Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
Nira froze; her stomach dropped releasing the fluttering wings of butterflies. Nira was in shock; her body pulsated as the words echoed through out her being. All she could do was stare at him speechlessly. His smirk when he pulled away screamed he already knew.
Her face always gave away everything to him, others may not be able to call her bluff and see through her blank expression but all Tate saw was an endless canvass of secrets revealing themselves, making what needed to be known to him available with just a spark in her eye, the curve of her lip, the wrinkles in her forehead as her brow scrunches in, anything she ever tried to hide shown clearly behind her stormy eyes.
"Tate I…" Her words fell short upon deaf ears as the door broke open.
Constance standing there, fuming at the mouth, body shaking in rage and an emotion neither could quite grasp. Tate instinctively stood in front of Nira, blocking and shielding her of what ever may happen.
"Yes mother?" Tate was cold, his words calculating.
His eye's never left Constance, his black orbs offering a challenge.
"How dare you fornicate and carry on in such a perverse, devious manner with such filth in my house." Her southern drawl was slurred, from rage or alcohol. It became so much the same one could rarely tell the difference.
"Are you really going to lecher me on proper etiquette? Just because you can hold your chin up high when you lay on your back and spread your legs for whatever you want makes you know more of a lady then the whore sucking cock for five dollars."
The slap echoed the room, followed by sound of Tate's body hitting the ground. He had not anticipated the shear force his mother had invoked when she shoved him. The kick Constance gave knocked the wind out of Tate.
"Enough!" Larry stood outside the door, looking over the spectacle before him.
"This is going to stop now. We are a family. Some of you may not like that."
Larry looked down at Tate before locking eyes with Nira. "But you will act accordingly and treat each other the proper way."
Tate laughed in pain as he looked demonically possessed as he clenched his soar ribs. "And how exactly will that be?"
Larry walked over to Constance grabbing her and pulling her back before she could kick Tate again. "Like siblings, your mother and I will be married in the next few months. If and I say if Nira will continue to live here and be apart of this family you will follow the rules. You will treat her as you would Addi."
Tate looked dumbfounded, completely taken back by the ignorance and whacked reality this man before him was trying to create. "So you want us all to act like one big happy family? Pretend your wife didn't kill herself and your daughters in the room down the hall or how you both are responsible for the death of my brother? Pretend that you're not an adulterous traitor that turned his back on his family for a cock sucker?"
He looked at Constance as the words left his mouth like bile, leaving a nasty taste in his mouth.
"Or pretend that I haven't fucked my sister." he made quotations with his fingers as he said sister, looking at the shell shocked figure of Nira.
"Making her scream, moan and whimper my name over and over." His eyes dragged up the length of her body. Memorizing every inch of her, never to forget how she looked and made him feel.
Larry looked at his daughter with distaste before holding Constance's hand. "Your hurtful melodramatics do not phase us. We are in love and will have a happy existence with or with out you. One way or the other you can choose to cooperate or be made to comply."
Larry kissed the top of Constance's hand, gazing at her longingly. What was the power this woman had to put such a hold on men? "Larry, my love."
Her words purred out, turning the stomach of Tate, making the hair on his arms stand on end. "You think it wise to have her here?"
Larry pulled away from Constance, walking over to Nira pulling her to him by her hair. "You have no idea how disappointed I am in you." She flinched from the sting of her hair being ripped by the force of the fistful he had grabbed.
The force knocked her off balance; he began to drag her from the room. Nira grabbed onto Larry's wrists, franticly trying to relieve the pressure from her hair being pulled. Tears burned her eyes as the bittersweet agony hit her that the man who was suppose to be her father, protector and provider was physically dragging her across the room by her hair.
Tate lunged at Larry to be blocked by Constance, the impact of her fist more shocked him then hurt. "You go after her I will kill her myself. Mark my words boy this ends here now."