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Still no sign of Grayson…
CHAPTERFOUR
xander
Dragging Grayson outside,I haul him into the bushland behind his house with that girl’s distracting taste rolling around my gums. I use my tongue to catch more of her flavour, humming, my mind drifting to the chick with the thick caramel-coloured hair and the chip on her shoulders.
I smile to myself, the night panning out just right. Pain. Pussy. Pleasure. Perfection.
Grayson snivels as we trek. The trees are thick, branches and twigs scratching us, some snap to allow us passage further into the dense organic enclosure.
“I’m sorry. Whatever I’ve done. I’m sorry.”
I don’t respond.
“Tell your brother I sometimes say dumb shit.”
I raise an eyebrow.
“I know some important people, Xander.” He switches his play from apologising to intimidation, which only adds to his desperation. “They’ll look for me, ya know—"
I help the prick out. “I’m not going to kill you in a park outside your home, you muppet,” I say through a deep chuckle. Grayson has watched one too many mob movies.
He pants. “What is this about then? I’m not gay.”
“Grayson.”I sigh, exasperation drawing the sound out, the stupidity of this dipshit grating on me. How that stunning girl in his bed with that juicy pussy can stand to have his lips on her, I have no fucking idea. “I’m not going to fuck you, Young, but if I did…” I wink at him. “You’d be gay after that magic.”
He shuffles along. “What do you want then?”
Halting in a small clearing, I gesture with my chin to an open patch of dirt. Deadpan, I order, “Dig.”
And that is all it takes for his cock to spill, piss filling the fabric in his crotch, a snake of soiled denim slithering to his shoes. “God! No! You said—”
“Stop talking.” I grab my phone and snap a picture of him with a pool of piss darkening his designer jeans. “Delete every image you have of underage girls,” I state. “And stay the fuck away from them until they are grown-arse women.”
The taste of that girl causes me to add, “What is it with you entitled, rich dipshits? You don’t appreciate anything. That girl in your bed deserves better. Come on, mate? I could bathe between her legs, and she looked damn strung out. It’s not right. I’m disappointed in you, Young.”
That offends him. “I’m good at licking pussy! But she’s a slut. Everyone has been between her legs, so she’s impossible to pleas—”
“Hey, hey,” I admonish, “don’t fault the Dodge Tomahawk for the crash just because you can’t fucking ride it.”
He keeps apologising to me when really he should be apologising to her… ‘Cause, without spectators, he’s a cowardly prick, clasping his hands and begging me for forgiveness, swearing through tear-filled lips that he didn’t touch Anderson’s young daughter.
“I don’t like underage girls!” he grounds, defensiveness pitching his voice. “Those pictures weren’t for me. I swear.”
“Who were they for, then?” I ask, not buying his shit. “Taking them for a friend?”
Looking at his shoes, he swallows his words. He’s a lying sack of shit. “No.”
Now to leave an impression and get myself some therapy from my mother’s death, from the cold acceptance of her end, and from today’s bullshit wake. From the loss of something and nothing because I never had her love. Not really.
Preparing myself, I raise my fists. “Now. I want to see what you got, mate. Your brother Chuck has a killer right jab. You break my nose and I’ll let you off with just that. But if you miss, I’ll bruise every inch of your body.”
My pulse thumps and my muscles flood with endorphins, spiked by excitement. When he thrusts his fist at my face, I lower my guard and allow his knuckles to connect with my cheek, taking that sweet jab. It was piss poor. The brunt of his fist blackens my vision for a slither of a second, but it’s enough. A memory floods me, taking me back to her without my control.
One.
“Oh, my poor boy,”my mother slurs when she sees me huddled in the corner of my wardrobe. It was cold last night, so I have a sheet over my legs. “You’re just so naughty.”
