Page 7 of Unspoken Truths

Me:

I was told to take a drive so Dad can play house with his new stepdaughter.

Jared:

Why? You’re his heir, Nacio. The girl is worth nothing.

Elijah:

I’m sure her pussy is tight, but I doubt your father is interested in that since his interests don’t run that young.

Snorting in derision,I rev the engine before crossing through the intersection as the traffic light turns green. What Elijah isn’t saying is that the older men in his family do have tastes that run that young. My friend avoids his family at all costs, only willing to play their games for as long as it takes for him to get his inheritance. Thankfully, they run a shipping company that’s international and keeps him from interacting with them much. Unfortunately, we don’t know much about what they’re transporting. Theo has been trying to find out without any avail.

All of the possibilities are shit, because our imaginations are fucked up due to our upbringings. It could be anything, and very likely, illegal.

None of us are truly free, but our leashes are quite long, allowing us the illusion of it.

At the next light, I glance back at my phone with a heavy sigh. I’m starting to fucking depress myself.

Jared:

Do you need someplace to hang out and toss back some drinks? Come over. Open invite to the chat.

Elijah:

I’m on my way.

I’m notsurprised Elijah is willing to go out tonight with how much he hates being home. I typically have always enjoyed my house and living with my dad, but he’s pissing me off by protecting the trailer park princess.

She’s less than nothing, yet all I can see is her braid wrapped around Jared’s fist, and it makes me wish her lips were wrapped around my cock. I always thought fucking family members was a line I wouldn’t cross, but does it count if she’s my stepsister?

I don’t know yet, and it pisses me the fuck off.

Theo:

I can come by for a little, but I really need to study for this damn science test.

Me:

I’m on my way. Theo, skip the alcohol and study while we plan how to make my stepsister’s life hell.

Theo:

A plan I can accept. Be by soon.

Grunting in approval,I toss my phone into the cup holder and drive to Jared’s house. I meant every word, if the innocent, doe eyed girl wants to stay in Portland, it will not be pleasant.

There are cars already parked in the large, sloped driveway at Jared’s house, and I walk around to the backyard where they’ll be waiting outside of the pool house. His parents built the pool and the cottage in the last year to increase the property value of the house, but I believe in private they wanted a place where we’d be less likely to create havoc.

His parents are rarely home since they both own a large pharmaceutical company, and are often in meetings around the world. The rules are simple: small gatherings only unless it’s to elevate their son’s social status. They both know Jared is untouchable at school, rules with a cruel hand, and isn’t likely to be having any parties.

We’d rather get fucked up in peace, thank you very much.

“Hey,” Jared says as I lope around the pool toward him.

“I think Rachelle may have tattled a bit,” I grunt in response as I fold my body into the chair pushed away from the table.

Jared’s cruel lips curl in distaste as he pours me some of the whiskey colored liquid in the decanter. His butler stocks his liquor cabinet in here without a word, a silent agreement between them that he won’t even mention it to the Denton’s.

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