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The kid looks like he's about to pop. His face is so red and his fists are shaking at his sides, and I think this might actually be anger instead of nerves—not that I care if he wants to do some kind of angry striptease. Everyone's got their kinks and fetishes, and I don't fault people for living their life and doing their own shit. I'm about to tell him to get on with it when he suddenly shouts, "You're my father!"

Sucking my teeth, I look at his face a little closer, beyond the nice lips that I was busy imagining wrapped around my cock up until about ten seconds ago. I do see some resemblance, but I can't think of how the fuck this could have happened. When the hell had I ever fucked a chick that got to walk away and produce a kid? Usually I make sure that my dick is the last thing they experience on this planet, which is a serious gift. I mean, what else would compare after that? Nothing. Putting them down is a mercy—and a lot of fun. But when...

Oh shit. Vegas.

I start laughing as I reach over for my pack of smokes and take one out with my teeth, lighting it up so I can take a drag and let the smoke billow out of my mouth as I explain. "You know, I always wondered what happened to that chick. She got away when I was sleeping. Must have been sloppy with the knots that night, but who could blame me? Long drives always take it out of me. That's why I tend to stay close to home."

Slapping the arm of the chair, I lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees. I take another drag and look this kid over from head to toe. Nice hair, nice face, tall for his age—whatever that fucking is.

How long ago was Vegas?I think about asking Ichabod, but it doesn't matter enough.

Blowing smoke toward the kid, I grin when he just keeps glaring at me. I relax back in the chair, tapping my cigarette before I point it at him. "So, why the hell did you come here?"

"I just wanted to meet you," he says, and I wonder if he actually thinks that's a good enough reason to show up on my fucking doorstep. Not like the kid knows how amazing I am, or how much fun I could have with the two girls sitting behind him with their eyes glued on me. Worshiping me. Hell, maybethiscould be the start of my cult following. If I let them live long enough anyway.

Although, the thought of a cult does give me another good idea, and it's been too fucking long since I checked on Satan's errant bitch. Laughing low, I jab the cigarette out beside me and turn to look at Ichabod who I'm pretty sure is still contemplating passing out on me—but he knows what happens if he does that. Facing the kid, I rub my hands together and stand up, noting that I've still got a few inches on the little accident.

"Well, kid, if we're having a fucking family reunion..." I let my grin stretch as I meet those blue eyes that look damn close to mine. "You really should meet your Aunt Beatrix."

Anathema — Book Two

Yolanda Olson

Jennifer Bene

About Mephitic

The Wannabe

The best and worst idea I’ve ever had blew up in my face big time.

Willa and Dexter are gone; traded away for the worst man I’ve ever met in my life and the most obsessive little fiend that would sooner die than not have his full attention.

I’m on the road again, but it’s nowhere I want to be.

I don’t even know where the destination is exactly. All I do know is that I’d rather be anywhere than here or there.

My friends…

I’m sorry.

The Replacement

I thought my luck had run out on the curb of a rest area somewhere in Pennsylvania.

I’ve never been so wrong.

Someone found me, tucked me under his arm, and promised me a great time—and for the most part, I suffered one disappointment after the other.

Until him.

He sees me, knows me in ways that I don’t even know myself, and when he smiles at me…

I’ll never let him go.

The Fury

If it’s not the emo kids at the stupid church, it’s something else.

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