Sicko

by Amo Jones

When he opens the door, my eyes find Wicked.

“You’re lying. He knows it, but thinks he doesn’t care right now, but Jade, when he finds out whatever it is that you’re hiding, it’s going to be catastrophic, so do me a favor.”

I’m addicted to Royce Kane, and if you try to lock me in a rehab clinic, I’ll only find my way back to him. You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.

“I’m about to fuck you on this floor if you don’t watch that mouth, Duchess, don’t try to act like you don’t know I’ve wanted into that pussy since we were kids.”

“I know who you are, baby girl.”

“I think everyone here knows who you are now, and it has nothing to do with the sexy little getup you’re dressed in and everything to do with the notoriously unattainable and stuck up prick Sicko, hovering over you like a starved wolf. I’m Karli.”

“You really didn’t think that was going to happen?” Wicked asks under his breath. “He said he doesn’t give a shit about me anymore, so no, I didn’t think that would happen.” “For someone apparently so smart, you’re sure dumb as fuck,” Wicked growls, following Royce into the garage.

“What is she to him anyway?” Wicked chuckles. “She’s just one of the many girls Royce keeps around to fuck him until he can’t see straight. That’s all.”

Just when I think he’s going to pull away from me, he flips me onto my back until I’m lying spread eagle over the seats, and sinks between my legs, his mouth never leaving mine. His tongue explores my mouth, flicking, rubbing, and massaging over mine. Wicked must crank the music up even more to cut us out as he picks up the speed.

That’s what Jade is to me. She’s a walking, talking, fucking witch that is everything my soul wants and craves. My body craves her, but my soul fucking needs her. Having her lips on mine was every fucking thing I thought it would be, and that’s what pisses me off the most.

“All I’m saying is that the three of you are pretty fucking secretive as to why you’re all to stay away from her. I’m just curious as to why.”

“Because she has to stay away from all of us. It was part of the deal.” His face pales. “Yeah, I get it now.” “Good.”

“Remember when you were four-years-old and you’d cry every night. You weren’t sure why, but you did. So I’d sneak into your room and let you sleep on my chest.”

“It was the only way you could get to sleep for two fucking years. Tired the shit out of me, but it was my most favorite part of being your brother.” “What’s your point, Roy?”

“My point is how do I go from that to wanting to bend you over this couch and fuck you until you fucking scream. Hmmm?”

“Maybe he’s testing us by using bait this time instead of each other.” My mouth snaps closed. I don’t want to reopen that wound and double the healing time. I glare at him. “I’m pretty sure he made it clear the first time.”

I gasp, my eyes furious. “What the fuck!” He pulls off the bandana that’s around his face and my world stops. My stomach falls to the ground and solidifies at my feet. “What the fuck are you doing here, Duchess?”

“Shiiit,” one of the others murmur, removing his bandana. I still. “Orson!” Orson shakes his head, running his hands over his mouth. “‘Sup, Duchess.”

“Do I need to slide my cock between these lips to remind them that bad things can come out of them?”

“Or maybe I just need to fill your cunt with my cock and fuck you so hard that your secrets beg to run from me.”

I’m genuinely afraid of what James might do to me now that he knows I know that Royce is in here. Did he know that this was Royce?

Jade is fight bait for me. You hang her sexy ass up in front of me and I’ll kill anyone who dares come near her.

“Because there’s no do I want her or does she want me.” I drag a puff of my cigarette until smoke drifts out of my nostrils. “There’s just her and I and no one else.”

“What’d you do when she was in high school with all her boyfriends then? Damn,” Khaos mutters. “Fuck, Sick, you’re psycho over her.” Silence. “It’s cute that you think I allowed that.”

“Duchess, we’re supposed to be siblings…” I roll my tongue over the cut line of his sharp jaw and over the tattoos that decorate it. “Mmm,

but siblings don’t know what each other tastes like.”

“I’ll just have to fuck you hard enough to engrave the hard edges of my cock deep inside your cunt.”

“You’re going to tell me who that man is, Duchess, and I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who he just fucked with.”

“I fucked up,” I say to Wicked as soon as he pulls in behind me at the clubhouse. “You fucked her again.” It wasn’t a question, it was a confirmation. “Yeah, and what’s worse?” I add, smirking at him while pushing my keys into my pocket. “Is that I’m not letting her leave now.”

“Say any other man is hot, and I’ll shove my cock so far down your pretty little throat that you’ll be eating through a straw for the next month.”

“The Royce you knew isn’t the Royce that you’re about to know. I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life just to prove a point, Duchess.”

“Do you know how much I want to fucking kill you right now? All these years I could have had my mouth on this pussy, and you deprived me of that.”

“I’m going to fuck you hard and fast here, and then later, you’re going to wish I was still fucking you how I’m about to.”

She makes me vulnerable. I know that. I was aware of the effect she would have on me since the day I first saw her as a baby, but now, this, the growing fear that I have buried in my gut, it’s all only intensifying.

“They fucked us on our turf, now they’re all going to fucking die. Go in there and handle your woman, and fucking mine while you’re at it,”

“It’s fucking her.” He buries his hands into his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. “I should have known,” he croaks.

“She was in my den.” I still, blood turning cold. “You got the wrong one. This is about me. Diamond took her because of me.” Wicked shakes his head firmly, his demeanor softening. I know he’s not fucking around. “She was in my den. After you all left.”

The first, and most important was to take money off rich motherfuckers and put it into the pocket of an underground anonymous misfit group who were about to shred open child trafficking in the US.

The second, was to draw in Diamond and his sexual methods.

The third, was our own sexual needs. All four of us have a sexual hunger on the same level, only different tastes.

“You think I was with him willingly?” I shove him again when he doesn’t answer. “You motherfucker! You think I wanted your father to rape me every goddamn day after you left?!”

James Doe aka Kyle Kane. I had no control over what he did to me all those years, so I decided to change his name. James Doe is the male equivalent to Jane Doe. What better name to call him than one of a soulless body.

Revenge or forgiveness. They’re the two words that sit on either side of the scale, as you decide where you’re going to add your weight. I had thought about this day a lot. I dreamed of it. I never thought it would ever happen because I thought Royce was dead, and if Royce was dead, no one else was going to save me.

“I fucking had to leave. I couldn’t stay—you—he used you! It was all a lie. A game. He—” His eyes turn frantic as his shoulders slack. He exhales, shaking his head and hanging it between his shoulders. “He was my fucking dad, Jade.”

“Look at me.” He does, his jaw tight. “You’re here now. We’re together now. We will go out there, he will tell us everything, you will tell me everything, and I, you, and—” I pause, picking up his colors and bringing it down over his hard shoulders. “—We will deal with this together.”

She’s not just my rock, she’s my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and it’ll end with her.

“Well.”

“She did, until things turned sinister and she saw how truly evil I was. But by then it was too late. It was too. Late.”

“What’d you do to her?” Lion asks tightly, his tone dropping to icy levels. “Me? Nothing.” Kyle’s eyes...

“Tell me, did you not wonder why Jade’s eyes looked so familiar?”