“Let’s go,” he tells Dez, his stern voice popping my bubble, making me aware of how much I showed my cards, my weakness for him being number one. Shifting in my seat, I feel how wet my underwear is. Looking up into the mirror again, I see Dez watching me with a look of concern. Giving him a reassuring smile, he seems to relax a little as he pulls back onto the highway and continues the drive, taking us to get ice cream.
Putting my earbuds back in, I turn up Halestorm to drown them out, needing to build my wall back up. I’m angry with myself that I so easily let him get to me.
10
Sonny
At this point, with how hard I am, there’s no hiding the fact that my cock is ready to impregnate anything that comes close to me. I knew I was asking for it when I suggested we get ice cream. Then when Ruby sassed her mouth, I couldn’t help but attempt to show her who was in charge. I knew she’d make the situation even harder—pun intended.
And torture it is. Sweet, sweet torture watching her lick and suck at the cone in her hand. With a groan, I stand, adjust, and walk to the car.
Inside Dez’s car, I continue to watch her and Dez together as they instantly seem to relax with my absence. Dez, being the natural flirt he is, can’t help but unwittingly look like he’s fucking every girl and guy he comes in contact with. Meanwhile, Ruby is comfortable with him, and while I’m glad, it also pisses me off that she seems to need him more than me now.
I knew things would be different when I was released from prison. Not just the world around me but the people I love most in it too.
I had to grind my jaw so tightly closed to keep it from hitting the ground when I saw Ruby that I’m sure I cracked a molar. Her young teenage curves had gotten curvier with the few pounds she’s gained while getting healthy. Her tits went from hardly an A cup to what looks like the perfect handful. Round and perky and begging to be squeezed and tasted with the cleavage she was showing off in her tight little crop top.
It took all my restraint not to grind against her when she leapt into my arms, wrapping those long, lean legs around me. She felt perfect in my arms. She smelled like heaven and the things of my dreams and fantasies combined.
Her face had lost anything that lingered to make her look child-like, and in its place was a beautiful, breathtaking woman. She had the same blue eyes that sucked me in and held me hostage and at her mercy. There wasn’t a part of her that I hadn’t looked at in the few short hours since I’d been released. She was the only craving I’d had, and I wanted nothing more than to take my time savoring her.
Gripping my cock through my jeans, I watch as her and my best friend laugh freely together as they walk to join me in the car. She bumps his hip with hers, making him stumble before he’s back at her and tickling her sides. Just like that, my dick softens as my jealousy fires up again and ignites into anger.
Slamming their doors shut, they’re both still laughing. “Where to now, boss?” Dez asks in a light tone. His smile falls the second he looks at the murder on my face.
“Shouldn’t she be in school?” I ask angrily.
“She didn’t wanna go today, and you said you wanted to see her first thing. Two birds, one stone. Plus, figured it was better to give in than to find her sneaky ass in the trunk.”
“She’s three months away from graduation. You didn’t think it was important for her to finish her year out right?”
“She is sitting right here, asshole,” Ruby pipes in. “I’m skating by with only a couple bullshit classes. It’s not a big deal.” She sits back with her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her tits together more than before, and pouts.
“No school. Fine. What about dance?” I ask next.
She looks at me and squints. “If you don’t want me around, just say so. I’m a big girl, Sonny.”
Turning in my seat, I look straight in her eyes when I say, “I don’t want you around right now.”
Her cheeks flush as her anger rises, and she rolls her lips in to bite them. “Fine,” she grits. “My tryout is next week. I should probably practice anyway.”
“Tryout for what?”
She tilts her head to the side. “Julliard. Not that you care.” Turning away, she looks out the window, ignoring me.
Looking at Desmond, who’s waiting to see what’s going to happen next, I snap, “What are you waiting for? Let’s go.”
The car is quiet while he drives to Ruby’s dance studio. Once parked, she slams the door closed without a goodbye as she leaves.
“You didn’t have to be a total dick,” Dez says after we watch her walk inside.
“Yeah, I did,” I snort.
Shaking his head, he asks. “Where to now?”
“Nowhere. I’m not leaving her here alone.”
“But you just…” He chuckles. “Man, her claws are in so deep, and you don’t even feel it.”
“That’s the problem. I feel everything from her, and it’s still not enough.”
It’s been a week and a half since I was released from prison, and so far, the most relaxed day was the day I left. It’s been a whirlwind of shit thrown at me by my father since the second we dropped Ruby at home after dance that day.
From the moment he found out I was a free man once again and able to do his bidding, he’s been on my ass. I’ve had meetings on meetings to get caught up on matters for the club and family business from morning to night every day.
“I need you here tomorrow to oversee to a delivery at the club,” dear old da tells me.
“What time?” I ask, knowing it’s going to conflict with my plans of seeing Ruby.
Giving me a pointed look, he says, “Should it matter? This”—he motions to the club around us—“is yours to run. You should be here regardless.”
“Well,” I begin, a little less respectful than he likes, “I have somewhere I need to be at four. Connor can be here for it.”
I’m sure Connor would just as well do it anyhow. He was running the club for the years I was locked up. Knowing him, he hates the snap of my da’s fingers that turn him back into a lackey and put me in control of something that was his less than two weeks ago. But that’s all it takes for any of us to follow whatever he says. Most of the time.
“Connor has been here. He’s done a fine job, but now it’s time you take your rightful place and see to your responsibilities here. Whatever it is can wait,” he says dismissively to both of us, as Connor is sitting next to me.
“I’m fairly certain I was locked up for the amount of time I was because you wanted to teach me a lesson and toughen me up. Connor knows more about all of this than I do. He does do a great job at it, and the other families know and respect him. I think he should stay on with me. Not just leave cold turkey. That will look bad on us for dismissing him so quickly and easily after all he’s given to this family over the years. Don’t you think?”
I watch as my father’s resolve slowly eases and he takes in all that I just said. I might have been talking out of my ass for most of it, but it doesn’t make it any less true.
I’ll take my place in the family. I’ll run the club and anything else I’m tasked with, but I’ll take my time in doing so. I’ll enjoy my first few months of freedom as much as I can until he forces my hand, bending my will and making me take the seat he’s been keeping warm.