I burst through the doors, and what I see assaults my eyes.
A large, semi-circle sofa houses Kane, Larry, and Andrew on one side. I note there is no Michael to be found, but what makes me want to bleach my eyes and has my stomach instantly filling with nausea is Brandon, the new guy, standing on the other end of the sofa, jeans around his ankles as he fucks a butt naked woman wearing only red high heels. Chris is on the sofa, too, his head tilted back, eyes shut as she bends over sucking his cock. At first, they’re all oblivious to me. All laughing as if this is some big fucking joke.
“What the fuck is this?!” I shout, all heads turning towards me, apart from Chris. His head is still very much the same as where I found it, resting back like he’s fast asleep. Brandon just gives me an evil smirk, not giving a shit that I’m here, as he carries on fucking the woman from behind. And she carries on letting him. She’s even still sucking on Chris’s cock.
“Holy fucking shit!” Larry shouts, causing the rest of them to laugh. “Brandon, you’re in for it now.”
“So is Chris when he fucking wakes up,” Andrew shouts, his head lulling to one side, no doubt due to drugs and alcohol.
It’s then it dawns on me. Chris hasn’t reacted to my presence at all. If he realised I was here, this bitch would be off him in a second.
Frowning and my anger at boiling point, I approach the woman hovering over Chris as her head bobs up and down. I grab her hair, pulling her back until she yowls with pain. Chris’s cock is as limp as a Frankfurt sausage. He’s so fucking out of it, he doesn’t even realise this woman’s trying to suck him off.
“You fucking bitch!” I seethe, furious that she’s taking advantage of him when he’s like this, but equally furious that her bright, slut red lipstick is smudged all over Chris’s dick.
She’s about to say something, but I don’t even give her a chance to. My knee raises, immediately meeting her face. A crack sounds, followed by blood gushing from her nose. She goes down, face first into the sofa, hitting Chris’s leg on the way. He doesn’t even flinch.
“Holy fuck, Bri. You’re savage!” Andrew yells, but I fail to acknowledge him, my full attention on Brandon, who despite his sex partner being comatose, is still fucking her.
“Are you kidding me right now?” I growl, waving my hand at the woman he’s still fucking. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
Brandon, picking up his pace, sucks in a breath, closing his eyes before they meet mine. “She went real tight there when you kneed her. Fucking glorious.”
My face screws up with disgust. “You sick motherfucker.”
I hear Kane, Larry, and Andrew laughing behind me, and then Kane says, “That’s Brandon for you.”
It’s like I’ve entered La La Land.
Brandon, who is the latest addition to Chris’s group, is one of the biggest pricks I’ve ever come across. I’ve told Chris a hundred times already that he isn’t to be trusted, but, apparently, he’s quick on the drug runs and knows how to use his fists when necessary.
I step closer, and despite the stench of sex hanging in the air, I stand my ground, sneering in Brandon’s direction. He knows I don’t like him, and I believe it’s quickly becoming a mutual feeling.
“You’re nothing but a low-life, son of a bitch, you know that?”
Brandon, ignoring me still, quickens his pace, closing his eyes. His head lulls back as his hips thrust into the lifeless bitch bleeding all over the sofa next to where Chris is still completely out of it. Brandon pants, grunting before stilling inside her. I turn my head in disgust, but then movement catches my eye. Brandon slips out of her, quickly discarding the bitches bare body face down on the sofa. He tucks his now semi limp dick back in his jeans, zips them up, and smiles at me like the cat that’s got the cream.
“No condom,” I observe before smiling sardonically. “I hope you catch something from this skank and your dick drops off.”
Brandon’s eyes look up in thought before they land back on me. He steps towards me, carefully and calculatingly. “I’m surprised Chris tolerates you, you’re so fucking square. Where did he pick you up from anyway?”
His brow raises like he knows something. My heart beats rapidly in response, and my mouth becomes dry. I’m a family friend with no parents, who quickly became a member of Chris’s family when I was a teen. That’s what we’ve been telling everyone. That’s the story Chris and I made up and have stuck to.
Paranoia sets in, and it’s then I feel like an idiot. This arsehole can’t know anything. None of them do. He’s trying to get a reaction from me because he’s suspicious, and now I’m giving him a reason to be.
Quickly composing myself, I step forward until we’re around four feet apart. He towers over me, his eyes sharp, his focus intent, but I refuse to let him think he intimidates me. “Chris and I are none of your business. You stay focused on yours and keep out of mine. You may think your top dog here, humouring everyone with your manwhore antics, but all you’re showing everyone is what a sad little prick you really are.”
Brandon’s lips thin, his jaw twitching. I’ve hit a nerve. He steps forward, but I don’t step back. This seems to anger him more.
“Bitch, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers.”
“Woah,” Larry shouts, getting up from his seat and pulling Brandon away. “What the fuck’s wrong with you, Brandon? She’s Chris’s girl. You mess with her, you won’t wake up the next morning because you’ll have a fucking bullet in your head.”
Brandon’s jaw is twitching faster now as he breathes heavily from his nose. His eyes narrow on Larry before they focus back on me. He doesn’t say anything, but I can read his silent words loud and clear.
He hates me.
He wishes me harm.
But as Larry says, I’m Chris’s girl. Everyone knows I’m Chris’s girl. That’s why I’m untouchable.
“What the fuck’s going on in here?” a familiar voice asks behind me. I turn, finding Michael taking in the scene in front of him, his brow furrowing in both annoyance and confusion.
That makes two of us.
“Where have you been?” I ask, forcing myself not to cross my arms in irritation. “I came in here to find this bitch trying to suck an unconscious Chris off while this arsehole,” I say, pointing a finger at Brandon, “was fucking her from behind.”
Michael fixes his glare on Brandon, shaking his head. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?” His attention quickly turns to me. “Sorry, Bri. I didn’t know. I had some business to take care of outside.”
Business meaning drugs, no doubt, but I don’t question him. I really don’t want to know. Chris doesn’t hide the fact that he deals in drugs, guns, and pretty much anything that makes him money, but he at least tries his best to keep me out of it. Well, apart from when he uses me to hide the nightmares that live in his head. They’ve been an ongoing problem since the moment he moved in with me.
They’re part of the reason I’m here now.
“Whatever,” I snap, annoyance still bubbling in my belly. “Can you help me take him to the car?”
“Of course,” Michael responds, snapping his finger at Kane. “Help me with Chris.”