Fall swiftly sped through Stilwater and now the icy winds of December were awaken. Long gone were the bonfires and outdoor weekend parties that the Brotherhood frequently enjoyed. Everyone was mostly sticking to the indoors. Alyssa was nearing the heart of her second trimester and regardless of Matt's original reaction to looming fatherhood, he seemed to be more enthused of his son's birth than Alyssa. They had now decided to live with one another in Matt's house.
The bickering between the Ronin and the Brotherhood died down considerably at this point. Nevertheless, Shogo had listened to neither Jyunichi nor his father's advice, this time focusing on the 3rd Street Saints – who effectively knocked them down the totem pole once again. At this point, the fracture within the Ronin grew wider, particularly now that Kazuo Akuji had become terminally ill. All eyes were on his will. There was a silent war between Jyunichi and Shogo – a war to take Kazuo's position.
In spite of the dramatic calamity prancing around the Ronin, Maero and Emmalyn had grown significantly closer over the month. She spent substantial time with Maero. Hardly anyone questioned this as she had been promoted to co-leader. Anyone who had known Emmalyn before college, they would not have recognized her unless they were inside of the gang life. A few days following the meeting with Jyunichi and Shogo, she had her first canonizing in which she literally trounced her challenger, much to the surprise of many Brotherhood members. They often teased her of her sheer height.
A Brotherhood insignia was branded to her skin, her own black and crimson tribal tattoo. Her eyebrows pierced. The flames between her and Maero were becoming increasingly challenging to overlook and the only person who realized their incessant flirting was Alyssa, everyone else was unmindful.
"I'm telling you, you're a gotdamn cheater!" Emmalyn roared, feeling the urge to throw the Xbox 360 controller to the ground. "That's it, I'm done." She forfeited, crossing her arms and glaring at the Gears of War title screen. "Whatever you say, just admit the fact that I own your ass." He gloated, switching off the console. Emmalyn rolled her eyes and stood to rise from the couch, but Maero had other plans as he captured her waist, gingerly pulling her in his direction. "Stop sulking like a two year old." He grumbled their faces now inches apart. "I'm not pouting. I'm protesting the fact that you sir, are a cheater." She responded. Her voice was dissipating at the body heat that was emanating.
Flashing his stunning smile, she attempted to squirm from his powerful grip. "Stop fighting." He commanded pressing his lips intensely against hers. She closed her eyes, taking in every sense he provided. His touch drove her mad as the adrenaline raced throughout her body. He snaked his hands under her tank top, unlocking her bra and freeing the contents. Emmalyn instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the ever growing bulge. Emmalyn ran her fingers over his rippling muscles which were foolishly unrealistic at that moment. His thick scarlet hair tickled her chin and they continued to explore the other.
Somehow in this fit of passion, they arrived on the carpeted floor, undressed, Maero still holding reign over Emmalyn. Pinning her wrists above her head, she felt powerless. Maero had his lips caressing her as his fingers danced merrily in between her thighs. She could hardly say one word when the sensation of his fingers entered her. All she could do was moan as he hit the spot, making her wetter. He suddenly released her wrists, his tongue now calmly tasting her. Both hands were running through his hair, her hips were bucking. She yearned to yell out in ecstasy.
This man knew exactly where to touch, caress and tease. He stopped, grabbing her hips and positioning her directly on top of him. She understood the drill, easing his delicious member inside of her. Emmalyn's mother taught her to never give into lust, but how could she not when it was pleasurable? Eyes locked, each stroke brought them closer to grand orgasms. Both were panting heavily, their bodies releasing upon the other, neither of which could help but vocally express their emotions.
Emmalyn slid off of Maero, lying next to him, his lips attacking her fervently. "You know I have to go see my parents tonight." She giggled as Maero nibbled her ear. "I know, but I'm making you late on purpose. I already know what's going to happen." he replied, his hands still on her waist. She wiggled from his grasp and stumbled towards the shower. Maero was right behind her.
There she sat, nightfall had gobbled the neighborhood. Emmalyn was nervously sitting in her car. Slightly shaking, for a moment she couldn't bring herself to get out of the car. Staring at her parent's home, it was near the end of Christmas break and she still hadn't dropped her own bombshell. Emmalyn inhaled acutely and exhaled, opening the door, and getting out. Step by step, her heart fluttered as she arrived at the front door, ringing the bell. From the other side, she could hear her mother's tiny footsteps against the wooden floor. Slowly did she open the door, granting her youngest daughter access.
"It's so nice to see you, Emma!" Geraldine greeted happily, Emmalyn noticed how tired and worn her mother's face had become. "I've missed you as well. Is everything alright?" she questioned and embraced her mother. "Everything is just dandy sweetheart." She sighed, scooting in to front room. "Come, you're father and I want to speak with you." Emmalyn gulped silently and carefully walked behind her mother, turning the corner into the living room. Her father was already sitting on the couch, her mother plopped down beside him and her hands clasped in her lap. "I haven't seen you such a long time." Gerard uttered, pointing for her to sit on the opposite recliner.
"Yeah, I've been really busy lately." Emmalyn said, only telling half of the truth. Gerard peered intensely at his child, scrambling to find the words. "I see. Emmalyn, what happened?" he asked, catching her off guard. "Huh? What do you mean?" she answered, rubbing her sweaty hands on her jeans. "Let me see," he trailed off, "What I'm meaning to say is how come we received a letter in the mail from Stilwater University explaining that you had dropped the spring semester?" he berated, she could see a vein beginning to pulsate. Emmalyn kept silent. "Your mother and I didn't believe what we were reading. We thought it was a mistake. So, we drove to the admissions office ourselves only to be told that you actually had dropped out." He told her, his face swirling red.
"Explain to me, what in the world could you be doing with your life that's more important right now?" he yelled, nearly flying off the couch. Emmalyn began to tug at her jacket zipper and biting her lip. She still couldn't find the strength to come head to head with her father. "Do you think you want to know the truth?" she stammered and locking eyes with Gerard. "Hell yes I do!" he responded. "You don't. Trust me." She stated solidly. "Honey, just tell us. We'll try our best to understand." Her mother pleaded, holding onto Gerard's arm, trying to keep him calm.
Emmalyn laughed. "I highly doubt that. Let me show you the answer." She replied, standing up and taking off her jacket. She rolled the sleeves of her black long-sleeve shirt, exposing the reality. The silence tore through the household. Geraldine began to cry silently, Gerard sat with his mouth slightly parted. "You see this?" she asked, "This is why." Gerard rose quickly from the couch, pointing at his child. "We gave you everything. We did what was best for you!" he snapped, mouth foaming. "Oh, really? Did you ever stop and ponder that this might be fate's way of repaying you for all the times you stuck your cock in someone OTHER than mom?" she revealed and by this time Geraldine was balling hysterically.
"You have no right to speak of that! You're still the child in this family, I don't give a damn what gang you join or how old you are!" Gerard shouted and made his way over to Emmalyn. He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Get your damn hands off of me!" she protested, shoving him away from her. Emmalyn paced to the front door passageway, her parents behind her. "So what did Maero do? Fuck you so good you just became insane?" Gerard antagonized. "Get your shit straight, I was bangin' with the Brotherhood long that happened." She snapped. Gerard's fists were clinched. "So you admit it, you're fuckin' the boss of a gang. Christ Emmalyn, I thought you were more intelligent than your sister." he yelled to the ceiling.
"Fuck you! Unlike Eliza, I didn't fuck my way to the top." She reacted and with this, her father landed a heavy hand to her cheek. "I didn't raise you for this shit. You or Eliza!" Emmalyn held her cheek, glowering at her father. "Go fuck yourself." Were the last words she ever spoke to the man.