or at least that’s what the records show.
So now, to have the Dixen brothers barking orders at her right and left, I think it calls to something in Rory. I think, deep down, she’s always wanted that but never had it. Her piece of shit brother, Mitchel, sure never told her anything worth knowing. Look at him now, rotting away in some long-term care facility.
There’s still a part of her history I’ve yet to discover. But when I attempted to hack into it, I found software protecting it I haven’t yet encountered, making our little prey so much more enticing.
What secrets does she have to tell?
What could she possibly be hiding?
I’ll find out if it fucking kills me and I have to bend her over my lap and spank the truth out of her. I’ll learn all there is to know about my hellcat, Rory O’Brien.
I spend every waking hour of the day obsessing over her, watching her over my video feeds, and pretending my face is buried between those sweet thighs.
What does she taste like after eating strawberries for a day?
Or champagne?
Is her scent more heady at times and more subtle at others?
What fingers does she use when she plays with herself? Or does she only use one?
So many questions.
They bombard me.
The answers are still out of my grasp.
But not for long.
