Page 31 of Baby Duke

"Western! Where the fuck have you been? You were supposed to meet me in my office an hour ago!"

Roe has frozen in front of me, eyes wide as she takes in my father. If she had just stayed in the fucking car like I had told her…!

I turn stiffly and meet my father's furious gaze. I had been out searching for Chaos since the sun had risen. When I realized he was missing last night, it was too late to go looking for him, the storm having already been upon us. I was so angry at myself for leaving him alone when I knew a storm was coming because I knew how scared he was of them. But my mind had been replaying loudly how Roe had cum so fucking hard on my fingers earlier in the day, and I just could not function. I had to jerk offthreetimes before my mind was clear enough to realize Chaos wasn't in my room.

But I wasn't going to tell my father that.

"Sorry, Father," I say, without a hint of apology in my tone, "I guess I lost track of time."

He glances over my shoulder and takes in Roe, looking her over slowly from head to toe.

Chaos tenses and moves to stand in front of Roe, a low growl rumbling through his chest as he stares into my father's eyes. Vincent looks away first. Score one to Chaos.

"Too busy fucking some money-hungry whore when you should be looking out for your own fucking future!" he seethes, pointing at my chest.

Roe's face twitches in anger, and I fucking know her damn fat mouth is going to get her into trouble. Thankfully,Chaos lurches to his feet before she can dig her own grave, growling like the beast he is.

"Down, Chaos!" I command.

Chaos whines but does as he is told. He backs up a few steps before dropping his butt on top of Roes' toes.Good dog, I think to myself. I don't think even I could protect Roe from my father's wrath if it came to it.

My father scowls at Chaos. He has never liked him. Thought I was an insolent child when I used my allowance to purchase him from America and get him flown over, what with his illicit breed and all.

"I need you to keep an eye on that sister of yours," he says after a moment. "I don't know where she went after school the other day, but she damn well knows she isn't allowed to go anywhere without my knowledge."

"She was with me," I lie, flicking a glance at Roe and indicating she should get back in the car. She is fuming, but thankfully, she finally does what she is fucking told.

"That right?" Vincent says, scrutinizing my face. He nods, taking a step past me and towards his awaiting car and driver. "Well, see to it that you both inform me next time you decide to have a little sibling get-together. Easterly is almost a woman now, she needs to stop fighting her purpose in this life."

My lip curls in distaste, but my father doesn't see, choosing to take his leave as disrespectfully as possible.

Fucking cunt.

Roe

"Your dad is a piece of shit." I am furious. Not just at the way he treated me, but also Captain Floof, East and even West. "I can see where you get it all from."

"All what?" West says, putting his foot down as we reach the main road.

"You want me to spell it out? Ok, fine," I turn to face him as well as I can in this stupidly comfortable seat. "You are an asshole. You are broody and mean and look down on everybody. You act like you are the king of the world. You are spiteful, brash, and quick to anger. You like order and control, and it infuriates you that someone asunimportantas I am has a fucking backbone."

I take a heaving breath.

"Is that all?" West asks, his face carefully blank.

I huff and relax back into my chair. "I don't get it. The titles, the honorifics that come with it. This is Australia! This is real life! It just doesn't make sense."

West is silent for a moment. Contemplating.

"Do you know what our fathers do?" He finally asks. "Law's, Brett's, and my own?”

I shrug, "No, not really. Businessmen. Katie didn't elaborate."

West laughs humorlessly. "Businessman. That certainly sums up the gist of it." He takes a moment before continuing. "My father is the CEO of the National Australian& New Zealand Bank and the owner of a hotel franchise. Mazzuchelli's, of course."

I roll my eyes. How fucking ironic and unoriginal of him. Big rich man buys a hotel franchise; why not name it after himself to compensate for the tiny size of his penis. I knew of the franchise, of course. Mazzuchelli's was the biggest, most exotic, and expensive hotel franchise in Australia. Not that I had ever had the pleasure of visiting one.

"I used to dumpster dive at the one in Perth," I say. West looks at me like I am crazy. "Don't look at me like that, Mr. My-Daddy-Owns-a-Big-Business! I was homeless, and they had the best pickings! They only served the best in their fancy-ass restaurant, which meant their bins were fullof food that was not only edible but also fresh! Anything slightly burnt was chucked. Bread, cake, biscuits, bacon, hell even chicken and steak that looked a little too charred to serve to the pretty rich people. My friends and I used to joke that they could open a homeless shelter with all the goods they got rid of so carelessly."

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