[Forbidden book 02] Forbidden Rapture (2 page)

off the engine, and got out.

The front doors were opened by a man dressed in a tailed tux.

“Good evening, Sir.” He looked to be in his fifties, but didn’t have

many wrinkles on his face. His tux was spotless, and he even

wore white gloves. “I’m Randal. Mr. Cedric is waiting in the dining

room, if you’ll please follow me.”

Construction was still going on inside. Walls were being

knocked down, floors redone, and other walls painted.

The house had many different levels with stair cases in the

middle. The lower level was a large library and ball room with a

wrap around stair case going down. That was definitely new, and

it was now tucked behind the grand staircase. In the back, straight

forward from the front door, up a short flight of stairs, and past

double doors was a large dining room.

“You son of a bitch,” were the words that came from Dane’s

mouth upon seeing Blaine sitting at the head of the table with his

feet resting on top. “I don’t know if I want to sock you one or hug

you.”

Blaine stood up with a smug grin on his face, walked right up

to Dane, and made like he was going to shake hands with him.

When Dane extended his hand out, Blaine took it and jerked him

into a tight hug.

For years Blaine had been banned by his father for his wild

ways. At one time, they were all known as the “playboys of

Treece”. This was the one and only reason Blaine was sent away.

To his father, Blaine was a disgrace to the family with his whoring

ways and diminutive respect for women. With the heart of the

group gone, as Dane, Devon, and Darius’s family thought, it was

easier for Devon’s family to bring him into line, Dane’s

grandmother to seize control of his life, and Darius to be shipped

off also.

Dane still messed around, only he learned how to be secretive

about it. He made extra sure his grandmother knew nothing of

what went on in his personal life, or who might end up in his bed.

Having done an exquisite job of keeping his social life a secret, he

was now bored.

“It’s good to see you, too.” Blaine strolled back over to the

table, looking more like a beast in a grand house than the lord of it

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with his long dark locks fanning out behind him as he walked.

“Now, where the hell is Darius?” He picked up two large tankers

filled with, what Dane suspected, was his father’s best brandy, the

drink that Blaine’s old man had said he would beat Blaine for, if he

ever touched it. He handed one to Dane, “I don’t have all fucking

year.”

“You would if you plant your ass and stay longer than a night

or two.” Dane took a sip of his drink, grinning at the dark look he

got from Blaine. “Really? Would it kill you to stay longer?”

“And be the next model for the poster boy husband?” Blaine

took a long drink, hissing as it went down. “No thanks. I like my

single life.”

Dane smiled, showing his bright white teeth. After Devon was

married and his wife informed them that Blaine was in town, Dane

went searching. He tracked down his old friend and gave him an

earful for not talking to them. He also gave him a nice right hook.

When Blaine mentioned how he had been in town many times for

business only, Dane sucker punched him again. Now, whenever

Blaine came to town, whatever the reason, he let them know and

they all got together.

Blaine was the oldest, followed by Devon. At twenty-nine,

Dane was very used to being a bachelor. He stood at six foot

even. His set of baby blue eyes could melt any girl’s heart at one

glance. Adding to his charm, he had soft blonde hair that was cut

short on the back of his neck with long locks on top that, when

tousled, resembled a wheat field blowing in the wind.

“Well, when she comes along, I sure hope I’m there to see it.”

Dane grinned. “I’d love to shake the girl’s hand that brings you

down to those golden knees of yours.”

Blaine pulled out a thick cigar and lit it. He blew the smoke at

Dane before flipping him off.

“Darius isn’t coming.” Devon came into the room, tugging his

jacket off and looking as if he was ready to kill him. “And to top

things off, no one can seem to find a trace of Cameron. So Kera’s

on my ass to find him ASAP. She thinks he’s going to come back.

Darius refused to tell me why he won’t come back. Argh! I swear

this shit is going to drive me nuts! She’s even slightly afraid to

leave the house without me.”

“Now there is a man truly pussy whipped,” Dane chuckled to

Blaine.

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“That ain’t no shit,” Blaine grunted with a small grin of his own.

“I never pictured you as the kind of man who would bow down to a

woman.”

“Fuck you both,” Devon snapped. He walked over to Blaine,

taking his drink from his hands.

“I never thought Kera the kind of woman to be scared of

anything,” Dane stated.

“She isn’t, but she is having nightmares over that shit,” Devon

said. He sighed, rubbing his face, “So what’s going on?

“Well, I’ve officially moved out.” Dane smiled. “Tonight was the

last straw with her.”

“Did she catch you beating your meat again?” Blaine

snickered, taking a drag from his thin cigar. “Or did good old

grandma say yes when you mistook her bed for one of the many

other girls you’ve snuck into late at night?”

“You are a sick bastard, you know that?” Dane shot back and

Blaine chuckled.

“I bet she told him she was going to cut the money off if he

didn’t change his ways,” Devon tossed in with a grin.

“Play with your pecker again and no allowance for a week!”

Blaine tried to speak in a high pitch granny voice that had Devon

chuckling.

“You are so fucking hilarious.” Dane threw an apple at Blaine,

which he caught with one hand and took a bite out of.

“I do try my best,” Blaine smarted back before he sat down

and put his feet on the table, which was another “no-no” in his

house growing up. Dane was noticing a lot of the old rules which

Blaine had to grow up with no longer applied.

“She’s been having these girls come over for dinner,” Dane

remarked with a sneer on his lips. “Wants me to marry a good girl

of our class, not go to the Compound and take a chance like

Devon did.”

“Ah, so Dannie boy is under pressure to get a wife.” Devon

smiled, sat down, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ain’t life a

bitch?”

“You know, I always said that woman has a set of nuts we

don’t know about.” Blaine said, looking at Dane with his own evil

smile, chewing on his cigar. “She sure does know how to fuck

someone over. Are you sure your grandfather and her marriage

was legal, cause I can’t picture him willingly fucking her?”

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Devon burst out laughing.

“Are you finished yet?” Dane crossed his arms over his chest,

glaring at Blaine who was smiling back at him.

Blaine shook his head with a grin. “Not really.”

“Let Kera have a talk with her.” Devon chuckled. “She can

reason with her. Lord knows she needs some kind of distraction.

And who knows,” he shrugged. “She might kick your

grandmother’s ass.”

Blaine pointed a finger at Devon with the corner of his lips up,

“I’ll put a C-note on Kera.”

“You know, some bullshit never changes, even when we don’t

see each other for months or years.” Dane rubbed his face,

slumping back in the chair.

“Shit, Dane, stop acting like a pussy.” Blaine stood back up.

He walked over to Devon and took his drink back, swallowing

what was left. “Find a girl, do your thing, then ship her ass off

somewhere. It’ll get granny off your ass, and you can still live life

somewhat single, happily ever fucking after.”

Devon punched Blaine in the arm. “Doesn’t work that way, dip

shit.”

“Maybe you were right, Devon.” Dane twirled the liquid in his

glass around, staring off. “Maybe it’s time I did grow up.”

“You do know that, with your grandmother putting this kind of

pressure on you, it could backfire, and I’m not talking about if she

picks the girl or not.” Devon told Dane, snapping him out of his

daze. “Ask yourself this question. What will you do if you find

someone and your grandmother ends up not approving of her

after all?” He shrugged. “She doesn’t have much of a say in
who

matches up with you if you go to the Compound. And you can go

without her approval, if you want.”

“Shit, Devon.” Blaine groaned, sitting back down with his cigar

between his teeth. “That old hag isn’t going to approve of anyone,

especially if the girl has the balls to stand up to her. And, if he gets

lucky and finds a girl with a back bone like Kera, then that old

bitch is going to go ballistic.” Blaine put his cold dark eyes on

Dane. “You do what you want. If you want to marry, then find one

that is right for you and take her. Don’t let any of these fuckers tell

you what to do.” He took a drag, blowing the smoke out, and

chewing on his cigar. “Especially that grandmother of yours. If she

doesn’t like your wife, fuck her. And I don’t mean it literally this

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time.” He grinned.

“Advice coming from him,” Devon thumbed towards Blaine.

“Hey, I never said I was opposed to marrying.” Blaine took

another deep drag on his cigar, letting the smoke out slowly once

more. “I only said I didn’t like being forced into shit.” He stretched

out again, both legs up on the table with ankles crossed. “I don’t

like how this fucking town and the rich snobs trying to tell

everyone who is proper and who isn’t.” He looked at Dane, getting

his full attention. “Devon found the one that was right for him. End

of story. The town didn’t like it, he told them to fuck off. Go to the

Compound if you want, or go on the sidelines. Just don’t marry the

wrong one. You do, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Look at it this way,” Devon added. “If you get someone that

has the fire Kera has, then your grandmother doesn’t stand a

chance.” He smiled big.

“Nope,” Blaine agreed. “You marry and you’re free from her

for life. Think of it as parole, or some shit like that.” Blaine smiled

big. “Now isn’t that enough right there to marry, if nothing more

than to stick it to that hag of yours?” That brought a smile to

Dane’s lips. “Why the fuck your mother let her be your guardian

after the stories your father used to tell us is beyond me.”
He

looked down at his watch then back up at them. “Well, boys, I hate

to break this happy meeting up, but I need to go.” Blaine told them

both. “I just wanted you both to know that I’ll be stopping by from

time to time.”

“What? Are you afraid of getting hit again?” Dane asked.

Blaine rubbed his jaw, “Yeah. When did you get that wicked

punch anyway?”

“Here today, gone tomorrow.” Devon remarked. “When the

hell are you going to stay put?”

The corner of Blaine’s lip went up, but he didn’t smile. “I’m

selling shit and finding more crap of my father’s.” His eyes

lowered, but his body tensed up. “Bastard had more bullshit

investments than I think my mother ever knew about.” He took a

deep breath. “Loved to fuck people over.” He stood up and

stretched his body, groaned as he relaxed, and sat back down

again. “When I get it all done, then I’ll come back to stay.” He

looked up with a grin on his face, “Maybe.”

“Shit,” Dane mumbled when his cell phone rang. He dug it out

of his pocket, frowning as he read the number. “Speak of the

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devil.”

“I swear she knows when Blaine is back.” Devon chuckled.

“It’s like she can smell the evil.”

Blaine smiled. “When I do decide to stay for good, her

Depends
will be up in the crack of her ass—so far up that no

matter how much she picks at her ass, they won’t come out.” He

chuckled.

“Well I have a good feeling that she just found out I’m out of

the house for good.” Dane stood up and went over to shake

Blaine’s hand. “Call me when you get back.”

Blaine shook his hand and nodded. “Will do. And I’ll have

someone look into this Cameron crap, Devon. You guys definitely

don’t need that prick on your asses.”

“Good,” Devon nodded. “I don’t like the idea of him loose and

with the rumors of girls disappearing again—well let’s just say I’m

pretty sure he has his hand in it.”

“Then I’ll have some people look into it. When I get back, we’ll

have dinner or something,
but not here,” Blaine stated. “This

house is not ready for shit yet.”

Devon also stood up and shook Blaine’s hand, “You got it.”

“Well, Dane, have fun.” Blaine smiled. “And happy hunting.”

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