Mistakes I’ve Made by Jordan Marie

42Mitch

“I’m telling you, Mitch, I’m over this shit. He treats me like dirt under his fingernails. And this being sober all the time is killing me. If it wasn’t for the shit that you smuggle me, I’d be a basket case,” Chasity whines.

I don’t think I’ve realized just how annoying her voice is. It’s starting to ruin my buzz. I take another toke, tuning out all the bitching she does. I look over at her to see her snorting even while she’s bitching. I guess that takes talent.

“Are you even listening?” she huffs, and I close my eyes so she can’t see me roll them.

“Yeah, baby, I hear you. We just have to work it a little longer. You help me get Callie Street and I’m going to set you up good.”

“How do you figure that? Because I’ve got to tell you, Mitchie, right now, I’m asking myself why I’m jumping through hoops for you. It stopped being fun a while back. Why are you torturing your brother anyway? Callie Street can’t be worth that. I doubt her pussy is made of gold.”

I exhale, letting the smoke roll around me, thinking about juicy little Callie. I’m getting close to getting between her legs again. She’s vulnerable and she’s always looking for approval. Parents can really fuck with your head. Chasity and I are both proof of that. Callie is, too. The difference is, she doesn’t even know it.

I thought she was going to cave last night, but she stopped me at the last minute. I’m not sure why I’m putting in so much effort, to be honest. She’s got this tender side to her. I was sick last week, and she actually made me soup and waited on me, going so far as to wash my damn clothes. She was a regular mother hen. I’ve never had that, and I have to admit it felt good to know someone cared if I lived or died. She does have a sweet mouth, too. Then, there’s the fact that I know I’m the only man who has ever been between her legs. One night she confessed that Reed wouldn’t go all the way with her. He wanted to make sure it was right or some shit. I let her know in no uncertain terms that I wanted her to the point that I couldn’t hold back, and I didn’t know a man that could, if he truly wanted a woman, then I brought her hand down to my erection so she could feel me.

I’m slowly training her to think that Reed never truly desired her. I’m doing it in ways that she doesn’t even realize and that’s fun. Callie is naïve and I’m finding that I have a taste for that as well. You add in all that Callie offers me with the fact that locking her up and tying her to me will fuck over my little brother and make him miserable and truly, that’s the only reason I need.

Chasity? She’s just a cunt who will do what she’s told, and I don’t think she has yet, but I’m pretty sure she’d kill anyone to get what she wants—which is often her next fix. I’ve had to slip shit to her, under Reed’s nose, for a month now. She’s too much of an addict to go without for very long. Luckily for me, my brother stays gone all the time and doesn’t see her snorting. I’m limiting her, it helps to keep her under control.

But, she’s dangerous.

I know her usefulness is coming to an end soon. I’m going to have to figure out what to do with her then. I’ve been kicking around giving her a month’s supply of that shit she loves to snort all at once. She doesn’t have any self-control and I figure she’ll take care of herself for me.

I’ll miss partying with her, but you can always find a girl looking for some fun.

“Never mind what I want with Callie. It’s not like you give a fuck as long as I keep giving you what you want, right?”

She grunts her reply.

“And I’ll keep giving it to you free of charge, all you have to do is keep doing what I tell you,” I promise.

“Fine, but you better hurry and get what you want. Reed is demanding on going to the doctor and getting an ultrasound done. I might have been able to bribe that x-ray tech into helping me fool Reed the first time by doctoring up a false report, but there’s no way in hell he can doctor a live sonogram. Time is quickly running out lover,” she says, falling backwards, sniffing, waiting for the effects of the drugs to hit her.

“Where does he think you’re at today?”

“With my sister. I told him I wouldn’t be back till tomorrow. That means, you can cure all the little aches I have. It feels like I haven’t had sex in a year.”

I roll my eyes. I’m close to fucking Callie. I know it. She was turned on last night. I could have got her drunk or used something to loosen her up, but I like it better if she comes to me of her own free will. I need something to tip her over the edge where my brother is concerned.

“It’s only been a couple of weeks since you fucked me and Liam at the same time, Chasity,” I mutter, rolling over to my side, thinking about my problem—an idea beginning to form.

“That was fun,” she purrs, stretching. She’s either remembering it, or the drugs are starting to hit—maybe both. “Maybe we can do that again before I have to back to prison. God! I dread it. I did manage to get him to agree to take me out Friday, though—so at least there’s that.”

“Liam’s off the table. He’s pissed because I don’t have my share of the rent. He’s kicking me out,” I tell her.

“Bastard,” she mutters.

I’m lying. I do have the rent, but I’m moving out because I want a place that I can take Callie to without them around. They could tell her what I’m like or ask to share her. That would send Callie running. Hell, they could even bring up Chasity and ruin everything. So, a place of my own is definitely needed at this point. Callie makes good money. She can pay most of the rent once I get her to move in with me.

“You say he’s taking you out Friday?”

“Yeah, the bastard is supposed to,” she grumbles.

“Have him take you to the diner for dinner Friday. Time it so that you’re walking out around three.”

“The diner? Shit, Mitch. I wanted him to at least take me to the steakhouse.”

“Just do it and when you come out, I don’t give a fuck what you have to do but you make it look like the two of you are going at it hot and heavy. I’ll make sure Callie sees it.”

“Christ, how do you expect me to do that? Your brother barely looks at me without looking like he wants to throw up. He hates me. I think he suspects that we slipped him something at prom.”

I wince. Yeah, Chasity is going to have to be taken care of. If she’s not, she’ll ruin everything. I can’t have anyone connecting me with her.

“Get inventive. I don’t give a fuck. If I’m right, this last little nudge is all Callie will need. Then, I’ll have her right where I want her.”

“And what will I have?” she pouts.

“All the party favors your little heart could want, Chasity. You can get so high you won’t come down for days.”

Or ever.

“And what about when I run out? I need what you promised, Mitchie. You said a lifetime supply, remember? No holding out on me!”

“I’ll give you a month’s supply starting this month and every other month that you need it, Chasity,” I promise.

“Deal,” she says, sounding as if she just won the lottery.

For once, I’m being completely honest with the bitch. I’m just hoping one month’s supply is all it takes. Shit. Maybe I should lace a few of the products. No one will think twice about it. She’ll be just another addict dying way too soon…

But not soon enough.