Twisted Revenge

by Danielle James

  “What are you doing to me, Chris?” I asked, grabbing a handful of her thickness. “You know you have no business wearing that.” I chided her but my dick was already at attention. I figured what the fuck, Manny knew I was screwing her, why not?

  “I wore it for you.” She purred in my ear.

  I lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around me as we locked into a kiss. I loved being so much taller than her because she was the perfect size to slam on my dick. I backed her against a wall and pushed my erection against her warmth.

  “I missed you, Trevor,” She whined. I grunted in response as I worked to undo her shorts and get them off. They hit the floor and I unleashed my dick. I didn’t really want to talk to her because all I would hear about is how much she wanted to see me and how she wished we could be together. All I wanted right then was to fuck her. Her pussy was ready too, nice and wet as I slid against her. After everything I’d been through, pussy was still my greatest weakness.

  You think I would have learned my lesson by now.

  Christina wiggled her hips against me before I pushed deep inside of her letting me know she was just as hungry as I was. I locked my arms under hers and braced my hands against her shoulders as I drilled deep inside of her. She threw her head back in ecstasy and I nearly came inside of her right then.

  “Trevor, I love you.” She cried as I thrust harder and harder. I tried to ignore it but she kept saying it. I shut my eyes against it until I finally brought her to the brink. Her walls tightened until she couldn’t speak anymore, only moan.

  Thank God.

  I hadn’t cum yet, but I was almost there. Before the moment took me by surprise I stood her up and told her to kneel down. “What are you doing?” She frowned.

  “I can’t keep coming inside of you.”

  “Can I…swallow it?” She asked. Who the hell would I be to turn her down? She opened her mouth and I exploded inside her throat at the touch of her tongue. I shut my eyes and held her head in place as I emptied every drop inside of her.

  “Shit,” I exhaled.

  “You still taste good.” She smiled, wiping the corners of her mouth. Once I came, I was clear headed again and ready for her to leave. I didn’t feel like talking more about our situation or replaying how fucked up her family was. I had my release and hopefully, she had hers too.

  I handed Christina her shorts and she looked offended. “What’s wrong?” I frowned.

  “It’s almost like you’re putting me out.”

  “Oh, no. You can take a shower if you want to,” I told her. I softened my tone so I didn’t hurt her feelings but I honestly was ready for her to go before she started talking.

  “Are you gonna take one with me?” She quizzed, crinkling her cute nose. I weighed the idea in my head tilting it from side to side then shrugged casually. I could shower and get more pussy so I was in.

  We fucked in the shower and after I was done pulling her hair and spanking her ass, she let me shoot cum all over her beautiful titties. Christina was proving to be more of a freak than I expected. She might be good to keep around for a little while.

  “So, you got school in the morning?” I asked. I was trying to use my words to physically push her towards the front door. Christina avoided my questions at all costs though.

  “Can I see your room?” Her cheeks were full as she smiled at me.

  “Uh…sure,” I frowned. I opened the door and looked around my room then back at her. “See, nothing special here,” I told her. I tried to keep my tone as lighthearted as possible but she refused to take a damn hint.

  “Can I stay the night, or is your daughter coming home?” She asked with a slight bite to her voice.

  “Camilla? Nah, she’s at…” I really didn’t know which house she was at, Xavier’s or Manny’s.

  “If she wasn’t slutting it up so much you’d probably know where she was.” She sighed.

  “Okay, Chris. You gotta go sweetheart. I told you my brother is staying here for a little while.” I guided her towards the door with my hand on her lower back and she pouted. Her lips looked suckable, but I knew that would lead to more fucking and I was ready for her to go.

  “Can I meet him?” She bounced on her tiptoes.

  “No!” It was no secret at that point I was fucking annoyed. Christina’s smile fell and she nodded her head.

  “Okay. I guess I’ll see you on Sunday?”

  “Yes. You’ll see me on Sunday Chris. Goodbye.”

  Shit.

  I’d never been happier to close a door in my life. I made sure it was locked too.

  The day before the peace rally, New Grace was crawling with media and people setting up. I walked through the main church and said hello to a few staff members I recognized and moved towards my office so I could get some papers and leave. I didn’t really want to be around with so many people buzzing in and out. I sat behind my desk and looked through my drawers.

  “What’s up, Trev?” Manny’s familiar voice sliced through my office and I looked up to see him smiling.

  “What’s up, Manny?”

  “You came to clean out your desk already?” He chuckled but the smile never fully reached his eyes.

  “Nah, I just came to get some things and go back home.” I exhaled and stood to my feet so I could look him in the eye. I was so tired of him holding this invisible weight over my head I decided it was time for him to drop the motherfucker.

  “Look, Manny, whatever you need to do, do it. I’m tired of the back and forth with you. All the tension is enough.” Manny turned the corners of his mouth down and nodded.

  “You just ready to get it over with huh? I guess I’d be the same way if I knew I fucked up royally.” I squared my feet with my shoulders and folded my arms loosely.

  “Okay, so are you letting me go? Am I fired? What’s up? All this going back and forth is making me think you’re a bitch.” I tilted my chin slightly. I could feel my muscles tense, I was ready for anything as long as it would end all this bullshit.

  “A bitch? No, no, sir.” He flashed a deranged smile and leaned against the wall. “I’m a real man unlike you. You couldn’t even tell me you knew about Cami and me, you had to run and plot revenge…like a bitch.” Fire rolled inside of me and I smiled coldly at him.

  “Christina didn’t think I was a bitch at all last night. Matter fact, she couldn’t keep herself off my dick. She’s a freak like her mother…loves to swallow too,” I sneered.

  I felt Manny’s fist crack into my jaw with a searing pain. I was fueled by adrenaline though so it did nothing to slow me down. I swung and hit him in his mouth drawing blood. I smiled and hit him again and again. I was certain he would rage at me but he didn’t.

  His head was hung low at first then he lifted it revealing a bloodied smile.

  “Come on Trev…you still hit like a fucking pussy!” His fist pounded into my chest knocking the wind from me until I doubled over. He landed blows to my ribs and no matter how much I tried to land another hit I couldn’t.

  “Emmanuel! Stop it!” It was Camilla’s voice, pleading and screaming. I stumbled upright and slammed my fist into Manny’s stomach making him lurch forward. I was drawing back for another strike when Camilla threw herself in between us.

  “Stop it!” She shrieked again. “Stop! What the fuck are you doing?” She shoved me away from Manny and looked at my face, her green eyes darting up and down, left to right. I must not have looked that bad because she rushed to Manny next while I crumpled into my chair. “What if the fucking media came back here?” She shouted angrily.

  “The media? That’s what you care about?” I snapped at my daughter. She sounded just like Manny.

  “You should care about it too!” She hissed. Camilla moved to close the door and clicked the lock shut. She looked at Manny and held his face tenderly in her hands. It made me sick to my fucking stomach. I moved behind her and pulled her away.

  “Camilla, baby girl what are you doing?” I said sadly. “He
’s not good for you.” The pain from the fight was starting to thrum through my entire body. I was fit but still too old for goddamn fist fights.

  “We are not talking about this shit right now.” Camilla pulled away from me and went back to check over Manny. She dabbed at the blood on his lip and made a pained sound when he winced like she could feel his fucking pain. I felt a heaviness in my stomach. The same feeling I had when I realized Dana had taken her away from me.

  “Camilla…” I called. She looked over her shoulder at me and finally came.

  “Why were you two fighting?” She pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes. “Never mind. You couldn’t have waited to get this shit out?”

  “Ask your father why he got his ass whooped,” Manny spat. I felt another surge of adrenaline pumping through me and I wanted to hit him again. Camilla was in my way though.

  “Dad, what happened?” She said softly, touching my jaw. I could feel the bruise starting to take form on my skin and it hurt like shit. Even Camilla’s gentle touch caused it to sing with pain. I turned my head away from her and looked at Manny who was eyeing me like he wanted another go too.

  “I’m tired of the bullshit,” I told her.

  “He doesn’t know what the fuck to say out of his mouth,” Manny interjected. It felt like we were two students in the principal’s office.

  “Yeah, whatever.” I stood to my feet and paced the floor. “I’m done here at New Grace.” I turned to my daughter and touched her beautiful face. “Camilla, you know where to find me.” I kissed her forehead and she looked like she wanted to cry.

  “Seriously? It really has to come to this?” She asked.

  “You know it does, Camilla.” Manny boomed behind her.

  “I told you already. A lot of things are gonna happen and you aren’t going to like them. This is one of them.” For once I agreed with the asshole. I pressed my tongue against my cheek and my jaw jolted to life with throbs.

  “I’m going back out there before someone comes looking for us. I’ll keep them occupied but you two need to get the fuck out of here before somebody sees you.” Camilla said before hugging me. Maybe she was still my baby even if Manny had his hooks in her.

  Once she closed the door I began gathering my things. Everything I could fit into my arms. “Learned your lesson yet island boy?” Manny chuckled but winced at the pain in his lip. “I always win.”

  “Nobody wins all the time, Manny.”

  “Well, let’s see…I get to go home and fuck your daughter’s sorrows away, I think I’m winning right now.”

  “Why, because I can’t go home and do the same with yours?” I quipped.

  “We’ll see.” He chuckled. “We’ll see Trev.” The unease that settled in the room sent a ripple of doom through me.

  Manny wasn’t a murderer though.

  I had to keep telling myself that.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Camilla

  When Laurel texted me to say she’d just gotten in town, I was busy putting on a front for the media and the volunteers for the rally. Then I felt a familiar kiss on my cheek, I let out a pent up breath upon seeing Xavier. I’d never been so happy to see him in my life. “You okay? You look shook,” he frowned. I looked around at all the people crowding the room and locked my fingers with his before pulling him into the hallway. The doors closed behind us with a squeak and thud.

  “Emanuel and my dad just got into a big ass fucking fight.” I chewed the inside of my cheek until my tongue blossomed with the metallic taste of blood. I swallowed and sucked in a breath. I was on edge. Xavier leaned back with wide eyes and looked around as if he could see a replay of the fight somewhere.

  “They fought here? Seriously?”

  “Yes!” I said in a hushed tone.

  “I made them leave before anyone noticed them. I’m scared baby.” I confessed, my shoulders sagged and I hung my head.

  “You already know how Emmanuel is. I’d be fucking scared too if I were you.” I dabbed at my eyes with the back of my hand and looked up at him. There were no dimples. This situation was nothing to smile about.

  “You never seem scared of Emmanuel though,” I said with an honest curiosity.

  Xavier shrugged his broad shoulders. “I’m not scared of him but I wouldn’t fight the big motherfucker unless I had to,” he said. “Trev went off the fucking deep end.” He ran a hand over his freshly cut hair and shook his head.

  He was right though, who in their right mind would fight a fucking hulking beast like Emmanuel? Dad was no slouch but he was lean and cut.

  Emmanuel?

  He was all bulk and height. He never missed a workout.

  “That’s why I’m scared,” I explained. “Dad is on some sort of fucking testosterone fueled mission not realizing there’s more at stake than just Emmanuel fucking me.” I felt my head throbbing and I massaged my temples around and around.

  “Look, I have to go get Laurel, can you hold things down here and try to keep Mary from looking for Emmanuel?”

  “Yeah of course. I got you.” He paused and cocked his head to the side. “Laurel is in town?”

  “Yes. No threesome.” I pointed at him.

  Finally, the dimples were back.

  “What are you gonna do Camilla?” Laurel asked as we drove. She was a ball of nerves and emotions. Purplish circles were framing her eyes where there used to be fresh, bright skin, her hair was messy with strands pointing this way and that, and her eyes were red from crying.

  “You’ll see,” I said. I stole a glance at her and felt my heart sink a little. She was really heartbroken over this whole spat with Christina. I know that when Laurel went to college she came back more mature and with a pill addiction but I still saw my sweet innocent best friend under it all. She was still vulnerable and easily led by her heart. It killed me to see her hurting like this. I was going to fix it though.

  Trinity Prep seemed so much smaller since I’d graduated. I craned my neck to look around to make sure I hadn’t just turned into a giant over the past year. Nope. Not a giant. “Camilla, why are we here?” Laurel whispered as if someone was listening in.

  “Because we’re gonna play Chris’ game but better,” I smiled. “Here, do something with your hair Laurel.” I handed her a brush and she frowned at me. “Brush that shit up in a bun or something!” I clapped my hands together trying to make her move faster. She scrambled to grab the brush and began tugging at her tangled strands until they were neater and could be easily wound on top of her head. I nodded happily.

  “Much better. We’ll do something about those dark circles later.” I slid my lips to the side and thought about what concealer would match her complexion.

  “Camilla, what are we doing here?” She asked again.

  “Oh, yeah…let’s go.” I smiled.

  I walked us in through a side door where I knew the senior hallway was and looked around until I spotted a boy. I smiled at him and tapped his shoulder. He looked at me like I was a damn celebrity. “Hey, where’s my sister’s locker? She forgot her bag today.” He flashed me a handsome grin and escorted me right to it. It was just where I expected it to be. I thanked him and looked over my shoulder to see who else was coming.

  It was clear.

  I looked on my keychain and smiled once I saw my old locker key. I knew somehow that Brian felt it would be poetic if Christina had my old locker. Sure enough, the key still fit my old locker. I stashed about a quarter of Laurel’s pills in Christina’s locker and locked it up tight before walking towards Brian’s office. Laurel squeezed my hand and looked at me frantically. “Laurel, go sit in the car if you’re too nervous.” My eyes rolled but I understood her apprehension. Like I said, she was still the same old Laurel. She scampered off to the parking lot and I walked into the main office greeted by big smiles from the staff.

  Just my luck, Brian was in his office typing steadily at the computer. “Do you have a pass?” He asked before he even looked up.

  “No, b
ut I’m sure you’ll give me one Mr. Lomax.” I purred. His head jerked in my direction and he jumped up from his seat.

  “Camilla?” He moved to close his door just out of habit and I swallowed back a laugh. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for family reasons.” I sighed and settled in his lap.

  He didn’t object. His hands found a familiar spot on my waist.

  “Is it about Christina?” He asked.

  “Yeah. Brian, have you noticed anything different about my sister?”

  “No. I can’t say that I have,” he frowned.

  “Well, she’s been acting out lately…I mean, ever since my mom and dad have been talking about getting a divorce.” I played up the sadness in my voice, complete with puppy dog eyes.

  “Divorce?” He whispered it like it was a dirty word.

  “Yeah. It’s really messing up our family dynamic.” I ran my finger along his collar. “I heard Chris talking the other day about some pills and making some money.”

  “Pills?” He frowned.

  “Yeah. I checked her bag and sure enough, there was a bunch of pills in little bags. I guess that’s how they look when you sell them…” I shrugged my shoulders and bit the corner of my lip. “She was going crazy looking for her bag this morning but I had it. I just brought it up here and put it in her locker.” I told him. He looked at me confused.

  “Why did you bring her pill bag to school, Camilla? That doesn’t make any sense.”

  “Because I need to give her some tough love and I want you to help me.” I beamed. I knew it would only be believable to Brian if I made it seem like a scheme and it would only work if he was in on it. He raised his brows and nodded thoughtfully.

  “I can’t let my little sister go down this path, but I need to teach her a lesson.” I went on, “Maybe getting her shaken up here at school will show her it’s serious fucking business doing something like this.”