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“Well, that didn’t go as well as I had hoped,” I joke, turning my smirk on Zeke.

He laughs, shaking his head. “You don’t think she’s going to go fuck that kid from the valley now, do you?”

The veins on the side of my neck throb when I think about it, but shake my head. “Nah, I don’t think Billie’s that stupid. Keep an eye on her just in case, though.”

“With pleasure,” he says, heading out after her before she gets too far.

I’m about to go jerk off after seeing those pouty lips of hers when I’m interrupted again. My dad appears at my door, looking pissed off.

“What was that cunt doing in my house?” he asks, glancing in the direction Zeke and Billie disappeared to.

But his words have me fucking livid. “Don’t fucking call her that. She isn’t her mother.”

He scoffs. “Maybe not, but that’s not how this world works, does it? She’s guilty by association, and I don’t want her here again. Or around you. I’m already having a hell of a time keeping your name from being dragged through the mud. The board isn’t pleased with your very public actions.”

“As if I give a fuck—”

Does he honestly think I give two shits about his precious cargo company? I don’t. And I never will. In fact, I could give two shits about the society, too, but they’re going to be harder to get away from. When I graduate this year, I’m hoping to move to Japan to break into the underground street racing world. And if that doesn’t work out for me, I’ll probably end up somewhere on a beach, getting fucking wasted and banging all the hot broads there on vacation. Either way, my life is going to be epic. You’ll never see me wearing a suit or walking around like I have a giant rod stuck up my ass.

Shaking his head, he lets out a slew of curse words before pointing his finger at me. “Listen up, Christian… You can fight me all you want, but when you spilled your blood to accept your fate, you also accepted to do as you’re told. Do I have to remind you what’s at stake if you defy me?”

I grind my back teeth, feeling the vein in the side of my neck throb as I reply through clenched teeth. “No, sir.”

“Good.”

Before he can leave my room, I ask, “Where are my keys? I want them. This fucking thing comes off next week, and I’ll need my car to get to school.”

“Over my dead body. Since you lost my car to a race, your car is now mine. And until you can learn some responsibilities, the car stays with me.”

Grinding my teeth, I hold my cool before I attack him. I’ve never been his son. I’ve only ever been an asset to him; an heir to his fortune and company, but I’m not the son he thought he was getting.

He turns to leave again, but I stop him once more for good measure. “Hey Dad?”

Turning, a gleam of hope dances across his face before I say, “Go fuck yourself.”

He walks away like he always does, waving his hand dismissively. I hate him. The motherfucker had this bracelet attached to my ankle so he could still hold control over me. I’m in fucking hell and he’s stolen my baby from me. The golden boy he wanted died when he started ignoring me. And when I got my first tattoo, he completely shunned me. After that, I did everything in my power to piss this motherfucker off.

Kicking my door shut, I move to my bathroom and yank my basketball shorts down, hoping to release the anger inside of me with images of Billie. Just thinking about wrapping my inked hand in her fiery red hair has my cock pounding. And the way she looked at me when I asked her about being our pet has me stroking hard and fast. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I use it as lubrication before I spit on my shaft.

I squeeze my eyes shut and picture Billie riding me, throwing her red hair over her shoulder as her sexy little moans leave her perfect lips.

“Ah, shit,” I hiss out when I blow, covering my hand in my cum.

Reaching over, I grab a small wad of toilet paper and clean myself off before I turn on the shower. I pray Billie agrees to be our pet because I can’t keep jerking off like this anymore.

Chapter 3

BILLIE LUCAS

“Whothehelldoyou two think you are?!” I shout at Zeke as he pulls up to the gate at the end of my driveway. I’ve been huffing and puffing the entire way from Christian’s, letting him have it.

And when I finally get my thoughts together and say what I need to say, Zeke fucking laughs in my face. I’ve been laughed at nonstop since the moment my mother was arrested. I won’t let him do it, too.

“Fuck you, asshole,” I snap before jumping out of his BMW when he says nothing.

I’m huffing mad, stomping across the concrete as I approach the code box and punch in my numbers. The gate buzzes and slowly slides open before I rush through. All I can think about is how Christian asked me to be his—no,their—pet. I’ll admit the idea got me excited, especially since I’ve had a small crush on both of them for as long as I can remember. Since puberty probably? But I refuse to let them use me for their benefits and not for something deeper. When I give myself to another guy, it will mean something.

I know I’m sounding totally contradictory right now, considering I was just out with that one guy from the valley in hopes of getting laid, but things are different starting now. And honestly, why would I give myself to Christian and Zeke when they’ve been nothing but jerks to me since everything went south?

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