VJ

14 - What the fuc.k is this!?

VJ

So, Max is pissed off that I claimed Chloe in front of everyone. Tough shi.t, he needs to get used to it. That girl is mine, and no one is going to tell me I’m wrong for wanting her the way I do. Chloe might initially give me some shi.t, but she’ll soon understand that she belongs to me. The sooner she comes to that realization, the better it’ll be for all of us.

I don’t have a clue why the hell I would even think that. I don’t do relationships of any kind. I like to fuc.k them and leave them. I don’t get attached; I walk away very quickly. I get what I want, and I’m gone.

The trouble is, I’m already obsessed with that little girl. I don’t know what the fuc.k kind of power she has over me, but I can’t stop thinking about her. When I woke up this morning, and she was gone, I was pissed, sure. However, I was ready to get my dic.k wet in the next willing slut that came along. Just so happened that my little Goddess walked into my clubhouse.

I’ll admit that I knew at that moment that I was fucke.d. Yeah, a man like me, uncaring, unfeeling, fucke.d. I’m not saying I’ll ever love the girl, hell, I don’t know what that shi.t even means, but I know that she’s mine. I know I’ll kill the first man who touches her, hell, the first man who looks at her!

Chloe is mine!

End of story.

“You don’t know anything about Chloe, VJ!”

“I know enough, Max.”

“You think because you’ve fucke.d her a couple times, you know her? You don’t know anything! What does Chloe do for a living? How old is she? When’s her birthday?”

“Jesus Christ, Max!” I run my hand over my head.

I don’t give a shi.t about all that stuff right now. I don’t really give a fuc.k that he’s pissed about this, either. I know Max is Chloe’s friend and wants to look out for her. He knows I’m the last man on earth she should be fuckin.g around with. But no one tells me what to do! Not even my baby brother.

“I’ll get to know all that shi.t in time. Give me a fuckin’ break.”

“You just got out of prison, and you’ve already fucke.d around with my best friend multiple times. You picked her up in a club, took her home, did God knows what to her. Then you drag her off to a room in this damn clubhouse with all our family out here waiting for you, and you fuc.k her like a cheap whor.e! She’s worth more than that. Chloe isn’t the type of girl you can mess around with, VJ. She’ll want commitment, and you can’t give her that.”

“You have no clue what I’m capable of, Max.”

No one does when it comes to relationships. Sure, I’ve never had one. As I said, I fuc.k them and walk away. One and done. That’s my motto. Though I haven’t got a damn clue what it is about that little girl that has me wanting more and more, I can’t seem to get enough of her.

I’m insane. There is no doubt about that, but maybe that little girl can show me that I’m not just that. Perhaps she can show me that there’s more to life than fuckin.g and fighting to get my kicks.

Yeah, I’m fuckin.g kidding myself, but I’m not letting her go until I’ve had my fill. No matter how long that takes.

“I know exactly what you’re capable of, and that’s why I’m telling you to back off. Chloe is not the girl for you.”

“You know nothing, little brother.”

“I know you’re not capable of giving Chloe what she needs. I know you’ll use her until you find some other girl to fill the void you feel inside. I don’t doubt you want to try and have a normal relationship, VJ,” I don’t want to try and be anything! “But Chloe means a lot to me, to Daisy. Hell, she means a lot to everyone. If I have to beg you to walk away from Chloe while her heart is still intact, then I will.”

I knock back my drink and walk away from him. I’m not in the mood for this shi.t. Chloe is mine, and the quicker Max gets that through his head, the better.

Max is probably right; I’ll end up breaking Chloe’s heart. It’s not like women haven’t tried to change me in the past; they wanted to show me that I can love them. The trouble is, it will never happen. I don’t understand the emotion, and the truth is, I’ve never tried. No woman has ever caught my attention and held it long enough to see the damn night through.

So how the hell has Chloe managed to grab my attention and turn my mind to nothing but thoughts of her so easily?

It’s crazy, and I know crazy. Fuc.k, I need to beat this fuckin.g infatuation I’ve got for Chloe out of me. I need to stay away from her and let her find someone who can give her everything Max believes she needs.

Ha. Come on, VJ, you know full well you ain’t gonna let another motherfucke.r touch that girl. Her sweet, tight little body, that hot little puss.y belongs to you. Don’t matter how long you keep her; she’s yours. Don’t fool yourself with bullshit about letting her find a nice guy who’ll give her the world. You see one cunt so much as smile at her, and you’ll kill him. You know this about yourself.

Yeah. I’m fucke.d.

Exiting the clubhouse, I notice two figures just around the corner — two sets of feet. I narrow my eyes and make my way over there. I chuckle to myself when I see Bones lip-locking with some little girl. He always was a dog.

It’s not ’til he pulls away from the girl that I see just who he’s with and my fuckin.g blood boils.

Just how long has he been screwing my baby sister?

I don’t fuckin.g know, but my fist connecting with his jaw draws a scream from her lips.

“No, VJ!” Sophie tries to yank my arm away from Bones. But it won’t work right now. It’s too late.

“Get up, you piece of shi.t!” I drag the giant to his feet by his shirt.

I may have been away for eighteen months, but I didn’t go soft when it comes to my family. I won’t have anyone messing with my sister; she deserves so much more.

I land another punch on his jaw, and he gets one in on my ribs. Ain’t no one ever said Bones couldn’t handle himself, even against a bastard like me. We throw punches, and I’m a second away from committing murder where we stand!

“Don’t do this, VJ,” He warns. Motherfucke.r doesn’t get to warn me about anything.

“Why her, you cunt?! Why my sister?”

“Because I love her, you fuckin’ i***t! Do you really think I’d mess Sophie around?” Both of us square up, both with heaving chests, both bloodied up from the punches we’ve thrown. “I love her, VJ. Fuc.k, I have tried to fight this, but I can’t do it anymore. I feel like I’m going fuckin’ crazy!”

He backs away, fingers running through his hair, and I’m standing here wondering what the fuc.k he’s talking about.

Love?

What a stupid emotion. That shi.t can get a man killed. I’ve seen what can happen when a man falls in love. I’ve seen what the enemy will do to those women to get to the men involved with them. I’ve seen what happens to a man when that woman cheats and ends up leaving him.

Why the fuc.k would anyone want to go through that shi.t?

Don’t get me wrong, my sister deserves the world and more, but this cunt in front of me, my best friend, is talking about an emotion I don’t understand. I’ve never felt love in the conventional sense. I wouldn’t know what it was if it slapped me in my face.

But he feels it; Sophie feels it. I saw the way she used to look at him when she was a kid; she’s always had a thing for Bones. Sophie is twenty-one, and it’s not my place to tell her she can’t love Bones if that’s the way she feels. But fuc.k if I’m not angry as fuc.k about it.