Babysitting the Devil's Son

04 LUCAS

A week had passed. Today was Saturday. People often say that here, you lose track of time, the days, the months. But I didn’t. I kept my mind focused and sharp. I didn’t let a single day slip by unnoticed. Every day here, I think of different ways to kill Olivia. Would my son hate me for this one day? I don't know. All I knew was that the love I once felt for that woman had turned into pure, unadulterated hate.

I saw the jailer who was at my side approaching, and I looked at him.

“Hey, Lucas, your visit has arrived,” he said.

“If it’s the same as always, you can send her away,” I replied. I hadn’t been able to talk to Leo or Anthony since Tuesday. I ended up breaking my cell phone by throwing it at the head of some loudmouth in the other cell who wouldn’t shut up and give me peace.

“This time, it’s a blonde,” he said, and only then did I stand up. “Under the table in the living room, there’s a device for you,” he added, handcuffing me. I remained silent.

The guy guided me down the corridor, and I moved in total silence. On visiting days, handcuffs weren't usually necessary, but they said I was extremely dangerous. They weren’t wrong. We stopped in front of the room where intimate visits took place, and the jailer opened the door. What was his name? I had no idea, and I didn’t care. Every three months, they changed the guard assigned to me. I bought them all, but I never cared about their names.

“Thanks,” I said as he took off my handcuffs. I entered the cell and saw a hot blonde from the Heights. But I had never been with this one.

“Hi, boss,” she greeted me, all sweet.

“You only open your mouth if I tell you to. I don’t even want to hear you moan,” I ordered, and she looked at me in amazement. I had always been rough with whores before Olivia. After the betrayal, I became even worse. I might be considered a scumbag, but to me, they came, brought my stuff, made me c*m, and then they left. I had no patience for sweetness. I had already asked the shadow not to send Anabelle because she liked to test me, and if I crushed her in here, I’d be in deep trouble.

“Don’t you even know my name?” she asked, and I glared at her.

“I want you to do what I ordered. Take off your clothes and get on all fours. And I don’t want to hear a sound from you,” I commanded. She looked at me, pretending to be a saint, but I knew her reputation and her name, Ginalyn.

She got up and took off all her clothes. She was delicious. Natural? Maybe just her hair. I took off my clothes, my c**k already hard. There’s no way to resist a body like that. She got on all fours, and I spat on my hand, touching her p***y and ass. She shivered but held back her moans.

I put on a condom and started entering her, feeling the excitement consume me. Her core wasn’t that tight, but it was enough. After two weeks without f*****g, it was time to relieve myself.

I began pounding her, seeing her cover her mouth to suppress her moans. She squeezed my c**k with skill. I wouldn’t deny that it made me even hornier. I squeezed her ass, leaving finger marks, feeling my c*m rising. At that moment, I felt my c**k getting warmer and tighter, indicating she had climaxed, and I came immediately after, showing no satisfaction.

I sat on the bed, took off the condom, and tied it up, putting another one on my c**k. The w***e already understood what she had to do and sat down, squeezing me. I felt pleasure but showed nothing. She rolled her eyes and threw her head back, not stopping to ride me. Her big silicone breasts bounced in my face, and I squeezed them with desire. I didn’t put my mouth on these whores, not even on their breasts, but I squeezed them, feeling I was about to c*m again. It didn’t take long for me to c*m, watching her cover her mouth to suppress her moans.

“Now you can leave,” I said, seeing the sky turning gray, indicating it would rain. She dressed quickly and knocked on the door. The jailer closed the door behind her, and I headed to the shower. I threw the used condoms in the toilet and flushed them, then went in the shower.

After my shower, I went to the table and started eating the snacks she brought. I picked up my new cell phone to call Leo.

“Who is it?” he asked, answering on the second ring.

“Is that how you talk to your boss?” I asked, eating another bite of the pastry with ground beef.

“f**k, bro, it’s you. That’s good,” he said, relief evident in his voice.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sensing there was more to his relief.

“Bro, I don’t even know how to tell you this,” he said, and I could already imagine him rubbing his head.

“Speak at once, if you won't, I will,” I heard Allison’s voice in the background, and I laughed. Those two were inseparable.

“Spill it out, bro,” I urged, and he took a deep breath.

“Last night, they left your son here at the bottom of the Heights. Elijah is here, wow,” he said, and I was paralyzed for a few seconds.

“Are you sure it’s my kid?” I asked, feeling my chest tighten and my throat burn.

“As sure as I am that you’re the Lucas who owns the Elarian Heights,” he said, and I smiled.

“f**k, bro. Call me later on a video call. I want to see him to be sure. Leave him shirtless,” I said, and he agreed. I turned off my cell phone, still buzzing with the news.

I couldn’t eat anymore. I gathered everything into bags to take to my cell and knocked on the door for the jailer to take me back. Here, you couldn’t take your visit to your cell, but I had my ways.

In my cell, I downloaded w******p and didn’t wait any longer. I video-called Leo right away, taking advantage of the quietness and lack of people around.

“It wasn’t night, wow,” he said, and I shook my head.

“Enjoying the silence,” I said, and he agreed.

“Hold on,” he said, leaving the phone propped up and calling, “Hey, Elijah. Come see your father.”

“My real father?” I heard his voice, and my chest trembled. “Look, it’s really you, my daddy,” he said, standing in front of the phone screen. My eyes focused on his shirtless chest.

“It’s me, son,” I said. “You’re handsome like your father, huh?” I added, my eyes filling with tears seeing my son that grown.

“I always saw this photo of you. I got it hidden from my mom,” he said, showing me a photo of when he was a baby, and I was holding him, kissing his hand.

“Dad is very happy to see you, wow,” I said, holding back my tears.

“Are you coming here to stay with me? My mother said she can’t take care of me anymore,” he said, and I thought this b***h was up to no good.

“Dad is away for work. But I’ll be back soon, and we’ll be together. For now, you can stay with your Uncle Leo and Aunt Allison, okay?” I said, and he made a sad face.

“Okay. But don’t take too long,” he said, and I smiled at him.

“Dad won’t take long, son,” I said, thinking about the lawyer who had to get me out of here within 30 days at most.

“I love you, daddy. I’m waiting for you,” he said, and I couldn’t help but let two tears fall.

“I love you, my little one,” I said, smiling at him.

“Go see what Aunt Allison is burning,” Leo said, and Elijah smiled and ran away. “What made you sure it’s your kid?” he asked, and I smiled.

“The birthmark on his chest. It’s just like mine,” I said, and Leo looked at me in surprise.

“I didn’t even remember you had one. You covered it with a tattoo,” he said. “But then, bro, what do we do? Things are already difficult without you here in the Heights. We can’t handle everything,” he said, and I agreed.

“Ask Allison to find someone she trusts to take care of him. Tell her to find a nanny for my son,” I said, and he agreed. “But at night, he sleeps with you,” I said, and he agreed. “I’m going to hang up. People are coming back,” I said and hung up.

I went to the bathroom and sent a message to the lawyer to expedite my release for yesterday and another to Leo to arrange a quarter of my gun for my youngest, the way he wants.

I returned to the front of the cell, watching the inmates coming back. My mind drifted to Olivia. Whatever she was up to by leaving my little one on the Heights, I would find out, and it wouldn’t end well for her.