Page 20 of Dirty Brothers
Now that the ceremony is over, Dad and Stella have been whisked off to another location by their photographer to take pictures, leaving me here with my stepbrothers. I made Len promise not to leave my side when she arrived this morning. She knows something happened last night but I kept tight-lipped and told her I would tell her back at the dorms.
I link my arm through hers as we make our way inside to wait for the bride and groom to return so we can start the reception, but I barely get four steps inside the room before the sounds of moans can be heard. Both Len and I freeze and I look around trying to find the source.
“Oh. My. God,” Lennon breathes out. I turn but she pushes my face to the side. “Let’s go, now!” she snaps.
But it’s too late.
“I want you inside me.”I freeze at the sound of my voice and smack her hand off my face. I turn and spot the large screen at the front of the room in the center of the stage. No longer does it play pictures of my dad and Stella on a reel, it’s a video of me!
“You don’t call the fucking shots in here, you filthy bitch. We do.”
“Sink down on my fucking cock.”I stop breathing at the sight in front of me.“Fuck, she’s so tight.”
“Fuck, it feels so good.”Tears begin to roll down my cheeks, the murmurs of the people surrounding us fade to nothing but a distant hum as I focus on the faces of the three men filling each of my holes.
“Open your mouth and suck my brother's cock while you ride me like a good little slut.”Brayden, Justin and Kingston all rush the stage and yank the power cord out, killing the movie but the surround sound continues to play. Kingston jumps off the stage and darts to the back of the room toward the DJ but I can’t move. Brayden stands there staring directly at me and I see the regret in his eyes.
I don’t realize the sound has stopped until I hear someone clapping, I tear my gaze from Brayden only to lock eyes with Brady, who is now standing in the middle of the dance floor with the biggest grin on his face. A sob rips out of me, he did this.
“Well, you never put out for me but it looks like you have no trouble opening your legs for my brothers.” Brayden tries to rush him but Justin holds his brother back.
“Brothers?” I breathe out through my tears, my chest feeling like it’s breaking open. I look around the room to see all my dad and Stella’s friends, work colleagues and family staring at me with different looks of disgust, pity, judgment and confusion. They have no idea that I didn’t know it was my stepbrothersbehind the masks, in that video it was plain as day for them to see me and them but I had no fucking clue!
“Yeah, baby. Did they forget to mention we’re half-brothers?” My jaw unhinges at Brady’s declaration. I turn toward Brayden and Justin. Kingston reaches their side and all three stand there looking utterly murderous, but they lied!
They fucking played me!
“What the fuck is this?” I scream.
“Come on, babe.” Len tries to drag me out of the room but I yank my arm free of her hold.
“Answer me!” I yell as tears continue to fall faster down my cheeks.
“Let us explain?—”
Brady cuts Justin off before he can finish. “They used you to get back at me, Molly. You were just too stupid to see it.”
“Fuck you!” Kingston yells as he jumps off the stage and runs for Brady, but his dad stands in front of him, stopping Kingston from getting to his son.
Wait, does that make Dean their dad as well?
Why the fuck do I even care? They fucking played me! Used me and tricked me!
Justin and Brayden rush to flank their brother, the pure hatred reflected in the three of their eyes as they glare at Dean has me tensing.
“Always protecting your bastard even after what he did to me, Dad?” Brayden’s tone is filled with venom.
“You’re making a scene, Son,” Dean calmly replies.
“A scene?” Kingston yells. “That nutsack made the fucking scene when he played a private video of us and our girl?—”
“She was mine first!” Brady screams like a fucking bitch. “Not my fault you leave USB’s laying around in your room.”
“You went in my room?” Justin roars. “I’ll fucking kill you for what you did to Bray and for what you just put her through!”He points toward me and I want to melt into a puddle and disappear.
“All of you need to calm down, if it’s money you want?—”
Brayden cuts his father off before he can finish. “The time for calm ended when your bastard took a crowbar to my knee and shattered it. That cunt ruined my career and you let him. You left us and Mom for that piece of shit and you know what, good riddance because we hate you and that cum stain you call a fucking son. You thought paying me off for silence would stop me from hating him? I used that fucking money and invested in a club. Ask your son what he’s been snorting at my club every week. He may have stolen my career but we stole the one thing he wanted most.” Brayden’s tone is colder than snow and dread pools in my belly when he flicks his gaze to me and smirks.
