Triton

by Erin Trejo

  “Hey! What’s your name?”

  “Saylor.”

  “Thank you, Saylor. For the talk and the food.”

  Nodding my head, I smile and head back toward the counter when I see him. I swallow hard and walk around, stopping in front of him.

  “What can I do for you, Marshall?”

  I hate the sight of this douche. Marshall is an asshole that represents a few of the other surfer girls. He’s shady as fuck and I don’t trust him.

  His head comes up, his eyes meeting mine.

  “How are you today, Saylor?”

  “Cut the shit. What do you want?” I hiss, looking around to see if Ben is anywhere in hearing distance. I don’t like this fucker and he knows it.

  “You know what I want. The tournament is coming up soon.” Shaking my head, I start to walk away but he grabs my wrist, halting me in my tracks. My nerves fire off and the thought of stabbing him with his fork flash behind my eyes. “Don’t leave so soon.”

  “Just spit it out, Marshall,” I growl.

  “Marsha needs this one. I’m offering you two thousand to blow the first set.” I huff out a breath and jerk my arm, but Marshall holds tighter. “I mean it, Saylor!”

  “I don’t give a shit, Marshall. I’m not blowing my set for Marsha. She can practice just as much as the rest of us do.”

  “Do we have a problem here?” Ben picks the perfect time to walk up next to me. I glance between the two of them as they have a heated stare down.

  “I think we’re done here, aren’t we, Marshall?” I grit my teeth until my jaw hurts, but he reluctantly releases my wrist.

  “For now we are,” he snaps.

  “Stay the fuck out of my restaurant, Marshall. You have no business here,” Ben tells him, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Marshall is a prick who is always looking out for only himself. He represents a few of the other female surfers at these competitions, but he also knows that I always place and place above of his girls. He’s tried to buy me off more times than I can count.

  “I’ll see you around, Saylor.”

  Flipping him off, I watch as he leaves before Ben grabs me and spins me to face him.

  “What the hell did he say to you?”

  “Same thing, Ben. He wants me to blow my set for Marsha.”

  “Tell me you said no.”

  “Like every other time. This is my life. I’m a surfer. If I didn’t have that, I’d have nothing, and I’m not going to let some little prick like Marshall mess that up for me. Have a little faith, boss,” I tease him with that last part. Just as I’m about to laugh the door flies open and a man, a very large man, comes stomping in. His eyes dart around the room before locking on Piper.

  “Don’t you dare,” Ben warns, making me laugh. I raise an eyebrow and smirk.

  “Try and stop me.”

  Chapter 4

  Triton

  I spot her in the corner eating a burger. When she sees me, she drops it to the plate, crossing her arms over her chest. I stalk over toward her with my arms crossed much like hers are.

  “What the hell are you doin’?”

  “I’m eating. What’s it look like?” she smarts off.

  “What’d you do? Steal that shit, too?” I ask, nodding toward the food. It wouldn’t be the first time she’s done it just to be an asshole.

  “No, as a matter of fact, she didn’t. I bought it for her.”

  I hear a small female voice coming from behind me. I turn and come face-to-face with a green eyed, blonde haired beauty. She’s fucking sexy as hell with her hair piled up in a messy bun on top of her head. I also like the fact that she’s not short. She stands at least five eight, but still, she’s small compared to my six three.

  “And who the hell are you?”

  “I work here, asshole. Now I’d suggest you get the hell out of this restaurant before I get mad.”

  Watching her cross her arms over her chest, draws my eyes to her tits. Pushing up over the top of her little t-shirt, I can’t help but stare until she snaps her fingers and says, “Get your eyes off my tits, douchebag.”

  I slowly drag my gaze back to hers and smirk. “Stop shovin’ them up in my face, princess.” Her cheeks redden at the name I called her, but it quickly fades when Piper stands up and comes to stand next to us.

  “Leave her alone, Triton. She’s been nice to me.”

  “Good for her. Let’s go,” I huff, pulling my wallet out and throwing some cash on the table.

  “I don’t want your money, asshole, and you aren’t taking her anywhere!” the girl snaps, stepping in between the two of us. I’d say this is amusing but Piper needs to get her ass to school and I have work to do.

  “We don’t take handouts, don’t need ‘em, and I’m pretty sure I am takin’ my sister outta here and to school,” I growl, causing Piper to jolt. Despite my words, the fiery little girl standing in between us holds her head high and stares back at me.

  “So you’re the asshole that makes her cry damn near every day. You should be so proud of yourself,” she states as her nostrils flare.

  Fuck me, I think I like watching this little girl get all heated. I lower my arms and take a step into her space, closing all the distance between us.

  “You’re cute as hell when you’re pissed, darlin’ but what happens between us-” I point from myself to Piper before I begin again “-isn’t your goddamn concern. Now take your pretty little ass back behind the counter.” I watch her ball her hands at her sides and it makes my cock hard watching her like that. There is something about her that is pressing my buttons. I grab Piper’s wrist and pull her around the girl who stands here having a pissing match with me and toward the door.

  “Asshole.” I hear her call out from behind us. I glance over my shoulder and smirk at her, but when her eyes narrow on me, the thought of bending her over and making her obey me flashes in my mind. I blow her a kiss and pull Piper out the front door before spinning her to face me.

  “What the hell was that?” I yell, pointing at the window of the restaurant. Piper rolls her eyes just because she knows it fucking drives me insane.

  “She was nice to me unlike you.”

  Blowing out a breath, I run my hand over my face trying to calm myself and get my thoughts under control. Her words sting but I also know that I’m doing the best I can with her.

  “You can’t keep missin’ school, Piper,” I say, sounding a little calmer than I was and hoping that will help her understand where I’m coming from.

  “I know, I was going. I just needed a minute,” she says, sounding a little defeated.

  I roll my shoulders back and crack my neck from side to side trying to release some of the tension I’m feeling.

  “Look, P. I’m tryin’ the best I can. I got a shit run tomorrow night, but I need to know that you’re gonna listen to the girls at the clubhouse.” I sound like a bitch. I should just tell her she’s listening or else but that hasn’t gotten me far in the past.

  “Yes, sir. I’ll obey the whores,” she smarts off and starts walking toward the truck. I knew I wouldn’t get her on the bike; she’s been hell bent on not riding it since she came to stay with me. I follow behind her and climb in the driver seat, taking off toward the school.

  “What was with the girl back there?” I ask wondering how long Piper has actually known her.

  “What about her?”

  “How long you known her?”

  “Today.”

  “She said you cry a lot, that don’t sound like just today,” I tell her.

  “It’s usually the older lady who sits with me. It’s nothing for you to be concerned with.”

  I don’t ask her any more questions, letting her sit in silence the rest of the way to the school. I do make a mental note to go back and talk to that little hellion about what Piper might have said to her. I don’t need any other goddamn problems right now. Piper got out of the truck without a word or looking back over at me. Not that I expected her to. Now that
she’s where she’s supposed to be, I set out on my day. The ride back to the warehouse is full of thoughts about Piper. She has an attitude that seems to mimic my own some days. I don’t know how to counter that when she’s just a smaller version of me. Needing to talk to Reg about a few things, I pull up at the warehouse; I climb out of the truck and saunter toward the door. As I step in, I gasp.

  “Goddamn,” I grumble as I look around at all the half-naked women cutting coke in the middle of the room. My eyes scan the girls and their asses.

  “You like?” Reg steps up next to me, slapping a hand on my shoulder.

  “Goddamn right I do. That is somethin’ I could get used to lookin’ at.” Reg chuckles and leads me toward the table. I watch as he runs his hand over the ass of the nearest girl, giving it a slap. She grins over her shoulder but gets back to work.

  “Pure shit from Columbia. Should be what you’re picking up tomorrow,” he informs me.

  “No shit?” I ask as he passes me a rolled up twenty and a small line. I lean down and snort it up my nose before shaking my head.

  “You’ll love that shit, Triton. Come on, let’s talk business.”

  I follow along to the back of the warehouse and into a small office. I’m shocked as hell when I see two naked women climbing around on the couch.

  “Take your pick. It’s all free,” Reg tells me as I eye the girls. Goddamn, a motherfucker could get used to this. I grin and sit on the couch in the middle of the two. Both of them are high out of their goddamn minds but sexy as fuck. One kisses on my neck as the other starts to undo my jeans.

  “You want it all cut this round, just like last time?” I nod my head once but with this girl grabbing on my cock, I’m a little out of it. The drugs rush my system and make me horny as hell.

  “Yeah. Prez wants thirty percent to go up north but Rich, one of our guys, will pick up when you got it all ready,” I tell him through a hiss. The little red head has my cock pulled out, licking and sucking the tip.

  “That’s not a problem. How the fuck is Neo these days?” Reg asks, sitting back and watching the scene as it unfolds. Red pulls my cock from her mouth and grabs a condom, rolling it down my length as the little brown-haired girl works at my neck.

  “He’s good. Still doin’ the construction shit with Blade. Fuck!” I groan when Red slides down my length, rolling her hips while she fingers the brown haired girl.

  “No shit? Thought he’d get out of that once he got into the coke game.”

  I shake my head no as Red grabs my hands and brings them to her tits before moving hers back to the brown-haired girl.

  “Fuck me,” I growl, pulling and tugging at her nipples.

  “Josey! Get over here and suck my dick,” Reg yells and watches as the brown-hair girl climbs off the couch.

  I focus my eyes instead on Red as she fucks me hard. Grabbing her hips, I force her to take me harder, raising my hips to pump into her. Thrust after thrust, I fuck this girl as the high courses through my veins. Her lips come to meet mine, and I can’t stop myself from biting into her lip and making her moan. I fucking love hearing a woman moan and groan as I fill her pussy. Slipping my hand between the two of us, I toy with her clit until I feel her clamp around me and let go of her release. I thrust into her a few more times before I come behind her. When we’re both breathless and spent, she climbs off me and takes the condom with her. I watch as her friend follows behind her. Fuck, what just happened here?

  “I think I’m gonna like doin’ business with you, Reg.”

  Reg chuckles and shoves out of his chair, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “Different girl every time you come. Perks of the job, man.” Extending his hand, I shove out of my chair and reach for it.

  “Sounds like a plan to me.”

  Chapter 5

  Saylor

  I pick at my salad, trying not to make eye contact with my dad, Debbie, or her overly obnoxious daughter, Becky. She’s around my age but she is nothing like me. She’s one of those uptight, shopaholic kind of girls. Thank God Trinity is here with me.

  “Saylor, are you listening?” my dad snaps, pulling me out of my distraction.

  “Sorry, what was that?” All eyes are on me as I respond. Trinity giggles next to me, but all I can do is roll my eyes.

  “I said, maybe you could teach Becky how to surf one day.” My mouth hangs open and Trinity laughs louder. I want to smack the shit out of her but I figure I could play along just as well as the rest of them.

  “Or, Trin could teach her how to suck a dick like a porn star.”

  Debbie, Becky, and dad all gasp. Dad scoots his chair back and stands, throwing his napkin onto the table in front of him.

  “I asked you here to have a nice family dinner, and you and your dirty mouth have to ruin it!” His snapping in front of everyone isn’t a surprise to any of us. He’s always had a short temper but its his eyes moving to Trinity that causes her to shift in her seat.

  “The only one with a dirty mouth is Trinity from all the dick she sucks! You asked me to come, I showed up. I never said I was going to kiss their asses, Dad!”

  Trinity shoves out of her chair and rushes from the room, again, not a surprise. My mouth usually pisses Trinity off or hurts her feelings. I should work on that.

  “I thought I raised you better than this, Saylor. Your mother-”

  “Is dead and has been for a long time. We don’t need to rehash how that was all my fault again, do we?” I ask angrily.

  His eyes nearly bulge out of his head like a fucking cartoon character. Debby and Becky just sit there silently like the good little girls they are while me and my dad end the night as usual. Dad presses his fingers into his eyes before blowing out a breath. When he finally lowers his hands, I can see the disappointment in his eyes. If I was any less of a woman, I’d let it bother me, but I’m not. I’ve always been like this and I don’t plan on changing. I don’t need him, his money, or his new family.

  “When is this going to end?”

  “What end?”

  “This hatred toward me,” he says with his arms hanging at his sides. I’m sure my mouth is nearly hanging to the floor.

  “The hatred toward you? You blame me for mom’s death, you have my whole life. How is that hatred toward you?” The disgust in my tone should be enough to get him to stop, but he doesn’t. He keeps going.

  “Everything has always had to be your way, Saylor! My life has been spent trying to raise you and Trinity the best way I can!”

  “The best way you can? Are you fucking kidding me? You basically drove Trin to be a whore! You told her about our mom more than once, and as far as me? What the hell have you done for me aside from making me feel useless and weak?” I can feel the tears prick the back of my eyes, but I refuse to let him see them fall. He doesn’t deserve that right.

  “Let’s all settle down. We were having a good dinner.”

  My eyes shoot to Debby’s as I shake my head. “No. You want him as your husband? You can have him. I don’t need this shit. I don’t need him, you, or your family.” Spinning on my heel, I head for the front door. I knew this shit was going to happen, but I came anyway for Trinity. We might not always get along, but she’s still my half-sister. As I jog down the steps I hear her. It breaks my heart and I feel like a bitch for talking about her the way I did. I follow the sounds of her cries until I see her sitting on the bench near the water. I walk over and sit next to her, grabbing her hand.

  “I’m sorry I’m such a bitch,” I say softly.

  Trin sniffles and looks over, her big brown eyes so full of tears. “I get it. We’re different. He doesn’t make it any easier.”

  Sighing, I squeeze her hand harder. “No, but neither do I. How have you been?”

  “I’m good. The guys are having a party for my birthday next week. Will you come?”

  How the hell do I say no after what I said about her?

  “Of course, I will. Just text me where and when,” I tell her sweetly.

&n
bsp; “You still like being there?” I ask her, turning to face her. Her long blonde hair is hanging around her shoulders, her big brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight. She’s beautiful.

  “Yeah. They guys are good to me, Saylor. I know you think it’s all bad, but it really isn’t. If I don’t want to do something, they don’t force me,” she tells me, and again, my fucking heart breaks for her.

  “You’re not your mom, Trinity. You don’t have to be. You are better than that and you know it.”

  “Saylor, I like who I am. It doesn’t matter what I do for a living. It makes me feel special and I know that’s hard to understand, but it does. It doesn’t matter what Dad thinks, either. I’m just being me.”

  I reach out and wrap my arm around her shoulder, pulling her into me for a side hug. Trinity is her own person and I’ve always admired that about her. She finds her own happiness and embraces it.

  “I get it, Trin but I just want you to know that I love you.”

  “I love you too, Saylor.”

  “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

  Standing from the bench, I grab Trin’s hand and pull her along with me. At least one good thing came out of this night. As we walk to my truck, I let everything settle inside of me. Trinity wasn’t destined for the life she lives, but who am I to tell her different? I’m barely holding my own life together as it is. We hop in the truck and I pull out of the driveway and out onto the freeway.

  “Have you been surfing lately?” I ask, glancing over at her.

  “No. Not in a long time.”

  “You want to go with me one morning?” Trin shifts in her seat turning to look at me as I drive.

  “I’d love to. Are you still training for the competition?” Trin was always excited to watch me surf at contests. In fact, she was the main one sitting on the shore cheering me on.

  “Yeah. It’s coming up soon but ...”

  “What? But what, Saylor? Is that fucker giving you problems again? I swear to God, I will have the guys handle him.”

  God, this is one of the times I really love my sister.

  “Marshall stopped by the restaurant and Ben ran him off. He’s just being Marshall.”