It’s my turn to smile. “C’mon inside and I’ll show you.”
Together we walk into the clubhouse. Gabriella likes a thrill. She lets me fuck her right there in the middle of the bar. She stays with me for a week solid, fucking, sucking, and partying before she asks me to take her home. When I do, I’m surprised to see that she lives in one of the biggest houses I’ve ever seen.
“Poor little rich girl?” I ask.
She laughs her sexy throaty laugh that I’ve come to enjoy. “Something like that. I’ll see you around, Mountain.”
Without another word, she turns from me and walks away. I watch every step she makes, knowing that I’ll probably never see her again. She’s a girl who likes a wild ride, but doesn’t want to live the wild life. Not if it doesn’t come with fancy as fuck cars and trust funds.
I never go back to my childhood home, never check on Waker. Silver assures me he and Coyote watched him leave town, even followed him to the city limit sign. He left and as far as I know, he’s never been back.
LEIGHTON
NINETEEN YEARS OLD
Looking back over my shoulder, I’m not surprised to see him here. Leo watches me, his eyes grazing down my back, pausing on my ass before he flicks his gaze back to meet my own.
Licking my lips, I take one last drink from my glass then set it down before my mouth turns up into a smile. I shift away from him and slowly step into the swimming pool.
I let out a sigh as the cool water kisses my skin. This is a pool party, after all. My father throws one every year, an end to the summer. Closing my eyes, I swim through the deep water until I reach the seat in the small grotto area.
It only takes five minutes for Leo to join me. Spreading my legs, he swims up so his body is blocking me from view. His hand slides up the inside of my thigh, shifting my suit to the side before his finger grazes my pussy.
“Leopold,” I rasp. “You’re so wrong.”
He laughs softly. “The children have all left, it’s only the adults now, darling.”
My heart speeds up. Lifting my hands, I curl my fingers against his shoulders and try to push him off of me. I make it a point to never stay at one of my father’s parties after the families and upstanding citizens leave.
“I need to go, we need to go. Maybe we can go dancing or something?” I ask.
I also make a point to never be home at all after the families have all left my father’s parties. I made the mistake of being home too many times. I’ve had far too many strange men wander into my bedroom and take advantage of me being alone with everyone else otherwise occupied—never again.
“Let’s just stay. We’ve both been drinking, what could be the harm? We’re having fun.”
“I told you, Leopold, I don’t stay for my father’s parties,” I snap, my breathing coming out in short pants.
His lips curve up into a grin. “I think you’ll enjoy it,” he purrs.
Something isn’t right about the way he’s pressuring me to stay. His fingers haven’t stopped moving between my legs. I reach down, wrapping my hand around his wrist, but he continues.
“Stop,” I whisper.
He laughs. “The fact that you think you have a say in this is kind of comical, Leighton.”
“Leo?”
He grins. “Your daddy gave you to me. It’s his most personal merger ever. My father’s company to tear apart and sell off, piece by piece. At the same time, I get to tear your body apart piece by piece.”
“No,” I whimper.
We’ve been dating each other for a few weeks. I’ve never seen this side of him before, never witnessed the evil in his eyes. Never once thought that he was as bad as the men that my father associates with at night.
I hear the whistles and I know that the girls have arrived, the young girls. Lifting my watery eyes, I look over Leo’s shoulder as he continues to finger me. My body is not my own right now, I feel violated in every way, but I can’t stop it, just like I’ve never been able to stop the men who have slipped into my room.
The girls are here, wearing black string bikinis and are barefoot. They’re all younger than me now. I may have grown, but these girls seem to stay the same age. Girls on the cusp of womanhood and not a moment older.
My father walks over to a blonde one, always a blonde. He laughs, then grabs her by the back of her ponytail and pushes her onto the pool concrete decking to her knees. He drops his swim trunks, immediately she parts her lips, and I avert my eyes as soon as he starts to fuck her mouth. There is no gentle way to say what he’s doing to her.
“Fuck, you’re going to take all of me, over and over. Then you’re going to take whoever I give you to. I have a whole line of people who want to fuck Leighton Richardson.”
“Why?” I ask on a sniffle.
He presses his mouth against my ear, laughing. “Because we can.”
I don’t remember anything else from the night. I wake up the next morning in my bed, Leopold draped over my naked body, and I’m sore. Everything hurts. Every single part of me aches. Tears fill my eyes as I remember the beginning of the night and nothing else.
I try to push him off of me, but his arm tightens. “You aren’t going anywhere, my little whore,” he rasps huskily.
The tears in my eyes fall. I know one thing and one thing for certain. I am not staying here. I don’t care what I have to do, I am getting the fuck away from this place. My father sold me to him, like one of the girls he brings in for his investors. Exactly like Leo just said, like a little whore.
Never again.
TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD
MOUNTAIN
Obsession.
It can be a really fucking ugly thing. I should run away from this girl, shouldn’t be watching her, trying to get a glimpse, any glimpse of her that I can. But here I am, watching her again. And again. And again.
She doesn’t see me. She is busy with the rich boy she’s fucking. I shouldn’t care. I slept with her a couple of times, I don’t even know her last name. It’s not like I want her for myself, to keep her as mine and make her my wife. I don’t.
It’s an obsession. One that I don’t know how to get rid of.
Turning away, I head back to the clubhouse. Silver is standing next to the door, his back leaning against the wall as he watches me.
“You gotta stop.”
“Don’t know how,” I admit.
He snorts. “Find another bitch to bang.”
“Like?”
He looks behind him, then back to me. “What’s she got that the clubwhores don’t?”
I shrug a shoulder, looking down at my boots before I lift my gaze back up to meet his. “She’s class. Never had that before.”
Silver’s lips twitch. “Brother, you can fuck class. Just gotta go out and find it. Girls like that, they love to take a ride on the wild side.”
“Yeah?”
He jerks his chin up. “Hell fuckin’ yeah.”
I never went back to watch Gabriella, I didn’t have to. Silver made sure I knew where to find class for the night. And I did. One right after the other, after the other, after the other. Until all I fucked was class.