Finding the Light (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 3)

by C. A. Rene

  “Oh yes,” she licks her lips and bites down on the bottom one. This time I turn and really get a good look at her.

  She’s about 5’5” and pretty skinny. Her thighs don’t touch, even as she’s sitting down. She has huge boobs inside of her suit jacket because they are nearly spilling out and over. She has that overly bleached hair that’s nearly white against her black eyebrows and her skin is an unnatural orange colour. If I were to guess her age, I’d put her aging face at nearly forty.

  She stands up and starts to remove the jacket, when she’s finished unbuttoning it, she lets it drop to the floor and that’s when I realize she doesn’t have anything else on underneath. I gasp and look to my father, what the hell is happening here?

  “Look at those tits, boy.” He says with a grin, “get over there and grab them.”

  When I don’t move, Tonya comes to me and grabs my hands to place on her boobs. They are hard and way too bouncy to be real. I screw up my face and try to remove my hands.

  “Do as he says,” she whispers quietly. “Let’s enjoy this.”

  I look to my father’s face and watch as his eyes become dark and narrow at me. If I don’t do this I can expect the beating of a lifetime.

  “What do you want me to do?” I ask him.

  “I want you to slam her down over my desk and fuck her roughly from behind.”

  My breath gets stuck in my throat and my mouth is suddenly dry. He is asking me to have sex with an older woman I don’t know? And in front of him?

  “Did you hear me boy?” His sneer firmly in place. “Fuck that whore, now.”

  “Whore?” I look at her again and I am hit with the sudden realization. She’s a prostitute, and one who knows my father intimately.

  She drops her skirt to the floor and I see that she had no underwear on either. Her private area is shaved and there’s no hair there at all. I’ve seen pictures of girls naked, I know what different vaginas look like. Some with hair and some without.

  She drops to her knees in front of me and starts to undo the button on my jeans.

  “Wait,” I mumble and she looks up at me.

  “Don’t make it worse for yourself.” Then she grins, “let’s make this little guy hard.”

  Little guy? I am the biggest on the team, I know because we’ve compared and I’m bigger by a long shot. Before I can collect my thoughts, she has my jeans and boxers down around my ankles and my limp dick in her hands.

  She looks back at my dad, “not bad for a kid.” She hums.

  “Of course, he’s my son after all.”

  She begins to lick the head of my dick and the fucker betrays me by instantly growing hard. I get it, it feels good but I don’t want to do this. My body begins to shake and I feel like I want to throw up. I feel sick as she sucks me into her mouth and down her throat. She moans like this is the most amazing thing she’s ever done and that just increases my displeasure. I make the mistake of locking eyes with my father because I can see when he discovers my discomfort. His face turns red and his eyes become a storm.

  “Tonya, get over here.” He stands and points at the edge of his desk. She does what he says and he roughly shoves her down. Her head smacks against the desk and she moans loudly, “see? She likes it rough. Get over here.”

  I don’t move and the shaking in my body increases. I begin to shake my head and he lifts her head off the desk only to slam it down again. This time she cries out in pain, “get over here or I will kill her, in front of you then force you to fuck her dead body.” She whimpers, clearly sensing the truth in his words.

  I slowly walk-removing the jeans and boxers from around my ankles-and stand behind her. I can see she’s shaking now, too. Bet she regrets ever agreeing to do this, at least I hope she does.

  “See this nice wet pussy?” He asks as the fingers from his other hand roughly spreads her open. It kind of looks like a wet alien. “You are going to stick your dick in here and fuck her rough.”

  I really don’t want to do this and he can see it in my eyes. His hand tightens in her hair and she cries out in pain. I nod and he immediately loosens his hold. I stand close behind her and he uses both hands to spread open her butt cheeks.

  “Two holes here,” he says, “you can fuck whichever one you want. The asshole is tight as fuck but the pussy hole is nice and wet. You pick.”

  My dick becomes hard again while I look at her pussy. Shame rolls through me tenfold and I want to throw up all over her back. My hand shakes as I grab onto the traitor and I fumble a bit behind her.

  “Line it up.” He encourages, “then just slam it in. That’s how you like it, right Tonya?”

  “Mmhmm.” She moans as the head of my dick touches her pussy. It’s warm and slightly wet.

  “Slam. It. In.” He grits through his teeth.

  I prepare to do as he says and grab her hips to keep my balance. Then, I ram myself deep inside her. It feels good but at the same time it’s making me sick. Her moaning becomes loud and my father continues to hold her head down while watching me pump into her. It’s gross and so fucking uncomfortable.

  I continue to roughly ‘slam’ my dick into her and when I feel the tingles of my cum, my father shoves me back and I stumble and cum on the floor at her feet. As I’m staring down at my dick, sticky with her stuff and my cum on the floor, I begin to cry.

  I didn’t want to do this, the choice was taken from me and now I won’t be able to lose it to Adri like I planned. My crying becomes sobs and I feel the sting of my father’s slap on my cheek.

  “Get the fuck out.” He yells, “I make a man out of you and you cry about it?”

  “I didn’t… want… to do… it.” I get out between sobs.

  “Are you a little faggot?” He sneers into my face.

  “No!”

  “Get out!” He screams and turns to undo his belt. Tonya hasn’t moved from the desk and I can only guess this was a two for one deal. I pick up my jeans and boxers and run out of the den, leaving the sounds of Tonya’s pleasure behind me.

  20

  The rest of the week goes by without much drama. Jeremy has been away all week so I haven’t had the chance to speak with him. Hopefully, I can get it done next week. I also reported Sonja’s disappearance to a fat, lazy cop who asked the most ridiculous questions. He did promise me to look into it, whatever. I called her cell phone another twenty times this week with the same response, voicemail.

  It’s Friday evening and we’re preparing to tell Adri about Ember’s extra curricular activities. Tomorrow morning, we are driving to New York and much to my disapproval, Ember thinks it’s time Adri knows the truth, starting with this. Emmett has gone to pick her up and from his constant humming all week, I’m guessing they have been pretty active. I’m happy for them and I’m especially happy for Adri, she deserves it.

  “I really don’t know if this is something Adri should know about, let alone watch.” I shake my head.

  “Bro, it’s gonna happen sooner or later. She’s a part of our family.” Vin stresses.

  “I just don’t think she’s made for this type of life.”

  “Adrianna is a lot tougher than what you’re giving her credit for.” Ember retorts.

  “I’ve known her since pre-k,” I raise a brow at her, “I think I would know her better than anyone.”

  “You sure about that?” She questions, “you were MIA for a few important life developing years.”

  It’s a low blow but an honest one. Fuck, I can only hope she’s right because the Adri I knew before could never handle watching her friend beat someone to death, or plan a hit, or handle a boyfriend who was sexually assaulted most of his life. I fucking hope E’s right.

  I hear the front door open and their voices drift into where we’re sitting in the family room. Emmett is laughing and Adri is whining, I feel bad because her perfect little bubble is about to burst.

  “Don’t look so fucking worried,” Ember says. “Trust me.
”

  “I do.” I nod.

  “Hey guys,” Adri comes in and heads straight for me. I stand up and pull her into my arms. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” I let her go. “Ember wants to have a meeting.”

  “Sounds good.” She sits right beside me and Emmett takes the seat next to her.

  Ember looks between the three of us and a crease appears between her brows. I’m pretty sure she’s starting to catch on to what’s going on with the three of us. I actually hope she figures it out before we have to sit her down and blow her fucking mind.

  Ember leans forward and rests her elbows on her knees, “remember when I told you last year that I fought in illegal matches while I lived in New York?” She asks Adri.

  “Yes,” a grin lightens her face, “and I asked you if you took a pound of flesh for your mob boss.”

  Ember laughs, “yeah. Well, you were close to being right.”

  “Get the fuck out.” Adri leans forward too, “you used to kill people for the gang?”

  “I didn’t kill, no.” Ember shakes her head, “just roughed them up, maybe broke a few bones.”

  “Fucking right you did.” Adri says, shocking the shit out of me. “Are you back to doing that again? Is that why I heard you say something about a planned fight?”

  “Kind of. You know Carm…” Ember waits for Adri’s nod, “he runs the gang in New York.”

  “Okay…” she drawls.

  “It used to be our father’s position.”

  Adri’s huff has me turning my full attention on her, “You already told me this. He was murdered.”

  “Yes,” Ember narrows her gaze. “By me.”

  “Why?” Adri asks without much emotion.

  “Well, he kidnapped me, forced me to fight and I found out he killed my mother.”

  “How did you do it?” She asks.

  “I tortured then shot him.”

  Adri looks at each of us in the room and then faces back to Ember, “judging by everyone else’s lack of surprise, I guess I’m the last to know.”

  “Yeah, it’s not something to be taken lightly.” Emmett mutters.

  “You don’t say?” Adri says sarcastically. “I don’t want to be left out anymore. I can take it.”

  “I’m glad to hear that,” Ember nods and that murderous grin lights up her face. “I actually have some fights that are to the death. This weekend is one of them.”

  “To the fucking death?” Adri screeches. “Why?”

  “Because I’m hired to do so.” Ember shrugs, “I only kill people who truly deserve it.”

  Adri sits back and crosses her arms over her chest, “tell me everything, from the beginning now.”

  A few hours later and Adri now knows almost everything. Almost… Ember hasn’t told her about anything pertaining to me except the fact that she killed our father because he was terrible to Vin when he was a child. She hasn’t told her about killing my mother or anything regarding Coach and my father being the Whitsborough rapist. I guess she’s leaving that to me.

  “Wow,” she mutters, “my best friend is an assassin for hire.”

  “Are you okay?” I ask her with my hand on her thigh.

  “Yeah,” she nods and looks back up to Ember, “I fucking knew you were a badass.” She grins.

  “Did you want to come with us this weekend?” Ember asks her, “ I would feel better if you did. I don’t want you here in this town alone.”

  “Because of this Talia bitch, right?” Adri rolls her eyes.

  “Yeah.”

  “I want to come and see you fight,” Adri locks her gaze on E, “and I want to see how you kill them.”

  “Wow.” I breathe out.

  “What?” Adri looks at me.

  “You’re just different from what I remember.” I shrug.

  “Maybe it’s time you faced that.” She says.

  “You’re right.” I nod, “maybe it’s time I got to know you again.”

  “I’d like that.” She smiles.

  “As touching as this is,” Vin stands up. “I need to fuck my girl and get some sleep. Be up at five.”

  Asshole has me smirking.

  E starts giggling and follows Vin out of the room. She turns at the doorway and gives us all a look, “don’t do anything I wouldn’t do kids.” Then she’s gone with a wink.

  “I think she’s basically given us permission to kill just about anyone that looks at us wrong.” Adri snorts and both Emmett and I start laughing.

  “Did you want to stay here tonight or you want me to drop you back at home?” Emmett asks her while twirling a piece of her maroon dyed hair around his finger.

  “I should go home and pack a bag. I didn’t think I’d be going to New York.” She squeals a little.

  “I think now that you know the whole story,” I begin, “maybe you should start staying here instead of being alone in that house.”

  “I’m not alone,” she protests. “I have Carol and Richard.”

  “The driver and the cook?” I ask her.

  “They are my family, what would they do if I’m not there?”

  “Oh, I dunno,” Emmett starts, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Have a vacay?”

  “We’ll discuss it more in New York.” I nod standing to go to my room.

  “Yeah sure, along with what the fuck you two have planned for this…” she waves her hand around between us, “situation.”

  “We’ll get there.” I head out of the room and call out behind me, “goodnight.”

  I don’t want to stick around and get sucked into a conversation about confessions and bringing shit to light. I’m still finding the light on the shitstorm that was and is my life, I’m not even ready to fully tell my story to anyone.

  About twenty minutes later, I hear the front door open and shut, signaling their departure. As happy as I was that they are meshing and finding love in one another, I want to be a part of it. Adrianna was always in my peripheral, even when I wanted nothing more than to curl up inside myself and die, she was there. Yes, I let her go, but I had my reasons.

  That night, after my father set up that ‘meeting’, I was at the lowest I had ever been, but I had promised to go to Danny’s party with Adri. I knew Vin wouldn’t be there because his mother had put him to work at the restaurant on Friday nights. I knew my night would be clear of his drama and I could spend it with her.

  After the situation inside my father’s office, I was in no mood to be in public and I should’ve listened to my intuition but I was overcome with stress, sadness, and a soul wrenching hatred. I hated my father with a passion that could bring down an entire army, I wanted him dead and at the time, I could only hope I would grow the balls to do it one day.

  I remember chugging half a bottle of expensive bourbon from my father’s study and then walking to Adri’s house with the other half in my hand. By the time I had reached her house, I was severely intoxicated. Adri could tell I was drinking but she wasn’t aware of just how much. I saw her look me up and down as I stood on her front porch, her brown eyes more expressive than any other I had ever seen.

  She was home alone again, her parents had started making it a thing since the beginning of the school year, only popping in once a month for a week to make sure she was okay.

  Fucking chumps.

  She didn’t say much to me as we walked to Danny’s, just frequent glances out of the side of her eye. I knew she could sense something was wrong, we were just that close. Adri didn’t know the extent of how bad my home was. How brutal my father was and how much my mother hated being there.

  Most of the night was a blur, but I did remember the main points. Being intoxicated finally made my balls drop and I initiated a kiss with Adrianna. I was so happy when she reciprocated. I know a lot of the night was making out with her, but I vaguely remember Stacey showing up. I don’t know how she got my attention but I could tell by her face it was important.


  Stacey was a grade eleven student at Precious Blood Academy and her mom was dating Coach Halbert. I remember being in the bathroom and when I came out Stacey grabbed my hand and dragged me into a bedroom. She had clearly been crying and I remember feeling slightly nauseous from the copious amounts of alcohol I had consumed. The events are fuzzy in my brain but Stacey basically told me Coach raped her and when she tried to tell her mother, she called her a slut. To be fair, there were rumors that Stacey was free with her body. She said she found pictures in Coach’s desk of all the guys on the team, some of us in the shower but mostly they were of me in different stages of undress.

  By the time I came out of the room, Adri was long gone. It wouldn’t be until Monday at school that I would know the extent of the damage. When I opened my locker, I found a doodle Adri made of the two of us. We were on the see-saw-one of our favourite places to chill-and on the back she’d written a note.

  I will hate you forever, Travis.

  21

  “Have you been to New York before?” I ask Adri as we pull into the garage at Vin and Ember’s condo.

  “No,” she shakes her head. “I guess there won’t be much sightseeing.”

  “It may feel like Ember is being a bit overprotective but trust me, Talia is not to be fucked with.” I pull the Mercedes into the visitors parking spot and hop out quickly to stretch my legs. “I’ll take you to a bomb ass restaurant though.” I wink at her.

  “Okay.” She smiles and her gorgeous brown eyes melt my fucking heart.

  We grab our bags out of the trunk and walk to the elevator. To get to the penthouse, we have to punch in a code. “On the top floor-where we’re going-has two separate penthouses and it’s fucking huge.” I say to her with a grin.

  “I can’t wait to see it.” Her voice sounds excited but her face is sketched with worry.

  “You okay?” I ask her.

  “I’m scared about Ember’s fight.” She whispers softly.

  “Why?” I ask incredulously.