Page 14 of Twisted Up In Us


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“Yeah, it was perfect.”

“I could tell, you barely chewed.”

I feel my face heating up, and I shrug, “When you have kids you have to eat as fast as possible, it’s really the only way you’ll get to eat.”

He takes my plate from me and quickly goes back to the kitchen, I assume to clean up.

I look to my dad and get back on the topic of the nicknames. “I don’t even want to know how you got yours, because I’m thinking it’s something sexual, like I thought Slammer’s was.” I shudder at the thought.Gross.

“You’d be wrong then. My favorite way to end someone is to hang them as I watch them bleed to death.”

He stomps off, and I’m left staring at his retreating back. “Please tell me he didn’t just say that to me. He knows who I’m related to and who my family is, right? I don’t want to know that shit,” I whisper frantically to Dirty.

“Don’t worry about it, kid, he wouldn’t have said that shit to you if he didn’t think he could trust you. Seems to want you in his life so he won’t hold anything back from ya.”

That’s kind of what I was afraid of. This whole club is just so different from the club I grew up in, everything said or done here is a shock to me. I'm not sure I’ll ever get used to it.

“OH!” I stand up and go to find my dad. “Um, forgot to tell you earlier, a woman named April stopped by last night.” I wrinkle my nose.

His face goes hard. “What the fuck was that bitch here for?”

“I don’t know. At first she thought I was with you, so she got all pissy about me being in her man’s house, but eww, no. You’re old and my dad.”

“Watch it kid. I’m not that old, and if you see that bitch again, don’t talk to her. Just shut the door and lock it. She’s not supposed to be here. She knows better, now she’s asking for trouble.”

Uh oh, maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. I take a step back from him and he glares at me.

“Go back and see to your kid, the guys will stay with you. I have some shit to take care of.” He stomps passed me, and I hear him slam the front door. Whoever that April girl was, she seems to be in some deep shit. Yikes.

Chapter 11

Hangman

Why I ever fucked that bitch, I’ll never know. She was easy pussy, that was that. I make it to April’s house and check the time, just after one, good, Emily is still at school.

I don’t bother knocking and walk right in. I see her at the sink, washing dishes, so she doesn’t know I’m here yet. Stupid bitch. Ever since I sent Tori back to my brother, divorce finalized, April got it in her head that I would be with her now, thinking I only stayed away from her because of Tori. I never touched April again, not after I fucked her at a club party and got her knocked up. You’d think after not taking her back to my bed after eight years, she’d get a fuckin’ clue.

I grab her by the back of her neck and squeeze as I turn her around to face me.

Her hand goes over her heart. “Holy shit, you scared me.” I must have been drunk as fuck when I banged this bitch, she’s not even that hot. Blonde hair to her shoulders, and she’s skinny. I usually stay away from the skinny bitches, bones hurt when tryin’ to fuck.

“Why were you at my house last night?”

“I wanted to see you, baby,” she says, trying to sound sexy. Instead she sounds like a whiny two-year-old brat that has a plugged-up nose.

“We’re not together, we’re never gonna be together, what the fuck is your problem?” I sneer in her face.

Her eyes narrow on me. “That’s bullshit, Hangman. We have a kid together. We only didn’t get married because you were married to that stupid bitch.” With those words and my hand still on her neck, I slam her face into the countertop. Blood instantly spurts out of her nose.

She screams and cries.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl into her face when I pull her back up from the counter and wrap a hand around her neck. I squeeze and watch as she struggles to breathe, fuck this shit is getting me hard. May as well give this bitch what she wants, since I need a release.

Stepping away from her, I rip her blouse open, the buttons popping and falling to the ground, she has nice tits at least. I cup one. “You want this? This what you wanted?” I twist her nipple.

“Yes, please.” She moans.

“Clothes off, turn around.” She obeys instantly, once her clothes are off, she leans over the counter, not seeming to give a shit she’s still covered in blood, as is the counter she’s leaning over. Grabbing a condom our of my back pocket, I rip it open, while using one hand to pull my jeans down a bit. Once covered, I grab her hair and line my dick up with her cunt.

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