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Harlow’s head whipped back, her core squeezing my erection tighter. “Vice,” she cried, working her hips faster, harder against me.

I leaned forward, placing her right nipple in my mouth. “Harlow,” I whispered, teasing her other nipple with the breath from my lips.

She was moaning with every exhale, her red finger nails digging into the flesh of my back bringing me with her. I sucked greedily on her breast, pressing her down harder with my arms. She never lifted her hips once, it was all in the grinding of our hips... together. She didn’t want me to leave her, and I didn’t want to.

“Oh, my God!” she growled, her body quivering sending her heat wrapping around my hardness, and down my thighs. If one could actually explain what the most erotic, sensual, explosive thing in this world would be, it would be me explaining what Harlow’s orgasms felt like. Without a condom, out of this fucking world.

With two more grinds of our hips, I groaned against her breast letting her feel my throbbing heat inside of her. Between the both of us, we were indefinitely a mess. A mess of sex.

“Uh, I think the cash beneath me is tainted,” I laughed, breathless against the heated skin of her neck.

“Yeah,” she laughed with me. “We should definitely let it dry before you spend it,”

She gave me a quick kiss before landing back on the bed. I smiled, noticing she had Benjamin Franklin on the front of her crotch.

“Now that, is definitely my prized possession,” I pointed between her legs.

She sat upon her elbows, then looked down south with flushed cheeks. “Oh, my God,” she laughed aloud. I leaned down to kiss her embarrassment away.

“Jackson!”

“Chase!” Harlow frantically pushed on my chest. We both got off my bed, brushing the money off of us, then throwing our clothes back on.

“Get the fuck out here, fag!” he yelled again. Dogs down the block were going crazy.

We ran out the front door and down the stairs. Chase was standing on the hood of his Mercedes with a bottle of tequila in his right hand. It was beat to shit. The windows were smashed out, it was missing all lights, and dents surrounding the car matching the form of a baseball bat.

“There you are,” he laughed, unsteadily hopping from the hood onto the pavement. “I took the liberty of picking the car out for you, Vice,” he hiccuped. “Isn’t she pretty? I fucking love this car,”

“You’re out of your fucking mind, Miller,” I stared at the car, shaking my head back and forth with my hands on my hips. I was in shock and disbelief that someone could go to such extremes to get to someone.

“The title is in the glove box,” he laughed. “She’s all yours, buddy,” he looked over at Harlow and I about lost it.

I backed away from him, reaching my hand behind me putting Harlow safely behind my back.

“Oh, and how could I forget,” he looked around, taking a quick drink from the bottle. “I have a present for you. A present to say congratulations on your lucky win tonight, Jackson,”

“What?” I seethed.

“Yeah, right over there somewhere. Wherever you parked your car,” he shrugged.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. “What did you do to my fucking car, Miller!” I yelled.

“Chase, you didn’t,” Harlow’s words fell from her lips in shock.

“Of course I did, I lost a car and it’s only fair that he lose one, too.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “I mean, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t play fair, Harlow Jean?”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” I said through my teeth, lunging for Chase’s throat when Harlow caught my arm.

“Vice, no. Let’s just call the cops. We haven’t done anything wrong. Let them deal with him,” she said quietly.

I was beyond angry, I pulled my arm away from Harlow’s grip. I growled loudly, gripping my fingers in my hair. “Get the fuck out of here, Miller,”

“I will get you to play in my Casino, Vice,” he pointed his finger at me as he backed away. “You can bet your ass on it. I’m not finished with you yet,”

I stared at him, my jaw clenched. “Fuck you, and your casino,” I spit at him.

“I bid you both a fantastic night,” he bowed. “Oh, and please take it easy on my sister, Jackson. The clients won’t appreciate sloppy seconds. I hope you covered up, the pin-up chicks in The Lily Room I hear are real whores,” he whistled, walking through the parking lot. “Have a good night,” he yelled.

My chest was heaving with adrenaline pumping through my veins. What did he just say? All thoughts of Chase, the Mercedes, and my car... gone. I slowly turned towards Harlow, her face was red and her cheeks were stained with tears. Her arms crossed over her chest as though she were trying to hold herself together.

“What the hell did he just say to me, Harlow?” I said through my teeth. “Please, say that he was lying. Please, tell me that that was another game of his just to piss me the fuck off,”

She sobbed, then shrugged, telling me what I already needed to know without her saying a word. “Chase Miller is my brother, Vice,” she admittedly cried.

“You lied to me!?” I swallowed hard, feeling the knot forming in my throat. I was just torn in half by the one person I truly, truly care about and love. The one person I trusted not to deceive me. “Are you fucking kidding me, Harlow Jean?”

“Please, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you, I-” she took a step forward, only to stop and jump when I started yelling at her.

“For the last four fucking years, Harlow!” I yelled. “The Lily Room!? Really!? That is what, a hooker bar inside Millers casino!?”

“It’s not like that,” she cried. “Well, sort of,” she shrugged.

“Are you serious, right now?” I huffed. With how I felt inside, I could only imagine what my face looked like to her.

“I’m nothing like them, Vice. You know me, please just-” she stepped forward again with her hands held together, I could see the pleading in her eyes. I could barely look at her in this moment, let alone long enough to hear her try to explain her lies to me.

“I thought I knew you… but the truth is, I don’t, Harlow Jean Miller.” I shook my head and turned to walk towards my car to assess the gift from Chase feeling sick inside knowing that I am in love with someone related to someone I loathe. Someone who is making my life pure hell. Ruining everything that I have worked damn hard for… my sanity, and my car.

“Please, let me explain everything to you, please,” she cried after me.

“Go home,” I gestured my hand behind me as I walked away.

“How am I going to get home, Vice?” she hollered.

I laughed. “I am sure you will find a way. Shouldn’t be difficult as I am sure you have someone you can call,”

As I got further away from her, her cries still reverberated from the surrounding parked cars, echoing my ears. Hearing her cry so hysterically broke my heart but would never compare to the wreckage she has caused by lying to me. I don’t think my heart could break anymore than it already has.

I reached what once was my Camaro. “Fuck!” I yelled, gripping my hands in my hair.

I slowly walked around the car… no lights, no windows. The car was totaled, looking as though it were in a ten car pile up on the interstate, it being in the middle. I was so angry inside I cried, punching the hood repeatedly with my fist until my knuckles were sliding around on the blood my open knuckles released.

Taking a step back, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I kicked the drivers side door with each curse that poured from my mouth. What the hell was I going to do? I was slowly losing everything in my life that I cared about when I did not a damn thing wrong to lose them in the first place.
Harlow

I walked for hours to Nostalgia. I sobbed, screamed and cried the entire way. My brother had ruined everything, everything good that was happening in my life. Vice. I was supposed to be in bed with him, not walking in Vegas at two in the morning, by myself. Truthfully, I couldn’t blame my brother for what happened, as I had been lying to Vice for the last four years. It was time I had to face the consequences.

“Harlow,” the tall burlesque man, Tony, at the entrance greeted me.

“Fuck off, Tony,” I glared at him, letting myself in the door. I hated everyone and anything that had to do with this casino, including my brother at the moment. I hated the place. Period.

“Someone had a bad night,” he mumbled under his breath.

I walked inside, rap music blaring through the speakers, cigar smoke filled the air, people dancing, slot machines rang in the distance. I looked around the casino knowing damn well already where my brother was- upstairs in his office.

I stomped up the staircase that was to the left of The Lily Room, kicking the door open with the bottom of my sandal. “Chase!” I clenched my teeth, my fingernails digging into the palms of my hands.

“What’s got you all pissed off, sister? Things not working well for you and your trailer park boyfriend?” he smiled.

“Ah!” I screamed, picking up the picture frame which held my mothers picture in it, throwing it with every ounce of strength that I had. Chase ducked, it flying behind him, shattering on the wall.

“I fucking hate you!” I sobbed. “I hate you! You ruined everything!”

He sat up with wide eyes, staring at me. “Don’t take it out on mom, she has nothing to do with this,”

“You’re crazy, fucking sick in the head, Chase!” I pointed to my temple, harder than necessary.

“Will you go get changed? We had one in a dumpster last night. Mary Jane, way sad,” he shook his head sullenly.

I picked up the papers beneath his stare, throwing them in his face.

“What the hell are you doing, Harlow?” he rubbed his forehead. “You gave me a fucking paper cut,”

“Something I should have done a long time ago,” I grabbed his lamp off of his desk throwing it against the wall, the vase on the glass table between the two vintage, leather chairs. I threw it on the floor, it shattered into a million pieces at my feet. I ran to the crystal shelving on the wall by the door, raking my hand across each shelf, everything crashing to the floor. Walking back to his desk, I knocked the table that held the vase on it’s side. “I fucking quit,” I pointed at him.

“You can’t quit me,” he glared. “I fucking own you, Harlow Jean,”

“Bullshit, you own me. I own you, asshole.” I leaned in closer. “I have enough evidence against you that would put your ass behind bars for the rest of your miserable life. Don’t think I won’t do it, Chase, because I will,”

“You reek of slum, get the hell out of my face,” he spat.

“You will pay me my half of this business, and you will take down The Lily Room, do you understand?”

He laughed his alcohol breath in my face, droplets of his saliva landing on my cheek. I was sick and tired of him not taking me seriously. I was raging inside. Reaching over the desk, I quickly grabbed the gun from his open desk drawer. He tried to stop me, but I was too fast.

I pointed the gun in his face. “I am serious, Chase. Don’t fucking cross me,” He placed his hands in the air. “I want half of my money, right fucking now,” I cocked it, the click was loud in my ears.

“What the hell happened in here?” one of my brothers oh-so-loyal body guards, Craig, came rushing in the room with his large belly covered in his greased out Nostalgia t-shirt. His puffy face flushed from running up the stairs.

“Way to be fast, fat ass,” Chase shook his head, lowering his hands. “You’re lucky, nothing. Get my sister what’s hers,”

“What is hers?” Craig asked, staring at the gun in my shaking hands. I smirked.

“Fifty million dollars,” Chase shrugged. He looked at me. “That’s half of what I owe you,”

Oh. My. God. I kept the gun steady even though I was shaking like crazy. All of this time I was working my ass off for him to make ends meet, and not even able to afford my own car while my brother sat comfortably on what was rightfully my share. What the hell am I supposed to do with fifty million dollars? Let alone one hundred million dollars, total?

I watched Craig carry a huge, black duffel bag to the wall left of Chase’s desk. Why? I wasn’t sure. The wall was blank except for a dimming switch for the lighting. Instead of touching the button, he grabbed the plate, twisting it to the right, it popping open. He pressed his jumbo fingers upon the lighted keypad entering a code. Within a few seconds a section of the wall popped out and he opened it. I couldn’t see what was inside, but I didn’t care.

“You need to leave Vice alone, Chase,” I stared at him.

“Can’t do that,” he shrugged. “I gave you what you wanted. Take it and get the fuck out of my casino, Harlow. You can come back for the rest when you need it,”

I took the gun out of my brothers face, wrapping my hand around the handles of the duffel bag. I quickly unzipped the zipper taking in the multiple bundles of bills. I shoved the gun into the waistline of my shorts, there was no way in hell I was about to give it back after pointing the damn thing in Chase’s face. I would get rid of it.

“Like brother, like sister.” I turned, my hand on the doorknob. “I’m not finished with you either,” I walked out, closing the door behind me.

“Fuck you, Harlow! I gave you what you wanted!” he yelled.

“Yeah, well, not all of it,” I said to myself as I walked down the hallway towards the stairs, smiling, listening to my brother scream, yell, and throw things in his office.

He has no idea… “Sorry Bastard,” I shook my head and walked down the stairs, then tossed the handgun into one of the multiple trash bins outside of Nostalgia.

With all this money and no place to go, I decided on taking a cab to the next best place that I was sure to be welcomed. Brenda, Vice's mothers trailer. I could have gotten a hotel, but the truth was that I didn't want to be alone. I never liked to be. I hailed a cab to her trailer park. It was almost 3:30 in the morning. I quickly paid the cab driver and hopped out. I went ahead and let myself inside knowing that Brenda's front door doesn't lock, but made me promise not to tell Vice as she didn't want him spending anymore of his money on this place.

I was impressed when I walked up the porch and saw that she was now smoking outside instead of inside. Next to the ashtray was a giant trashcan filled with every ounce of liquor, beer, and wine that was in her house the last time I was over. I felt exhilarated inside. We had discussed and enrolled her in a few classes to help with addiction which she planned on surprising Vice after her six months of being sober. It looks like she started sobriety early.