Chapter 4

Clay was currently spending his last day over at his mother's place. Tomorrow he would need to go back over to Ash's for the following week. Clay couldn't help but notice that things seemed a little different this week with his mother. She was spending most of her time in her bedroom with his uncles and taking her medicine, that was all normal. But this time she seemed to be talking a lot on the phone or texting. Clay wasn't sure what was going on, but she seemed to be excited and upset at the same time a lot this week. He had decided to stay out of her way, only bothering her when he wanted to bring her something to eat. He always made sure to give her breakfast and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he made them for himself. He knew his mom didn't eat as much as his Ash so he was always worried about her. He didn't like that she was sick all the time. He didn't like that she spent all of her time in her bedroom. It wasn't often, but something she would come out and she would sit with him. They would talk and play a game together on his tablet. Clay really liked that part. He liked it when someone would play with him and keep him company. He was used to being alone, but sometimes it made him sad to always be alone. He had Ms. Google, but it wasn't the same as talking with his mom. He wished that Ash would play with him, or sit with him and watch something on his tablet. Ash never wanted to be around him though and Clay knew better than to upset his father.

Clay was currently sitting on the couch with his tablet going when his mom came out of her room in just some old shorts and a tank top. She went over and sat down next to Clay before she spoke.

"I have a very special surprise for you."

That got Clay's attention. He never got surprises. "A surprise?"

His mother gave him a big warm smile. "That's right. You're Uncle Matt is going to come over and play with you. He's been talking about it all week and he can't wait to see you."

"Uncle Matt?" Clay asked, slightly confused. That name didn't sound familiar. He had an Uncle Steve, Uncle Chris, Uncle Devon, Uncle John, he had four of those actually, Uncle Mike, Uncle Joe and a lot more that didn't really give their name. He had never met an Uncle Matt, unless he was one of the uncles he didn't get introduced to.

"You haven't met him before, but he is very excited to meet you. He's going to play and hang out with you here for a little while, while Mommy heads out to the store."

"Really?" Clay asked, with a big smile. He was very excited to get to play with someone. He couldn't help but wonder what Uncle Matt looked like, what did he like to play? Did he like dinosaurs too? So many questions and possibilities flooded Clay's little mind.

"Yes, but you have to promise Mommy that you will be a very good boy for Uncle Matt. I want you on your best behavior. Do you understand?"

Clay easily gave a nod in agreement. He would of course be on his best behavior, he wanted Uncle Matt to come back and play with him again. He didn't want to make him mad and cause him to never come back. None of his other uncles had ever shown interest in him before. He wasn't going to mess this up.

"That's Mommy's good boy." She said as there was a knock on the door before it was opening.

She stood up and gave the man a small smile. Clay quickly took him in. He was about the same size as his other uncles that came here. He didn't see any resemblance to his mother or him, but that didn't mean he wasn't really his uncle.

"Cash up front." His mother said.

Uncle Matt took a look at Clay before he gave a nod and handed over some money. Clay wasn't sure why, but he didn't think much on it. He was just excited to have someone to play with for a little while.

"No one has ever done this before?" Uncle Matt asked his mother.

"He's as pure as the fallen snow. Remember that if you get frustrated."

"Being pure is part of the fun. Get out of here."

"I'll be back in a few hours. Have fun with your Uncle Matt and remember to be a good boy." Clay's mother said to him before she headed out, leaving Clay all alone with Uncle Matt.

"Hello Clay." Uncle Matt said, as he moved over to him.

"Hi." Clay said softly. He wasn't sure what to do now. This had never happened before.

Uncle Matt went and sat down on the couch next to Clay and he looked over at his tablet. "What are you watching?"

"A movie."

"What kind of movie?"

"History movie. I like history."

"I love history movies. Do you think we can watch it together?" Uncle Matt asked, as he sat back and put his arm over the back of the couch, sitting right next to Clay.

Clay gave an excited nod and he sat back and hit the play button once again. It was a few minutes later when Uncle Matt spoke.

"You know, I can't see it very well. Why don't you come and sit in my lap so we can both enjoy the movie?"

"Ok." Clay said, not really understanding the situation. He loved this movie and he thought his Uncle Matt would as well.

Uncle Matt picked Clay up and sat him down on his lap with Clay's butt against his crotch. He gave a dark smirk as Clay was completely oblivious to what was truly going on. Uncle Matt wrapped his arms around Clay's hips, placing his hands right on the top of his thighs. He was going to be enjoying the next few hours.

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Clay sat there shaking, crying and rocking back and forth on the couch as Uncle Matt got his pants done back up. He didn't know what he felt, how he felt, but he didn't like this feeling, whatever it was.

"I had fun today Little Clay. I can't wait until I can come back and we can play together again." Uncle Matt said.

Clay didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. He didn't want him coming back again. He didn't want to do any of that again. His mouth and his throat hurt. His belly felt all yucky after having to drink Uncle Matt's special juice. He didn't like this type of playing. Clay stayed where he was until he heard the door close. Only then did he slowly get up off the couch, grabbed his tablet and went over to his room. He closed the door and laid down on the ground. He turned the small flashlight on and held his against his chest as he curled up into a tight ball on his left side. He tapped on his tablet and spoke through the tears.

"Ms. Google, tell me a story, please."

"Ok. Once upon a time…."

Clay cried, as he listened to Ms. Google telling him a story. He let the comfort of her voice soothe him down and allowed his mind to focus on the story she was telling him.

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The guys were relaxing on the plane on the way back to the States. They had just finished up a week long mission and all of them were feeling pretty good about themselves. They were starting to gel as a team, learning how to operate with six guys again. They were learning how Ash operated and Ash was learning how they did. So far nothing really came up that was an issue. Ash seemed to be easy to get along with. They had no idea that Ash was keeping track of everything in his mind that he could use later against them. He wanted the top spot, but the only way he would be able to do that would be to get rid of Jason. Everyone respected Jason, but he also knew that there were plenty of people within the Upper Brass that didn't like him. He was a cowboy, he did what he wanted even if that meant that it went against what the Upper Brass wanted. His outside of the box thinking went against regulations and protocols on more than one occasion. He just needed to wait for the perfect opportunity, the perfect fuck up, for him to reach out to his connections to get Jason out of active duty. He knew that Sonny, Brock and Trent didn't want to take over as Bravo One. That just left Ray in his way, but he would figure out how to take care of him. The Bravo One position would be his and he was going to be getting there within the next six months.

"How's our newest little nephew doing?" Sonny asked, as he passed out some beer.

It took everything in Ash to keep his face neutral. He had been on the team for a month now and every day the guys were always asking how Clay was doing. Ash thought they would stop asking once him and Clay became old news, and yet it seemed like they were always interested in him. Trent was always asking about his breathing and if he had any seizures. Constantly checking in and offering to come by to check him out whenever he needed it. It was frustratingly annoying and it only fueled Ash's need to get rid of Clay once and for all. He had been waiting for when the work camp would come back with abn offer for Clay. He wasn't going to sell him for a low ball offer, he wanted to get as much for him as he could. He needed to try and recuperate some of the money he had to spend on the little bastard.

"He's fine."

"Any seizures or asthma attacks?" Trent asked.

"Not since we've been gone. He doesn't get them often." The last thing he needed was the guys worried about Clay's health. He wanted them to forget about Clay and move on. He never expected that the guys would be so hung up on Clay. He was just a kid, worthless and held no value to his life whatsoever. They shouldn't care about him. He needed to get the conversation off from Clay and onto someone one. "How's Emma and Mikey?"

"They're doing good. Emma has been busy with tests and Mikey has been busy with his hockey practice." Jason answered with a warm smile.

"Emma seems like a good girl. She really brought Clay out of his shell at the beach. He really liked being around her." Ash was far more interested in Emma compared to Mikey.

He still couldn't get the sight of Emma in her bikini out of his mind. It had often been in his dreams since that night. Whenever he jerked off, he brought up her image and what he would do to her. He couldn't stop thinking about the moans she would make, the screams he could get out of her. He bet she tasted real sweet and would beg for everything he could give to her. He needed to figure out a way to get to her, to earn her trust and maybe she would be feeling rebellious and seek him out. He would need to be careful with how he does it. He couldn't risk any of the guys finding out, especially Jason. That would ruin everything. He wanted Jason's job and that would never happen if the guys discovered he was sleeping with Jason's daughter. He was certain though that he could keep her quiet. If she felt like her parents were overprotective and being controlling, it would force her to rebel. She was a typical teenager afterall. She wanted freedom to explore who she was and her body. Ash was more than happy to show her just what her body could do.

"She liked hanging with Clay too. She's real good with kids, especially with getting them to open up and come out of their shell." Jason said proudly.

"Maybe she would be willing to babysit Clay or take him to a park sometime."

He wanted to get Emma away from the herd of alpha males. He needed her alone so he could start working on her. Even if that meant having to have Clay stick around to make that happen/

"Ya, she would love too." Jason said with an easy smile. He had no idea that Ash was planning something completely different for Emma.

Ash couldn't believe how easy it was. The one main flaw in Jason's logic on how he ran his team was trusting strangers. He felt like they were all brothers, that your family was their family and visa versa. Only that didn't change the fact that you were still strangers. That he was trusting these strangers around his children, his sixteen year old smoking hot daughter. Ash was confident that Jason would come to hate himself for it and he would regret it.

The conversation flowed easily onto another topic and Ash just went along with it. His mind was focused on other things, on Emma specifically and how he was going to play it all out. Before he knew it they were landing and he was pulling up to his apartment. He hated coming home, because that meant he would have to deal with Clay. It was Sunday so Clay would be back from his whore of a mother's place. Ash hated having to deal with Clay and he couldn't wait until he could get rid of him. For now, he would need to use him to try and get to Emma. Ash headed inside and he immediately saw Clay sitting on the couch crying. He was instantly pissed off and spoke as he went to grab a beer.

"What the fuck are you crying for?"

"Uncle Matt hurt me. He touched me and he made me put his thing in my mouth. Mommy said I had to play with Uncle Matt whenever he wanted." Clay cried, but it did nothing to Ash.

Ash instantly knew what Clay was talking about. He knew he should probably be pissed off about it, but he couldn't honestly care what happened to Clay. He told that bitch to abort him, but she refused. She thought it would make him pay her money. Clay caused him enough expenses he wasn't about to hand over anymore.

"She get money from him?" When Clay nodded his head Ash continued. "Then do as he fucking says. The more she gets the less I have to deal with her. Besides, you'll be sent to a work camp in Africa soon enough. You need to get used to sucking dick to please them over there."

"I don't want to." Clay cried harder and it only added to Ash's anger.

He threw an empty whiskey bottle at the wall right by Clay's head, just barely missing it. Clay screamed and curled up even tighter into himself.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't care what you want. You are going to do as your fucking told. Now get out of my sight."

Clay quickly grabbed his tablet and ran to his room. He curled up into a ball and continued to cry. He made sure to do it quietly so he didn't make Ash any angrier at him. Clay didn't know what he wanted, but he didn't want Uncle Matt to touch him anymore. He didn't want to be here, around anyone that could hurt him. He did the only thing he knew to do, he cried until he eventually fell asleep.