I have been raised to do good.
To only do good. To not lie, steal, or fight when I can avoid it.
I have also been taught to believe in justice.
For me, justice comes in different shades, but only on the right or wrong side of the universe.
What I mean is, for some snooty rich kid who does homophobic things like Gorilla glue dildos to my cousin’s locker door, it is justice to beat the shit out of him with one of them and teach him what he has done wrong.
I’m not like Uncle Jonah.
I don’t think law and order comes through every time. We live in the real world where the system fails. I mean, look at Brock Turner.
Caught in the middle of raping a girl by three men and still only got three months.
Is that justice? No.
I can tell you it’s not.
Sometimes justice should go into the hands of those affected.
For me, I have three rules to live by.
That is my law and order, and it is in no way a what if. For me, this is my justice system and my moral sense.
Don’t mess with my family.
Don’t touch my stuff.
Don’t fuck with me.
That’s it.
The men in blue can have the rest.
Mathias Barns made a knowing decision to kill a mother of four and refused to see the cold, hard facts.
Not only did he take Nina from my boys, but he did so by hurting them, in front of my Angel and ruining Lucien.
Now, ten years have passed and he has to pay for it.
He messed with my family.
He touched my stuff.
He broke rule one and rule two, which, as we all know, automatically breaks rule three.
He pays for taking Nina’s life by giving his own. That’s the verdict.
That is my ruling.
I have been the jury, I have been the judge, and now I’m the executioner.
No one hurts my family and gets away with it. No one.
Nina was family.
Not just because I’m with Damon now, but she was like a sister to my mother, and it is in her name I fight for justice today.
I clear her name.
I bring peace to her first family.
I avenge her best friend.
I bring her closer to her secondary mother.
To her stepbrother.
I bring this horrid story to an end by becoming a part of the plotline.
“One second, daddy, I need to get my phone.”
I bring our interlocked hands up and kiss the back of it as I play all coy outside the bar. My eyes stalling on his, which he replies to with a lick to his lips.
I walk in the bar. Trevor is by my phone nursing his Budweiser.
“Hi Trevor, we should hang out sometime,” I add as I unplug my phone and wrap the charger up in my hand. Trevor is all too eager to agree and so is the guy next to him.
I give them a blow of a kiss goodbye and lean into Mathias to show he has my attention.
His eyes are glued to me. I can see his hard-on through his pants. I know he thinks I’m taking him to pound town.
Taking him to the shaggin’ wagon.
He thinks I’m going to ride his brakes off, but really, no fucking way is this man getting inside of me.
His arm locked around my hips as he leads me out of the compound and through the gates.
I put my arm around him and loop a finger through the slot of his belt buckle. Acting as if I can’t wait to get it off and feel him up.
He keeps taking the bait. Like I knew he would. His dirty talk does nothing in comparison to my Angel.
“You’re so tall, daddy, I think I’ll have to pop the hatch for you to fit.” I fake a schoolgirl giggle and show a bite to my bottom lip as we walk around the hood of my car.
The phone is tossed through the window with me sneakily hitting redial on the “tow truck.”
Giving my second sign of, “I have him in the car,” to Grave and Dane.
The no-touch sensor is activated with the swipe of my foot under the lower panel.
Mathias’s hands on my ass, he has me picked up and straddling him in no time flat. His tongue down my throat, I roll my hips and grind on his hard-on.
He walks us back until he sits on the flooring of my trunk space.
Dude is tall, I would say six foot three at least.
My legs spread. I kiss him softly. Giving him control as he eats my face off. Dude is trying to suck my tongue from my skull. He is not a great kisser but I let it keep going.
“They won’t be able to see us back here with the cameras, right daddy? No show to put on?”
I doubt it, but I need to double-check.
“No, baby girl, not here. The front, sure, but here, it’s just you and daddy.”
Mathias hands a harsh grip on my ass and pinches it with his nails. I don’t like it, but I only have a little more to go.
“Tell me baby, how much real cock have you had?”
“Just one, daddy.” I turn my head and make my eyes go all puppy dog-like.
This makes him happy—sexist pig.
His lips turn up at the corners and the scar on his face deepens.
“Some high school boy, baby girl?”
I nod again.
“You’ve never been with a man, baby.”
Damon is going to lose his mind when I tell him this. He will probably tattoo his name all over my body like some shitty crossword puzzle.
As for my center slit?
I can see it now.
The thought makes me wet and a real moan rolls off my tongue. Mathias goes a little wild, pawing at my ass and hiking the leg holes far too high so he can feel my ass better.
“I want you so bad, daddy." My head tossed back, my braids laid down my back.
I need to play this part as well as I can. I've seen enough porn to know what I'm doing but I also have to keep my safety in mind. Lame, I know.
I can't let him try to take charge and flip us around.
With him lying on his back, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out how to give a lap dance from this angle. With his hands on my hips, he lets me pop up before I add a little razzle dazzle on my way down.
I crawl up his body, feeling everything he has to offer.
“That’s it, baby girl. Just like that, good girl.”
“You’re so big, daddy,” I fake a fawning gush to appease him. Using his rolling high to distract him as I crawl further and further down his body.
Man, I really should look into becoming a porn star.
I could make a hell of a lot of money for the club.
I move out of the trunk space and shift to my feet.
“Such a good girl for daddy,” he praises me.
I smile and let my fingers grip his knees while I swish my hips.
It feels like I'm running out of time. I can feel it in my chest, my heart hammering fast.
This is all going as planned.
I just need to stomach this shit for a few minutes longer.
Don’t give up on me yet, Angel.
