Page 51 of Study Games

Damnit.

“You- You-” he gurgled, choking on the stink of stomach acid he managed not to spew all over himself just yet.

“Am the offspring you hate. I know, Dad.” I gave him a conciliatory pat on the back. “One more long one and we’re even for what you did her her, ‘kay?” I kept my voice gentle and soft, but for a gurgling pompous fuck, he caught on pretty fast.

“Don’t you dareeeeeeeeee–” His whine grew higher and higher as I flipped his ball sack up and made a neat slide at the base of his withered cock.

Not cutting all the way through, but doing enough damage I wouldn’t be getting any accidental offspring in this lifetime.

I stared at the pathetic flesh offering, his penance paid for the damage done to Waverly and wiped the knife on his hairy buttock. Apparently pain didn’t do it for him. Strange how those things didn’t run in the family.

Huh.

I gave my own hard cock a firm squeeze, telling myself to wait for Waverly where I had some serious groveling to do for my absence and a few other things. Ignoring the whimpering mass behind me, I headed out the door I’d come through, flipping the warm blade in my hand, my father’s security none the wiser.

Not that it mattered; I’d never come back here again. I didn’t care if the old man disowned me, though I doubted it. My minor notoriety gave him a reason to hate me more and my old man thrived on nothing if not a good dose of loathing directed at his own bloodline, something he coveted more than anything.

Classic catch twenty-two. Pride did that.

I sauntered along the hallway, pausing when a pair of identical pale shadows detached themselves from the walls at the opposite end.

Suddenly, one blade didn’t seem anywhere near enough protection.

I opened my mouth, but Key cut me off. “There you are.”

“We didn't expect to see you soon.” Cash finished his twin’s sentence in their odd, dual way of speaking.

“And yet here I am.” I twirled the blade between my fingers, comfortable with its weight, though I wished it was colder before I had to use it again.

Key shook his head. “Your father won’t be pleased.”

“He won’t be pleased at all.” The corner of Cash’s mouth twitched up leaving a dead, gaping hole instead of a smile like any other normal person.

“I don't think my father is going to care what I do from now on at all.” My lips didn’t so much as twitch as I thought about how I mutilated him in his rooms a moment before.

Key watched me carefully. “We wanted to apologize.”

“Is this it?” The softness of my voice was belied by the blade cutting the air between my hands.

A stillness settled over the otherwise empty hallway, punctuated by my father’s warbling moan behind the shut door.

The stand-off was broken when Cash matched his brother’s twisted smile. “You've done some of that work for us.”

“We wanted to give you a gift,” Key chimed in.

“Last night the charade with Waverly went too far.”

“We wanted to apologize to her.”

“For her.”

I stared at them, piecing together their conversation like a shattered mosaic.

“You want to apologize for what happened to Waverly?” I snorted my derision. “What, you didn't think my father, of all people, would take it that far? Are you fucking kidding me? At the end, he craves control. Power. Anything to make people jerk about like his personal puppet army. Waverly was the perfect example of what he could do in a short period of time.” I threw the knife at the floor where the blade embedded into the thick carpet to the hilt. “Do what you want with that. I really don't care.”

My need for vengeance had run its course. I wanted to get back to my girl.

The twins exchanged a glance. Both held out a wrist. “Be my guest.”

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