Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Alec nodded his head. "Okay, are you ready?"
I shrugged my shoulders and said, "As ready as I'll ever be."
"Remember when I told you my mother loved her materialistic things and my dad was only fond of us for our use in his business?" Alec asked me.
I nodded my head. "Yeah."
"Well, that business was a business my dad ran with Marco."
Whoa.
"Your da is like Marco?" I asked.
"Was," Alec murmured. "My mom and dad were exactly like Marco, but they got too greedy on a deal and tried to double cross Marco. He knew all about it and killed them both."
Holy Christ!
I covered my mouth with my hand. "I'm so sorry."
Alec shrugged. "It is what it is. I didn't exactly like them, but they were my parents... you know?"
"Of course, I'd question your mental state if you didn't feel something when they... when they died."
Alec swallowed. "I was a little sad about it, not to the point where I cried, but it still brought me down. Damien took it the worst. My little bro always thought our mom and dad would change their ways one day and love us like parents should... It took him a few years after their murders to realise they were the same people in death that they were in life... scum."
Fuck me.
"So what happened afterwards... with Marco?"
Alec licked his lips. "Well, we were a part of the business at that point. Me, Kane, and Ryder at least. Before everything went down we did petty things like small drug runs, weapon runs, and watch duty at the compound we lived in. We all hated it and only did it because we couldn't leave."
I frowned. "Why couldn't you leave? You were old enough to branch out on your own, right?"
"Yes, we were. Me, Kane, and Ryder at least. I was twenty-two when my parents were killed, Kane was twenty, and Ryder was the eldest at twenty-five. "
"So you were old enough to leave... why stay?"
"Because the twins were fifteen at the time of my parents murders. They were even younger when we all started working with dad and Marco. The three of us could have easily left because we were adults, but we didn't because we wouldn't leave without the twins. It wasn't an option, it was never even brought up or thought of. We knew we just had to keep our heads down and work until the twins were older so we could take them and leave. We had a plan to move out of New York after the murders. We wanted out, but something happened with the twins that kept us in New York... kept us tied to Marco."
I had a feeling I wasn't going to like whatever the 'something' was.
"What was it? What happened with the twins?"
Alec sighed. "They got in an... altercation with Marco's nephew Trent over Damien's girlfriend Nala. Things were said, punches were thrown... it was typical kids fighting it out until... until a gun was brought into the mix."
I gasped. "Who had the gun?"
"Trent. According to Dominic, Trent was going to kill Damien and would have if Nala hadn't jumped on Trent and knock the gun out of his hand."
I shook my head in astonishment.
"You still with me over there?" Alec asked.
I nodded my head. "Yeah, I feel like I'm in some sort of crazy mobster film, but I'm with you. What happened to the gun after Nala knocked it away from Trent?"
Alec frowned. "It somehow ended up in Damien's hand. Understand that this was right after my parents were murdered, everything was very fresh and raw and Damien was a wreck. All it took for Damien to shoot Trent was one insult from him directed at my father."
I flung both of my hands over my mouth. "Omigod."
Alec nodded. "Yeah."
Damien shot somebody?
"Did Trent live?"
Alec's brow creased. "We thought he died, I mean, Marco... that bastard told us he died."
I was confused.
"Wait... so Trent didn't die, but you were told he died... why?"
Alec laughed. "That's the question of the hour."
I patiently waited for Alec to continue to speak.
"Marco helped my dad groom us for getting neck deep in the business one day. All our lives we were brought up around violence, sex, drugs, and numerous crimes. While kids our ages went to school and tried to talk to girls, we were homeschooled and fucking our tutors."
I widened my eyes.
"How old were you when..."
"When I lost my virginity?" Alec finished my unanswered question.
I nodded my head.
He scratched his chin and said. "I was the same age as Dominic and Damien I think, I was either thirteen or fourteen. I wasn't any good at it until I turned sixteen and actually had a decent sized cock. It was tricky, I had to learn how to hold back instead of ejaculating early when I got excited otherwise my partners would smack me. The women in the compound taught me and my brothers how to please women from an early age. Thanks to them, each of us strongly believe in a woman coming first, and last. I was apparently very good... and that opened me up to a whole new world with a lot of... variety."
I grimaced. "Ew."
Alec laughed. "I know... sorry."
I shivered. "You lost your virginity nearly a whole decade ahead of me. Wow."
Alec smiled and playfully clocked my chin. "My experience will only mean a better time for you."
My face flushed but I quickly refocused. "Okay, back to your story. Why were you told Trent died when he didn't?"
Alec lightly gnawed on the inside of his cheek. "We were told that to keep us in dark. If we knew Trent was alive, Marco wouldn't have had the hold he did over Damien's head. We could have left."
"Wait, wait, wait. Are you sayin' Marco pretended his nephew was murdered by Damien just so he could make you and your brothers do something for him?"
Alec looked down and nodded.
"That sick son of a bitch! What did he make you do?"
Alec kept his eyes downcast. "He made me an escort."