When there is one, the others are never far behind.
Double fuck.
Nicky
Tillie is fucking lucky that I’m a man who can control his anger and has the patience of a saint.
“Are you listening to me, son? As my heir, I expect better from you.” Jin guzzles his bottle of water and hands it off to one of his minions while tightening his Do-Ji uniform before standing in the middle of the mat.
I grind my teeth, breathing hard as I receive a text from Logan that Tillie is not at the house. I’ll deal with it in a second. I throw my phone to the corner of the mat without a second look and approach my father in the middle of the black mat with the dragon symbol of the triad. I stand perfectly straight, waiting for him to begin and try to not worry about Tillie pulling a disappearing act.
I can’t show emotions in front of my father. He likes to destroy anything that holds my interest. I learned at a young age to never show what I’m thinking. Keeping a neutral facial expression hides all my secrets.
The faster I can kick his ass, the faster I can get out of here to go give Tillie a spanking. She’s just begging for it.
God. She really does test my patience but holding back makes it all worth it in the end. Gratification is key.
“I hear you, Sir.” I bow in respect as he does the same back but respect is the last thing I have for this monster.
One of his minions standing off the mat yells out fight in Japanese and I form my body into a relaxed state while making sure my muscles are ready to move. The fight stance requires my feet spread with one foot forward and my elbows bent while my fingers are perfectly straight. Jin yells, striking out fast with his left foot. His hit almost connects with my temple but I duck fast enough that he misses. Swinging my right hand out, the side of my palm connects with the side of his body, right against his ribs.
Jin lets out a whoosh of breath and bounces back on his feet, his eyes narrowed on me with concentration as we circle each other. We go back and forth, moving forward as we try to take down one another. Jabs and kicks continue until sweat is coating my chest but I can’t show that I’m getting tired. I sweep my foot out, bending down low, and aim to hook it around his ankle to bring him down. Jin’s body hits the mat with a thud before he moves quickly out of the way as I try to slam the side of my foot across his neck. He rolls across the mat and ends in a crouch with a smile.
“What have I taught you, Nicholas?” Jin taunts and charges at me, faking a left, high kick but he swings his fist at the same time to connect with my stomach.
A breath leaves my chest with a grunt and I don’t have time to duck out of the way as his other fist connects with my cheek, grazing on the corner of my lips. Down on my knees, Jin stands over me as I pant and stare at his feet without looking up at him.
He grabs my hair, forcing me to glance up, and starts laughing with a shake of his head.
“No mercy, son. There is honor in our culture. We fight karate with respect but you need to learn to play dirty.” Jin makes a tsking noise in the back of his throat and shoves me in disgust as he strides off the mat.
I spit out blood, wiping my arm across my mouth and watching it come away red as it leaves a smear on the white, Do-Ji uniform. I’ve been fighting with Jin since I was a kid right on these mats. He’s been training me but he never wants me to beat him. That would make him look weak and he can’t lead the triad in my peoples’ eyes if his son can beat him. It means I’m stronger. When that day comes, he won’t stare at me like I’m a disgrace. He’ll look at me with fear when I end his life and take over the triad. I can’t wait for that day to come. Soon.
“We have precious cargo coming in two nights and an auction the following weekend. I expect you there and your little pet. She can keep my clients happy before bidding starts.” Jin turns his head to me and I smooth my face into a calm mask before he can see the rage all over my face.
“Of course, Father.” I bow to him and wait until he grunts and leaves the room.
I gnash my teeth together. He can see through my disguise, I can feel it. He knows that I have feelings for my toy. I jog over to my phone with a grimace, moving my jaw back and forth as it starts to swell.
I feel like I’m going to explode, all this pent-up energy just waiting to explode. I always have to hide my true feelings behind a blank expression. Always hiding. Keeping everything deep down inside. My app finally opens to Tillie’s location and I feel my eyes widen at the place she’s at.
My palm is twitching already and I can picture her ass jiggling from each smack of my hand.
Why the hell is she at a strip club in the seediest part of town?!
* * *
I barely remember changing or hopping in my car as I raced towards the highway strip and pulled into the parking lot ofGirls, Girls, and Girlsstrip club. I texted the group chat and knew the guys wouldn’t be too far behind me. The moment I stride through the door, my gaze goes right to the stage. The very second I laid eyes on her, I know every fucker in here is going to die for staring at what’s ours.
Is it possible to be furious and enchanted at the same time? Like I want to shout, maybe lock her in a room, but at the same time I want to fuck her into the mattress. She has us all wrapped around her finger and doesn’t even know it. I’m not a good man, never will be. I’ve done shit that can’t be undone and I have no regrets about what I’ve had to do in life to survive the abuse of Jin.
All I want to do when she opens that sassy mouth is shove my cock down her throat again until she shuts up. I love the fire that burns in her eyes and the dark thoughts that flash across her face. The way she glares but clenches her thighs at the same time. I’m very observant and love to watch her emotions flicker from hate to need in a split-second. She’s just as messed up as we are and I like that. I want that. I wanther. A woman who can hold her own and give as much as we throw at her. We don’t need a Paris who laps up attention like a fucking poodle. I want a fucking pit bull woman with a bite.
Tillie would tear me into pieces with her teeth if she really wanted to but she doesn’t. When something has been programmed into your life for so long, it’s all you know. You live and breathe it. For us, that’s pleasure and pain. It all goes hand in hand.
“Hey! I’m calling the cops!” a woman behind the bar threatens with a shotgun when she sees me taking off my jacket to throw on the bar top and notices the guns tucked into the front of my pants.
I reach over quickly and snatch it out of her hands while unloading the shot slugs with a flick of my wrist. She’s about to open her mouth until she sees the greens flipping through my hands. I shut her up by throwing a couple G’s on the bar.
