Page 8 of Family Ties

One more stop before heading back home.

Pulling into the estate, the well-concealed front yard looks like he had a fucking frat party last night. I park at the front door, slide out of the car, and huff at Garrison, “Stay here.”

Like the good son he is, he closes his door and re-fastens his seatbelt.

Ringing the bell, I hear Samuel shout, “Come in. It’s open.”

The noises coming from the other side of the door give me a good idea what’s going on inside. When I push open the door, I’m met with the sight of a blonde woman’s lips wrapped around his cock. Her eyes dart to me as he aggressively holds her head in place, forcing her to continue to suck his cock as I walk over.

“I can feel your fucking heart racing as I shove my cock down your throat,” he snarls at the nervous woman on her knees before him. “Are you scared? Or maybe excited about having him fuck you too.”

He drives himself into her throat and tears roll down her face as I approach the two of them. “Two powerful men, using and abusing you like the dirty little whore you are.”

Reaching them, I wrap my hand around his throat. His cock slides from the mouth of the now gasping girl on the floor as I shove him against the wall. Pressing my weight against Samuel’s body to hold him in place, I turn my attention to the girl, “Get the fuck out. Because when I’m done with him, I guarantee he will be taking it out on you if you’re still in here.”

I hear her scramble quickly from the floor as I throw a fist into Samuel’s gut. Followed by three more to his face.

“I’m getting real fucking sick and tired of cleaning up after you,” I seethe as I shove my forearm into his throat. “This was the last one. Understood? You can fucking rot in jail if you’re this fucking careless again.”

“You wouldn’t.” He swallows hard. “Because you’ll all be there with me.”

“Don’t fucking threaten me, kid.” I throw another punch to his gut and let him crumple down the wall to the floor. “And remember that dead men can’t talk.”

He doesn’t get up or argue as I walk to the door because he knows better than most people that I have zero qualms about putting another dead body in the ground. Slamming the front door as I exit, I stalk toward the Tahoe and slide back into the driver’s seat.

I can feel the heat in my face as I boil with anger. My current level of frustration needs desperately to be dealt with.

“Father?” Garrison sheepishly questions from the seat beside me, “We really need to talk about Abby.”

“Does now really seem like a good fucking time for that?” I snarl as I pull into traffic and head home.

“No, Father.” He drops his head and sulks in silence the remainder of the way home.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

ABIGAIL

The front door slamming startles me from the waffles, strawberries, and cream the chef was kind enough to whip together for me this morning. Looking up, I watch as Garrison storms past the dining room before I hear him stomp up the steps like an upset child.

“What’s up with him?” I question Grant when he walks into the dining room.

“He’ll be fine.” His voice is deep and has a tinge of his accent as he pulls out the chair beside me. “Mind if I join you?”

“Of course not,” I mumble around the forkful of food I just shoved in my face.

“I know we left you alone all morning, but do you think you can occupy yourself the rest of the day? Garrison and I have some business that we need to discuss.”

“I mean, I was going to take advantage of this gorgeous weather. A little time sunbathing by the pool, and maybe enjoying aleisurely swim,” I respond, and I swear I catch a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

“Good.” A smirk ticks up the corner of his mouth, and he watches as I shovel another mouthful of my late breakfast into my mouth.

“You’ve got a little…” His hand reaches toward me, and my breath sputters as he lightly grips my jaw. Slowly swiping his thumb along the corner of my mouth, he pulls back and displays the small bit of cream he collected.

He stares back at me, his deep blue eyes bore through me as he slips his thumb between his lips and sucks it clean.

Is he flirting with me?

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