Page 11 of Bred Hard

Silas, his face a portrait of stoicism, remained unmoved, radiating a palpable blend of apathy and seething discontent. The surrounding air grew tense, thick with unspoken tension, as the weight of our collective frustration hung heavy in the room.

I exhaled. “Don’t you have people who can do the dirty work for you?” I bit down on my back molars, anger surging through my veins. “How about those fucking interns that worship the damn ground you walk on just for a chance to wipe the piss off your dick or grab your stale fucking coffee?”

“I apologize for the outburst, Mr. Shaw. My sons think just because they have my last name, they deserve the keys to the kingdom. A kingdom I built with—”

“Oh, that’s fucking rich coming from you, old man,” Silas blurted out. “We never once asked for the keys to the kingdom, but showing us a smidgen of respect for all the bullshit we put up with isn’t too farfetched.”

“If I may,” Mr. Shaw interrupted. He took a sip and placed the glass back on the table. “It was Tabitha’s idea, and honestly I know how it might sound, but—”

I stood defiantly, my body rebelling against the relentless barrage of the man’s nonsensical words. The very idea he proposed was ludicrous, a concept that belonged to those who were new to the scene or desperate to worm their way into the Santoro family business. It was a role meant for outsiders, not for family members who had endured the unending stream of bullshit day in and day out. I could feel the heat of indignation radiating through my veins, my blood boiling with frustration. Accepting that role, or even considering it for a moment, was utterly unthinkable, and I knew for a fact Silas felt the same way.

“And you wonder why I won’t give you two more,” Father remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment. He shook his head, a gesture laden with disapproval, as he raised the crystal glass to his lips.

Here the fuck we go. Here the fuck we go.

“No, we wonder if Tabitha is fondling your balls at night, the way you let her slither into your grasp and haphazardly gave her the accounts we had our eyes on for years.”

Father’s hand trembled, the strain visible in his whitening knuckles as he clung tightly to the crystal glass. The sound of his shaking was almost imperceptible, drowned out by the weight of his words that hung in the air. “You’re a disgrace to this family.”

I pushed my hands into my pockets and circled the table until Ireached his side. Then I bent down until my words were secure between the two of us. “If we’re the disgrace, then what is our mother? Last time I checked, she was fucking another man inyourbed.” I rose and grabbed the glass out of his hand. The amber liquid caressed my tongue as it released a fiery warmth that spread down my throat. “Some fucking kingdom.”

Silas followed behind me as we headed into the hallway, and it was no surprise we spotted Tabitha running away in the opposite direction. I could have let her go, but I wasn’t in the mood to turn a blind eye to her mischief. My blood ran hot, and we both were fired up. Increasing our strides, we tracked behind her, and I raised the sleeves of my shirt up mid-arm.

Chapter 7

Silas

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awyer probably couldn’t tell I was pissed off because I’ve always been good at hiding my emotions, but every bone in my body was on the brink of shattering after hearing my father and his ludicrous idea. I

probably would have let the whole thing roll off my shoulders, but the moment he mentioned Tabitha's name, all I saw was red. All I saw was betrayal from our father, a man who promised us his company would be left in our hands. We’ve wasted every year of our lives trying to please that ungrateful bastard and it was time he held up his end of the bargain.

Tabitha tried to run into the private single-stall bathroom, but I wedged my foot in the door. Her eyes flashed open wide as wewalked in, the seriousness of her bullshit coming full circle as Sawyer locked the door behind him. I ate her up, starting at the perfect pony on top of her head, until my eyes trailed down to her ballet flats. If she wasn’t wearing a floral dress, she had on a damn cheer outfit. Either way, both outfits provided me with easy access. I unclasped my belt and pulled it through the loops of my pants.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of fear in her voice as she retreated toward the wall.

Tabitha thought everyone was stupid, a fucking pawn in her shitty grand scheme of things. But I saw right through her. She enjoyed the games, the bullying, the way Sawyer fucked her with every ounce of frustration in his body. Filling up her soiled cunt with his seed day after day until she caved. She had no intention of caving, because she craved the madness.

“Put her on the vanity,” I said, jutting my chin in Sawyer’s direction.

She let out a whimper as Sawyer moved her, her wolf’s smile coming to light among the sheep’s veil that concealed her fake innocence.

“Me or you?” Sawyer asked, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Me. She likes it when you raw dog her. It turns her on, but the only thing I want from this whore is tears.”

Without saying a word, I forced her arms behind her back and wrapped the leather belt around her wrists. She winced at the tightness and it made my heart flare with fire.Good. I hope it hurts. She had a hunch to open her mouth and speak, but that wasn’t going to happen. I pinched three hand towels and tied them together at the end before stuffing the wad in her mouth. Taking a step back, I admired my work. Our little worthless shit sister on the vanity with her hands tied behind her back, and a towel shoved between her cocksucking lips.

“Here,” I said and handed Sawyer a small white paper cup.

“What’s this for?” hee asked, looking down.

Sauntering between Tabitha’s legs, I ripped off her panties and hiked her ankles to my shoulders. “For your spunk.”

He didn’t need any more information after that. Tabitha groaned though the towels lodged in her mouth as I whipped out my cock and lined it up to her hole.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you. Now I get to do it without you fucking speaking. I hate your voice.”

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