Page 9 of Dirty Heirs

Chapter Five

SONNY

The first time I hooked up with a guy, it was a test to see if I was gay. Back then, I wasn’t sure why I had these urges. I didn’t understand why I kept looking at Marcello like he was a snack.

My mouth would water whenever my best friend took off his shirt. And that wasn’t the worst of it. One time, I got hard during practice and tackled him to the ground to hide it from my other teammates. He flipped the fuck out and told me to sort out my shit.

I thought that would be the end of our friendship. But Marcello, being a good guy, brushed it off as if nothing happened. He even encouraged me to explore my sexual desires. Said it was better to know if I was gay than to pretend to be someone else for the rest of my life. He also said whatever crush I had on him would go nowhere, anyway.

Marcello was right.

I didn’t like him.

I liked the idea of him.

So, I kissed Ashton Renner at the end of our freshman year. He was a closet gay and played for the baseball team at Astor Prep. No one knew he liked men because he was good at pretending. He acted like we were friends whenever we saw each other around school. Like he didn’t know how my cum tasted.

I knew after one kiss I liked dick and would never stop. So when I laid eyes on Aiden, I had to have him.

He’s mine.

But my new obsession had taken a liking to the daughter of my enemy. If I were to be seen with Ella Doyle, my father would probably send me to a boarding school. Get me as far away from Devil’s Creek as possible.

What the fuck is Aiden doing with her?

It was his first day at Astor Prep, and he was already committing social suicide by hanging out with Ella Doyle. I shot up from the table, ready to set him straight. That girl was a liability for my family and could be one for his. He needed to stay the fuck away from her.

Marcello grabbed my wrist, attempting to pull me into the chair. “Don’t do it, Son. Aiden isn’t like Alex. He won’t listen to a word you say about Ella.”

“He should be sitting with us,” I snapped. “Not her. His grandfather won’t be pleased if he catches wind of their newfound friendship.”

Marcello tugged harder on my arm. “Sit down. Just leave him alone. Aiden is a big boy. He can figure it out on his own why no one talks to Ella Doyle.”

“Ella Doyle?” Richie Hayes said with disgust in his tone. “Why the fuck would you want to talk to her?”

“I don’t,” I told him, shrugging Marcello off me. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to save Aiden from that girl before Carl finds out.”

Marcello groaned. “You just can’t leave shit alone, can you?”

“Nope,” I said, making sure to pop the p to be extra annoying.

Ignoring my teammates, I walked over to the other side of the dining hall. Aiden had his back to me, shoveling food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten a meal in a year. Maybe he hadn’t. His parents were assholes who didn’t feed his sister. But Aiden was strong and built solid, his tattooed arms muscular and peeking out from the rolled sleeves of his jacket. If he’d been neglected, I couldn’t tell.

“We need to talk,” I said to Aiden, bending down to his height.

His head snapped at me, a fork clenched between his fingers like a weapon. “Can’t you see I’m eating, Pretty Boy?” Aiden waved his free hand to dismiss me. “Give me some fucking space, would you? Jesus, you’re breathing all over me like a dog in heat.”

Ella stopped eating, her face frozen in terror when our eyes locked. She had a smoking hot body and a pretty face. Nice plump lips that would good look wrapped around my cock. Blonde hair that brushed her big tits, which I could see perfectly with the two top buttons open on her shirt.

If she weren’t the daughter of my uncle’s enemy, I’d fuck her and Aiden on this damn table. The things I would do to both of them. But she was the last person I should be associating myself with.

Aiden, too.

He didn’t understand how our world worked yet, and my job was to help him. One day, we would become members of The Devil’s Knights. Our birthright to be part of the elite society would help further our careers and guarantee our futures.

I had to look out for him.

Be his Yoda or some shit.

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