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I hope like hell I didn't live to regret agreeing to go.
Chapter Four
Mannix
"Why the fuck did you invite her?" I growled. "What part ofshe's not fucking inviteddid you not get?"
It was typical of Ice to invite first and give a shit about the consequences later. Or not at all. Right now, he didn't seem to give a crap about the bomb he threw in the middle of the three of us. Girls like Kennedy Knight and her mother were nothing but trouble. Women in general.
Kennedy, in particular, was too fucking cute for her own good. The moment I first laid eyes on her, I wanted to tear her clothes off and slam my cock into her wet heat. I bet anything she was tight. Girls like her always were. The ones who went about pretending they had no idea how fucking hot they were. But they knew. They always did. Why else would she walk around my home in a singlet and tight little shorts? She might as well be waving a flag with the words, ‘bend me over and fuck me,’ written on it.
And I wanted to. That was a problem. Especially in light of the fact Ares and Ice also wanted to bounce her on their cock. The guys were my brothers, but I didn't want to fucking share.
No, the best thing I could do was stay as far away as I could from Kennedy fucking Knight and her perfect tits. At least until the other guys lost interest, because my pretty little stepsister-to-be wasmine. I couldn't wait to teach her the way I like my cock sucked. The thought of her mouth, her throat, made me hard.
"I invited her because I wanted her to come," Ice said unapologetically. "All study and no play…" He waved a hand in the air. "Blah blah blah. You wouldn't want the Cassani family to get a reputation for being boring, do you?"
I grunted in response. "Like that will happen. No one would dare say shit like that about us." They wouldn't because either I'd kill them or I'd have one of my father's people do it.
Everyone in Dusk Bay knew that. We didn't have quite the power of the DiMarco family, who ran the city, or the Brantley family, who ran the state, but my father was a loyal minion of them both. Ric DiMarco and Caleb Brantley trusted him as much as they trusted anyone. And by extension, they trusted me.
I knew more about my father's business than anyone except him and my older brother Gunnar. Whatever was asked of him, of us, we'd do it. Anything from running guns and drugs to trafficking diamonds and even people.
"The bitch is trouble," Ares said. Like Ice, his family were local to Dusk Bay. More loyal minions of Ric and Caleb. The three of us went to school together, then went away to Brutham Academy. Brutal Academy, they call it. If you make it through your first year there alive, you have at least a fifty-fifty chance of surviving until graduation.
First year exams include hunting down other students by any means necessary. It was a perfect opportunity to get rid of any threats who would pose a problem at some point in the future. I was hunted by a member of the Bell family, who took it upon herself to rid the world of any threats to them. I can still feel my hands around her throat, squeezing until her body went still and the last breath slipped from between her lips. Shame, she had one of the tightest pussies I'd ever fucked. She made her choice when she chose the wrong side. She deserved a slower death than what I gave her, but I couldn't take the chance she was working with someone else. It was her or me and it wasn't going to be me.
"She's almost harmless," Ice said.
Ares grunted. "She's either harmless or she's not. And she's not. She's a ticking time bomb in the middle of a field of sheep."
I cut him a look. "A field of sheep, bro? Do I look furry to you?"
"Isn't it fleece?" Ice asked.
"Whatever," I grunted. "Either way, I'm no lamb." Kennedy might be though. A sweet little lamb, ready to be led right to her own slaughter. After I fucked her until her body was boneless. Until she begged me to stop. No, I'd still keep going. I wanted to make her cry. I wanted her so sore she couldn't walk for a week. For a month. When she couldn't take any more of me, I'd still give her more. When I was done, she would know exactly who she belonged to. Who owned her.
"She's a pain in the ass and the sooner she gets the hell out of Dusk Bay, the better," Ares growled. "The better for us and the better for her." His blue eyes were dark with anger or lust, or a combination of the two. Ever since I've known him, he was a dark and complicated guy. I could count on one hand the amount of times I saw him smile. According to him, he was born fucked up. That sounded accurate to me.
"The better for us and the better for her," he said again.
Usually, I agreed with him, but not on this. Kennedy wasn't leaving. I wouldn't allow it. If she tried, I’d hunt her down and bring her back, whether she wanted to return or not.
Thing is, I knew he didn't want her to leave either. I saw the way he looked at her. He was already mentally pinning her down under the weight of his body and slamming his cock into her.
I curled my hands into fists under the table and kept them there to stop myself from punching Ares in the face. It wasn't his fault he was hot for her, but I needed to find him someone else to obsess over. Ice too. Him being nice to her, touching her, that was also a problem. I wanted to push him into the pool and hold him under until he stopped kicking.
I wouldn't though, because he was my brother. Both of them had short attention spans when it came to women. In a week or two, they’d be drooling over someone else and leaving me to make my move.
I glanced over to where she sat, talking to Daisy Lasalle, of all people. Known by most people in Dusk Bay as Daze, she was my older brother's girlfriend. At the same time, she's screwing Ric DiMarco and Caleb Brantley's right-hand man, Hilton Blake. She was as powerful as any of them, as deadly. Anyone who crossed any of her boyfriends, or her, would wish for death, instead of the slow torture they’d inflict on them.
Anyone with half a brain was scared of her. Including me. Right now, she was smiling and laughing at something Kennedy said. I couldn't tell if the two women becoming friends would be a good thing or the worst idea ever. I had no trouble telling Kennedy who she could and couldn't be friends with, except for Daisy Lasalle. If I wanted to keep my cock intact, I’d stay out of that. As it happens, I'm very attached to my cock.
"See, she's making friends already." Ice nodded toward the pair. He smiled like an indulgent father who was happy his toddler was playing nicely in the sandpit with another kid. Or sharing the red finger paint.
"Perfect." Ares scowled but he said, "If Daze doesn't scare her into running out of town, nothing will. Any minute now she'll start telling Kennedy how she likes to ask her boyfriends to break thumbs for her. Or about the time she and Ric locked a guy in his own cool room to die slowly."
I smiled. That was pretty epic. From what I've heard, the cool room walls and door were too thick for anyone to hear him shouting. Who knows whether he froze or suffocated. Either way, it wasn't a quick and cheerful death. I doubted Daze or Ric lost any sleep over it. Knowing those two, they probably talked and laughed about it while they fucked. Judging by the fact he always had half-healed knife wounds on his neck, things got wild at their place.
