liquid shooting all over my hand and stomach.
I still want her. I need her so goddamn bad, it hurts. I want it to be me making her fall apart like that, but I know she will never love me the way I love her. She hates me. I see it in her eyes every time I look at her. Do I blame her? Fuck, no. I’m everything she thinks I am. I am fucked up, a killer, and an asshole.
I hate myself for all the pain I have caused her.
When I first met Tina and found out about my brother and mother, I wanted to jump in my truck and leave the shit life I had lived behind me. Yeah, I had drugs, booze, and women willing and ready to suck my cock, or let me fuck them any way I wanted, as much as I wanted. But the moment Tina showed me a picture of her daughter, I couldn’t think straight anymore. I became obsessed with her beauty and grace. I stalked her, claimed her in my mind every time I saw her, never once caring that she was married to my twin brother. I wanted her to be mine.
She looks so much like her mother that every time I fuck Tina, in my mind, it’s Clove. Always Clove. She may look like her mother, but she is nothing like her. Clove’s beauty is soul deep. She’s loving, caring, and puts others before herself. If anyone were to ask me the definition of love, it would be her. I never knew what it was until I first laid my eyes on her. I envied the way her face would light up every damn time she would look at Turner, or the way she would look at her father and brother. I understand now why Clove let me do everything I wanted to do to her. It was out of love, the love she had for my brother.
“Trent.”
Jesus Christ. The sound of that wicked cunt’s voice calling me from the other side of the door makes my still hard dick deflate in an instant. This bitch has got to go.
Grabbing the box of tissue off of the desk, I wipe my come off of my hand and stomach, then toss the tissue into the garbage can. I right my jeans and t-shirt before shutting down my computer.
This bitch is sucking the life out of me. She’s more obsessed with me and my dick than I am with Clove. I’m far from dumb, though. This heartless woman who I have to sleep with every night will be the one to die. Not her daughter.
For almost a year now, I have been able to convince her I am in this office trying to come up with a detailed plan to get our hands on the twenty million dollars, but guess what? The money doesn’t even exist anymore. It’s been donated to a women’s shelter in Atlanta. Twenty motherfucking million dollars, money that I could have had. Money that would have lasted Clove and me ten lifetimes.
Clove had other plans, though. She tried to kill herself. Seeing her plunge the end of that hanger into her chest dropped me to my knees. She has no idea I was in the middle of trying to call 911 when Tina came barging through the door.
Tina wanted me to leave her daughter at first. Leave her to die. I couldn’t. Not when I picked up her limp, lifeless arm and felt a faint pulse. That was when the tables turned and I demanded Tina get Caleb here. I didn’t give two wild fucks if I spent the rest of my life in prison or not; I had to save her.
It was the first time I had ever screamed, yelled at, or threatened Tina. I should have killed the worthless bitch, pulled her blackened heart clean out of her chest. Burned that house down with her and my no good dad inside, taken Clove, and run. That was my plan all along, until Clove decided she couldn’t live her life without Turner. Son of a motherfucker, the shit keeps piling up deeper and deeper.
Now here we are, stuck in this monstrosity of a house in upstate Mississippi with the cops looking for my ass while she comes and goes as she pleases. Clove isn’t the only one trapped inside this damn place. I am, too.
Tina strolls in.
“Trent. What the hell are you doing in here?”
God, the sight