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CHAPTER16
Nixon
CHRISTMAS BREAK
“Dad,”I say, looking over the snow-covered hill at our holiday homes. Four homes face each other, a giant fire pit in the middle. The whole damn pack of heirs. “This is ruining my life. How much longer?”
He sighs, sitting down beside me. “Not too much. She’ll show her true colors soon. We’re so close, son.”
“I can’t take it anymore. I’m losing the love of my life over this bullshit. I want to crawl out of my skin every time I touch Holly. Do you know how hard it is to pretend to be into someone and fuck them when you want to fucking rip your eyeballs out and pour acid on your skin to get their smell off of you?”I shudder. “It wasn’t always like that. At first, I did like her, until I found the evidence of what she was doing.”
“Tell you what. Your mom and I will go to the McKnights’ cabin, let all you kids have this one. You can tell Monroe what’s going on, but no one else. Nixon, I mean it.” I pull my dad into a bear hug, thanking him.
Fuck, this family is fucked, but I couldn’t have wished for a better one.
* * *
“No!” Monroe yells at me as I throw her clothes and belongings in a suitcase.
“Yes, ma fille. Get your ass ready!” So maybe I love her, but I’m having a daydream of strangling her as my dick pounds into her from behind. Maybe I should gag her pretty mouth so I can’t hear her.
Yeah. That sounds nice.
She sits on her bed, arms folded, glaring at me. I tsk. She huffs. I stomp my foot because, well, now it's a game. She grunts. I growl. She throws her hands up, fed up with my shit. I throw her ass over my shoulder, done waiting. She bites my back and I slap her ass. “See, baby girl. Every time you retaliate, I retaliate.”
“What the hell are you doing with my daughter?” Brylan asks.
I should be met with a glare, instead, he’s hiding a smile. “Well, sir, she was being difficult, and I have things to be doing. So, I’m just making it easier on myself.” Brylan chuckles.
“Uh, hello, Daddy. Help me!” Monroe whines.
He bites into an apple. “Nah, I don’t think I will. I want to do very bad things to your mothe—”
“Nixon, go. Please, for the love of God, take me,” Monroe begs.
“That’s what she said.” I smile, walking out.
She smacks my back, and I bite her ass, hard. Need to leave my fucking mark anyway. I make my way into our cabin. Everyone else is drinking and having a good time. I trot up the stairs, swinging my bedroom door open. When I put her down, she frowns. “I’m not sleeping here,” she tells me, matter of fact.
“You are.”
“I’m not—”
I cut her off, crashing my lips to hers. “Shut up,” I growl into her mouth, gripping her hair in my hands and tilting her head back for better access.
My fucking obsession.
My life.
My girl.
My future wife.
“I fucking missed you, ma fille,” I groan, biting her bottom lip.
“And I fucking hate you,” she moans into my mouth.
I grip her thighs, wrapping her legs around my back, crashing us into the wall. “Show me how much you hate me, baby girl,” I whisper into her lips.
