by B. B. Hamel
I go into the bathroom and splash some water on my face, trying to calm down. I wanted to stay out there with Syd, tell her what I think of her, let her know what this isn’t just physical for me, but I couldn’t. If I stayed there another second, I was going to fuck that delicious tight little pussy until she screamed, and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t risk getting us caught just because I needed to sink my cock deep inside of her.
I look into the mirror and shake my head. It’s fucking insane to want a woman like this. I’ve never experienced it before. I can’t believe what I’m willing to risk for Sydney, and I don’t think she even realizes it yet. She has no clue how important she’s becoming to me, but I’ll show her, sooner or later.
I just need to figure out a safe way to do it.
As I leave the bathroom, cock finally less hard, I glance outside and catch Syd sunning herself again. Her perfect fucking body looks so good it almost gets me rock hard again, but my phone starts ringing at the perfect moment.
I walk over to the counter and grab it. “Yeah?” I ask, surprised at how annoyed I feel.
“Connor, it’s Mack.”
I pause for a second. Mack is one of the guys I hired to look into Evan. He’s a friend of mine in the security business, and one of the guys that I trust the most.
“What’s up?” I ask him.
“I found some info on that target.”
“Good. What do you got for me?”
“Seems as though your man, Evan Hall, is hiring a lot of guys.” Mack doesn’t sound too pleased about this.
“How many?” I ask him.
“I’m not sure. But Connor... he’s not hiring legit guys.”
I frown, looking down at the kitchen counter. There’s a note from Julia on there, written in her hastily scrawled handwriting, ordering me to do the dishes.
“What’s his source?”
“I’m not sure,” Mack says. “I’m guessing mafia, but it’s hard to say. My contacts aren’t all talking.”
I sigh, shaking my head. This is very bad. If Evan is hiring muscle from the mafia or any other gang, that means he’s getting serious, and violence is going to break out soon. You don’t hire guys from the underworld if you don’t plan on using them. Maybe Evan doesn’t know that, but I suspect he’s aware of what he’s getting himself into, and he doesn’t care.
“What can you do for me?” I ask Mack, although I know the answer.
“Not much,” he admits. “I can get you some more guys, but Connor, this shit is going to get expensive real fast.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“I’m giving you a discount because you’re a friend, but these other guys won’t. You’re going to put them in danger, and they’re going to want double pay.”
“I know that,” I grunt. “I appreciate your help, Mack. I’ll work something out.”
“Do you have any platoon buddies left?” he asks. “Any guys you can count on that might do the job for cheap?”
“Not really,” I admit. “A few guys in Texas. One guy in Boston. But I couldn’t ask them to do this.”
Mack sighs. “Listen man. Get some cash. Or get out of town. I don’t think these guys are going to hold back. I don’t know what you’re involved with, but my advice is to run and run fast.”
“Thanks,” I say. “You should back off now. Don’t get any more involved.”
He hesitates. “You can still count on me, man,” he says. “I want to help.”
“I don’t want you to get tangled up in this. I’ll work it out.”
“Call me if you need anything,” he says. “Don’t hesitate.”
“I won’t.”
He hangs up the phone and I toss mine over onto the couch before drifting toward the sink. I turn on the water and pick up a dish, but instead of cleaning it, I smash the fucking thing on the floor.
Rage flows through me. I can’t believe Evan is hiring some fucking mafia goons to come after his own fucking family. He must be fucking stupid if he thinks he can control them. If he unleashes them on this house, they’re going to kill everyone, and probably do worse to Sydney.
I have to figure this out, but Julia is making things as difficult as possible. If she opens up her checkbook, I can keep us safe, but she refuses to see the danger that’s right in front of her. I don’t understand it.
I drift back over to the window and watch Sydney for a second, trying to work out this problem. I need to convince Julia, but it doesn’t seem like anything is going to knock her over the edge. Maybe she doesn’t think her brother is capable of hurting her and her family.
But I need to prove that he is capable of it. Actually, I need to prove that he’s planning on doing exactly that.
An idea hits me as I stand there. I run over and grab my phone, calling up Mack.
“Hey, Mack,” I say. “I actually do need a favor.”
“Sure man. What’s up?”
“Can you come watch over this house for a couple hours? I have an errand to run.”
“Sure,” he says. “Got nothing better to do.”
I grin to myself, excitement coursing through my veins as my plan begins to really form in my mind.
“And one more thing. Do you still have that recording equipment?”
Evan’s office is surprisingly easy to get to, especially when I start telling people exactly who I am. Apparently, being married to Julia makes me somewhat famous in Rydell Electric, and doors just start opening.
I’m ushered into Evan’s office about an hour after I left the house. His secretary shuts the door as he looks at me from behind his desk, a sick smile on his face.
Evan is a weak man and I can see it, but that makes him dangerous. Weak men are willing to do things that they shouldn’t, violent and dangerous things, just to prove that they’re stronger than they appear. Weak men are far more dangerous than strong men, because they can’t be reasoned with.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Powell? Or should I say, Mr. Hall?”
I frown. “I didn’t take her name.”
“I guess you wouldn’t.” Evan’s hair is cropped short but he’s balding, slowly receding up front. His skin is paunchy and he’s out of shape by maybe twenty or thirty pounds. He looks like he works too much and doesn’t take care of himself at all.
“I know what you’re doing,” I say, getting right to the point. No reason beating around the bush.
He cocks his head at me. “Whatever do you mean?”
“I know you’re hiring guys. Dangerous guys.”
He shakes his head. “I’m totally lost.”
“Listen to me, Evan. I know the kind of men you’re hiring, I’ve worked with them, I’ve fought against them. You can’t control them, not really.”
That sick smile comes back to his face as he leans across his desk. “Who says I want to control them?” he asks.
I frown at him but don’t break eye contact. “You’re making a mistake,” I say. “This is your family. Don’t you understand that?”
“Fuck my family,” he says. “Fuck Julia, fuck her little twat of a daughter, and fuck you, too.” He laughs and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
I don’t know why, but him insulting Sydney is the worst part of that. It shows me that he doesn’t place her outside of this conflict. He’s probably willing to hurt her to get what he wants.
“Did you leave the note on our door?” I ask. “Did you send that deer head?”
“Probably,” he says, shrugging. “Who knows?”
“And what do you think you’ll do if your father finds out about all this?”
“Let him.” Evan says, laughing. “That old senile fuck can’t stop anything. I’ll kill you and Julia, and then I’ll take the whole company. How expensive do you think it is to cover up a murder?”
I stare him down, completely surprised that he’s being so open. He’s definitely not aware of the recording device I’m wearing, otherwise he wouldn’t be saying this stuff.
I don’t have anything I could take to the police, or at least nothing that would stick. He could easily buy himself out of it, and that would tip my hand. But that’s not why I’m here.
“You’re making a mistake,” I say again, standing.
“Why are you married to my sister, Connor?” he asks. “And tell me the truth.”
I look back at him, shaking my head. “We love each other.”
“No, that’s not it. My sister doesn’t love anybody. Except for maybe her daughter.”
“You’re her brother.”
“Yes,” he hisses, standing suddenly. I can see the anger and the ever-weakening sanity behind his wicked smile. “I’m her brother, and that bitch has gone out of her way to take from me since the day we were born. I’m taking it all back.”
I watch him for a second, but I know there’s nothing I can do. I didn’t really come here to reason with him anyway. He looks like a caged animal, practically frothing at the mouth, ready to leap over the desk at a moment’s notice. He’s desperate and angry and probably blames all of his troubles on Julia. He probably thinks his life would be better if she were completely gone.
He’s so dangerous. It’s incredible that Julia can’t see it, but he’s probably good at hiding it around her. Better for her to think he’s the normal lovable Evan, not this psycho that he’s slowly evolved into.
But I have what I need. I just shake my head at him then turn and leave. I shut the door behind me, sighing as I go.
I feel bad for Julia and Sydney. I genuinely do. Sydney especially never deserved any of this shit. She barely wants to be a part of this family, and she’s actively trying to get away from it and to become something else. But they just keep coming at her, even if she doesn’t realize it.
I’m going to save her. I’m going to get her away from this. But first I have to convince her mother that there’s a problem if I’m going to properly protect her. Maybe I’ve tipped my hand a little to Evan, but it’s worth the tradeoff.
He knows I’m aware of his plans, which is bad because I’ve lost the element of surprise, but the sacrifice is worth it. At least if Julia listens.
I’ll convince her. I have to. I have no other choice.
16
Sydney
Things are strained at home, although I’m not sure why.
I know my mother doesn’t know about me and Connor. Maybe it’s just stress from convincing granddad to give her the company, or maybe it’s just normal job stress, but she’s been even more high strung than usual.
I was slow to notice it, which makes me feel guilty. I’ve been so wrapped up in what’s happening between me and Connor that I’ve been blind to how my mother feels. But that night, when my mother comes home, I make a point to go see her.
She’s in her room, like she is more and more often lately, drinking a glass of wine and relaxing in her bed. Her reading glasses are on and she has a book open in her lap. I knock lightly on the door and peek my head in.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey yourself.” She shuts the book as I walk into the room.
“How are you?” I ask. I sit down at the end of the bed.
She shrugs. “Stressed. Tired. So about average.”
I smile. “Sounds about right.”
“How are you getting along? How have things been here with Connor?”
I pause for a second. “Good,” I say, “going great. He’s a nice guy.”
“Glad you two are getting along.” She gives me a searching look that makes me think she knows something, but of course she doesn’t. There’s no way.
“Where is he, anyway?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “Downstairs, I think.”
“Oh.” I look away for a second. “You’ve been working a lot.”
“I have,” she agrees. “It’s a busy time of the year. You know that.”
“I know,” I say. “But still. Are you... okay?”
She smiles softly. “If you’re worried about me, don’t be. I’m fine. I’m the mom, remember?”
“I know you are. I can still worry.”
“Well, stop. I’m okay. Things are just really hectic right now. Your granddad isn’t doing too great.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I want to go see him soon.”
“Okay, you will. But I do need a favor from you.”
I pause, head cocked. “What’s that?”
“I’d like it if you’d stay put for a little while.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I know you’ve been applying to jobs. Looking for things to do. But I’d like it if you put that stuff on hold, at least for a little while.”
My frown deepens. “You know I need to start moving on,” I say.
“I know, honey. And you will. It’s just a bad time.”
“Why?” I ask her.
“Everything I just said. And because I say so.”
I can sense a slight hint of anger behind her words, and I know I won’t get anywhere arguing with her right now. When she gets stubborn, her mind set on something, there’s no changing it.
“I don’t understand,” I say honestly. “I’m just looking for a job.”
“Stay home, sweetie.”
“Are you... grounding me?”
She shakes her head. “There’s just a lot going on. I don’t want to have to worry about you, too.”
“I don’t get it. You don’t have to worry about me.”
Her face changes so suddenly that it physically surprises me. Before, she looked slightly annoyed but still smiling. Suddenly though, she gets angry.
“Sydney,” she says. “Stop being a child. I’m telling you to stay home and lounge around the pool. Is so that hard?”
Her tone is harsh and completely takes me by surprise. I stare at her, shocked and not sure what to say.
“Did you hear me?” she snaps. “You’re just staring at me.”
“I heard you,” I say softly, standing. “Okay. I’ll stay home.”
“Thank you.” She’s short and abrupt.
I turn and leave her room, done talking to her. I head into my own room and softly shut the door behind me.
I sit cross-legged at my desk and idly open my computer, but I can’t concentrate on Facebook.
My mother doesn’t yell at me like that. She’s always supportive and kind and patient with me, even when I don’t really deserve it. I don’t understand why she just snapped, but there must be a reason. Part of me wants to fight her and give her hell, but I’m trying not to be a child.
And I can see the stress in her eyes. It’s pretty obvious to me that something is going on, something more than I know about. Maybe this thing with my uncle is way worse than I realize.
If she’s asking me to stay home for my own protection, that probably means that she’s worried about what my uncle might do to me. That seems totally crazy. I know Uncle Ethan is trying to get control of the company from her, and he’s going after her, but I can’t imagine he’d get violent. I’ve known him my whole life. I know his children and his wife. We used to have Christmases together, all in one house. But now apparently he’s dangerous to me, so much so that my mother is genuinely afraid.
I don’t know what to think or feel. It’s confusing, way too confusing.
I go across the hall and brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Once I’m back in my room, I shut off the light and climb under the covers.
But sleep doesn’t come. I lie in bed, tossing and turning for a few hours, trying to get to sleep, but it’s impossible. I glance at the clock and it’s suddenly one in the morning, but I have no clue how it got so late.
I’m staring at the ceiling, trying to count sheep, when I hear a noise outside my bedroom door. A sudden jolt of fear hits me, hard and deep. I clutch my comforter, not sure what to do.
My door slowly creaks open. I want to scream, but I’m totally paralyzed. A figure enters the door, framed by the weak hall light, and it slips into my room.
The door sh
uts behind him. I sit up, staring, as the shape comes closer.
“You’re awake.”
I let out a breath. It’s Connor, smirking at me in the darkness. “You scared me.”
“Good.” He stops at the foot of my bed. He’s wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of gray boxer briefs and nothing else.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask him, keeping quiet.
“I wanted to see you.”
I bite my lip. “What for?”
“We left something unfinished earlier.”
I feel a thrill run through my body. “My mom is just down the hall.”
“I know.” He smirks and slowly pulls my covers off my body. “Are you afraid?”
“Maybe,” I say.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m your Daddy now. I’ll keep you safe, baby.”
He finishes pulling off my comforter and drops it on the ground. I’m wearing only an old shirt and a pair of boy short panties. He gets onto the bed and slowly moves up toward me, pinning me back down with his hands, holding my wrists onto the bed.
“Please,” I gasp, feeling his hard cock between my legs. “We shouldn’t.”
“What are you so afraid of?” he whisper s in my ear. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” I groan as he kisses my neck. “But if my mom catches us... “
“You’ll be quiet,” he says.
“I don’t know.”
“Let me see.” He releases my right wrist and I feel his hand press down the front of my panties. I gasp as his fingers find my slick pussy. “That’s what I thought. Dripping wet. And here you are, pretending like you don’t want this.”
“Asshole,” I say, but he just grins at me and presses my wrist back down. He holds me there, pressing his cock against my pussy, before kissing me hard.
I kiss him back, not able to stop myself. I know we shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t do this and add to my mom’s stress. If we get caught, she’ll lose it, I just know it. But I can’t stop, don’t want to stop.