For the Love of Dixie (Kings of Chaos 3)

My father turns around and stares at me.

The evil glint in his eyes makes me uneasy. My muscles tense. How far is he willing to take this game? I sit up straight in the chair, straining to hear what he’s whispering to the girl who’s giggling, and hanging on his arm.

The loud music and boisterous voices have never grated my nerves like cheese the way they are now.

Shayne wraps his arm around her waist and squeezes the ass nearly hanging out of her tiny blue jean skirt.

I’m not surprised she’s leaning into him and hanging onto his every word. His nickname is Charming for a reason. The man could smooth talk a nun out of her panties.

He nods his head toward me.

They make their way over and I squeeze the empty bottle in my hand, wishing it were his neck. I never thought he’d turn against me so swiftly. We were close once. I did my best to shield him from the fall out between my father and I. Seeing him buddy up to the bastard kills me.

“This is my brother, darling,” Charm says, leaning her across the table in front of me. “You don’t mind if we show him a thing or two, do you?”

“No,” she says.

“That’s a good girl,” Charm says, praising her. She grips the edge of the table and he shoves her skirt up.

I can’t see their bottom half, but the clang of his belt tells me all I need to know.

“You see, my brother?” he asks.

“Don’t know what I’m supposed to be looking at,” I reply, disgusted.

“Then your little bitch isn’t giving it to you right.”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” I warn.

He smirks, and reaches into his back pocket.

I want to look anywhere but at him and her, but I refuse to let him or my father win. They want to test my resolve, rattle me, and find my weakness. I need be stronger, smarter, and rock steady.

I hear the wet sound of him working her over with his fingers. She cries out, pushing back against him. “This is what you do when you want a bit of brown strange.” He rips a condom open with his teeth.

I look away. I don’t need to see my brother handling his dick.

The girl gasps. Charm grabs a handful of hair and yanks her head back. The table moves and he proceeds to pound her. Her throaty cries and pleasure filled face tells me she’s into it.

I’m not sure what I’m missing here. Lost, I shake my head. What do they think they’re doing? I look at my father.

“Watch, you might learn something,” Mouth calls.

The girl screams bloody murder and Charm grunts. “You fuck them and you move on.” Charm pulls out, tossing the condom onto the ground. “Now, clean this up and go make yourself pretty. Someone else might want to experience that sweet pussy of yours,” he says.

The girl hums her agreement.

Charm adjusts his pants.

I stand from my chair and stalk over to the bar where my father is grinning like the sick bastard he is. “What the fuck is that?”

“How it’s done. You got a little taste for dark meat? You want to try some exotic shit? I get it. But you don’t bring them home, claim them, and wife them.”

“Why, because you say so? You trying to tell me it’s okay to fuck a black girl as long as I don’t bring her home?” I ask.

“You always were an intelligent one.”

“And you were always an ignorant bigot,” I counter.