Page 62 of Dirty Monsters

It took some discipline on my part to get her to submit, but I knew in the end, she would thank me for how good I made her feel. Fuck, I even let her hold her little lamb while I made her nice and ready. She would tuck her face into it like she was five all over again and cry. But similar to when she was little, I knew her lamb would make it okay.

Ro was my lookout because even though I didn't regret what we were doing, I knew our parents would be upset. Never did I imagine her actually telling them, and never did I imagine the result. She acted as if I beat her within an inch of her life when, in reality, I gave her pleasure. What did we get in return? Kicked out of the house after she cried like a little bitch.

Ro and I both hated her for it.

It took years for me to stop thinking about her—revenge was all I wanted. Ro spent a lot of time planning his revenge too, but eventually, he seemed indifferent and bored. Like he was over it and moving on.

Meanwhile, I found myself finding her, following her, and coming very close to taking her so I could finish what I started. Before I had the chance, I lost track of her because she left home and became pretty fucking elusive.

Ro never knew. He was trying to be a better person, and as much as I resented him for thinking he was better than me, I let him do his thing as long as he helped me deal and make money when I needed it.

I hated when he left because it was like losing a limb. But I figured it was another source of income for both of us. He would be paid well and would always make sure I was dealt what he owed me for having his back while we grew up.

After a few months, I forgave him for leaving, but we made a point to talk every Sunday. He hadn't been back, and I hadn't visited Florida since we separated. It wasn’t in the cards. For some reason, I thought I would show up, and he would hug me, and we would continue plotting our next good time.

Nope.

Instead, I hung around outside of Beachside until I saw his sorry ass walking to the beach to surf. Right when I was about to surprise him, Wren ran out and jumped into his arms like they were best friends. What the ever-loving fuck?

Then when her lips found their way to his, I knew it was way more than I thought.

I recognized her instantly because I had spent so long watching her as she grew older, but I couldn't place her for sure until I heard Ro calling her name while they fucked inside the old run-down shack on the beach.

My blood boiled, and something inside me snapped.

Not only did Ro find her but he was fucking her the way I should have been. The way she owed me. She was my plaything, not his.

I sat in the sand and listened to them talk outside the thin walls of the shack.

“Tomorrow is gonna suck,” Wren said.

“Fuck yeah, it is. You have all those sessions with Lisa, and I have a late meeting.”

“I think Lisa is about to let me move to the Green House.”

“Yeah, you’re ready, babe.”

“Is it bad I want to walk to the condo where Lip lives and ask him for a hit of something, just so I can stay?”

Ro laughed. “Don’t you dare. They would send you back to Red House, and it would be even harder to keep this up.”

“I guess I have to hold out until you are out of your meeting then?” Wren sounded almost needy, lovestruck. It made me fucking sick.

“Yeah, I will try to slide you a note.”

Wren was a fucking patient. She knew someone within walking distance of Beachside.

I made it my mission to find out where this Lip person’s condo was and set up a place I could crash. If it was a familiar place to Wren and Ro, it would be another place I could keep an eye on them from.

It wasn't until I secured an older, vacant condo in the building that it hit me what they had said. Ro would be in a late meeting. He was going to slide her a note.

Ro and I were fucking twins, not identical but so fucking close no one would notice if I walked by quickly. It would be no problem getting into Beachside and sliding her a note of my own. Something to get her alone and somewhere I could confront her.

And it worked like a fucking charm.

She waltzed out onto the beach that next night, hoping for my brother, all giddy and excited. It made the fact I was about to ruin her life so much more exciting. I had to get myself in check before I approached her to keep from showing my hand too soon.

But then I heard her cry, and the panic seeped into her voice as fear took over. She was worried about Ro, crying for Ro. I loved her tears; I loved her fear. The song of her cry was a sweet, sweet lullaby to my ears.

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