I let out a grunt as Tey sits his tight, muscular ass on my thigh, distracting me, and places his unicorn on the table facing the stage. The sight causes me to smile until I quickly wipe it off my face when I notice Dom glancing at us with his head tilted.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I say harshly, reaching slowly into my back pocket for my throwing stars.
I’ll end him for fucking judging us. Anything or anyone that wants to hurt Tey, I’ll make them stop breathing. It’s that simple
“You do you, man. Love is love.” Dom salutes me with his fingers and puts his digits in his mouth, whistling loudly in a catcall when Tillie starts flipping her hair while bouncing on the back of her heels.
The position causes Tey to moan and bite his fist before he looks back at me with a heated gaze. I take my hand away from my back pocket and decided to let Dom go from that very close call to death. The stories of his father and him… I think he was right at the rave. Maybe not all is as it seems. There's more Dom knows but he’s holding his cards close. I can respect that but time is ticking because Tillie already got hurt in our care by Payne and I need to know who else might come for her so I can protect what’s mine. I’ll find the answers eventually with or without his support. It really is all Logan’s call but if he can protect those he cares about, he’ll do it. Case in point when Tillie was staying with Dalton for the week. I may not approve of his actions but I know why he did it. It’s going to backfire for him, maybe all of us when Tillie finds out about Paris.
“Nicholas, can you picture it? I’ve been wanting to paint her in blood, seeing all that skin soaking wet in red. I wonder how she’s going to feel when we take her together. It’s going to be a fucking tight fit having two cocks sliding in that pussy at the same time, but she can take it. I might need to record it, something to jerk off later to on lonely nights.” Tey talks really fast, his gaze not once moving from the stage until he hears me choking on absolutely nothing.
“Jesus, Tey. Not here… but tell me later in the car.” I keep my voice low, not looking at him but I want every filthy whispered word coming out of his mouth until my zipper bursts open from my hard as steel cock.
I could whip it out right now and use it as a weapon if need be. I’m so painfully hard that I can feel the vein pulsing with my heartbeat and the tip of my cock leaking with pre cum.
Tey chuckles darkly and stands up to disappear around the stage somewhere. To do what? I have no clue. You just never know with him.
“It’s about time, Nicky. Stop holding back, brother. It’s going to eat away at you and eventually you’ll have regrets. Screw everyone else. Jin can talk business but he can’t control who you love. If he interferes, we’ll take care of it,” Dalton says in a gravelly voice next to me and pats my shoulder before swearing under his breath and getting out of his seat.
I clear my throat, gripping the wood chair armrests, and try to control my breathing. Fuck. I love them like family, more than blood. He’s right, but being Jin’s son puts everyone close to me in danger. That’s the only reason I agreed with Logan about the Paris situation. It got both our fathers off our backs. The whole thing was done behind Tey and Dalton’s back. I can see this not ending up good for any of us but I still wouldn’t change anything.
“Tey! Get your ass off the stage! Put your goddamn shirt back on,” Dalton shouts from the side of the stage, laughing his ass off as Tey struts down the stage like a runway model without his shirt towards a giggling Tillie.
“Hey, muffin. You look so sexy. I know I promised to fuck you when you’re bleeding but I’m having a hard time not whipping out my cock and giving you all my cum right now. Do you think it will be a boy or girl?!” Tey asks excitedly just as the music ends, making his announcement really loud as the soundtrack dies off.
“Tey!” Tillie places her hands on her thick thighs, her shoulders shaking with her head bowed.
The laughter that comes out of her mouth sounds off, too loud until we all notice at the same time the tears silently tracking down her cheeks when she glances up under the purple lights.
“Who the fuck hurt you? I’ll cut off their hand and make them fuck their cock with the severed limb,” Tey says seriously, his body partially vibrating as he helps her off the floor and envelopes her in his arms.
“I need a drink. I–I can’t do this sober. It’s been a horrible day, more so than usual.” Tillie wipes at her tears, giving Tey a watery smile as she leans up to place a small kiss on his cheek then walks away behind the stage to put her clothes back on.
“What was that about?” Logan demands, his fists clenched and his gaze swinging towards me with a worried expression.
I shake my head. She doesn’t know about Paris. I think we’d see a lot more rage from her if that was the case. Something else, other than us, hurt her today.
“She was fine when I dropped her off at your house. You should know since you were there.” Dalton glares at Logan, folding his big arms over his chest.
“I was until Franco needed me at the station. I had to switch out more drugs. This is getting ridiculous. I was on my way back when you texted that she was at my house, I knew Franco wasn’t there. Diana was home but retired to her room, something about needing to rest.” Logan’s brows are furrowed, his voice angry and just as confused as the rest of us.
“Obviously, something did happen. She usually shrugs things off her shoulders, even after everything we’ve thrown at her. Instead, she comes to this trashy strip club to dance like she needed an escape. She’s crying, for fuck’s sake,” I interrupt them, pondering what could have happened to get her this upset.
“She wants a drink and I’m guessing she doesn’t want to go back to your place, Russo.” Dom gets to his feet, slinging his rifle strap so it rests against his back before turning to Dalton. “And I’m not letting her back in that club of yours until you up your security. Get some fucking cameras. I’ve watched you snuggle her in bed for days and you didn’t even know I was there,” Dom finishes with a disgusted shake of his head before glaring at all of us.
“What?!” Dalton yells in a booming voice, advancing towards Dom with a pissed off expression like he’s going to beat the shit out of him.
Two shows in one night. How did I get so lucky?
“Stop it!” Tillie screams loudly behind us, making us all turn towards her as she stands by the exit with her fists on her hips and, unfortunately, fully dressed.
That glare on her face makes me want to smack her ass all the more. As if he can read my thoughts, Tey glances at me with a wicked smirk. He knows my need for control and I would like nothing better than to have Tillie under my control until she’s begging for me to fuck her sweet pussy.
I love a good beggar. Kneeling with hopeful eyes staring up at me like I’m her God she’s praying to. I’ll answer all her prayers with the tip of my tongue on her skin and my cock buried deep inside of her.
“What the fuck do you suggest, Dom?” Logan sneers, walking towards Tillie and placing his body in front of her until she pushes him from behind and kicks the back of his knee.
Logan’s eyes widen as he stumbles slightly and he glances at Tillie as she walks around him to stand beside him instead of behind him. My lips twitch and her gaze flashes towards mine for a hot second with a smirk before it’s wiped from her face again.
