EroticReverie

Axl

At the garage, working under a hood of a car that costs more than all my brothers vehicles combined, I lift my head, looking out the bay door, as if I could fucking sense her. 

Across the street, I see her. It's a little afternoon, and she's back in the Swamps. She never stays away too long. I watch her as she puts her younger sister up on the mechanical horse that rocks back and forth. She drops in a quarter and the machine jerks to life and her little sister squeals with laughter. 

Her little sister Violet, is the same age and Mick. 

I look at the two of them, Liviana looks more like her mom. Violet looks more like their father. My eyes go to Liviana's legs, her little strappy heels, the way her calves flex, in heels drives me fucking crazy. My dick twitches just a bit, as my eyes climb up her tanned legs, to her short shorts. Watching the slightly fading color of her skin as I get closer to the hem of her shorts. How pale is she where the sun doesnt touch her? Gibson knows. I want to know too. So does Sid. So does Crue. and Cash. and Jett. Jagger. All seven of us, want to know that girls body. But she's too fucking young. She was before, and still is now. Even if she's legal. She's too fucking young. I'd had no god damn idea how old she was the first time I saw her. I'd assumed legal. But i'd assumed wrong. But learning she was only fifteen at the time, didnt stop me from looking. It couldnt stop me, nothing could stop me from looking at her. Im not proud of it. But thats the fucking truth. I looked at Liviana Love LaCroix, any fucking chance I got. Everyone did, not just my brothers, fucking everyone. 

Even right now, my eyes flick to the next store front, and I see the man whose car I'm working on, walk out of the diner, his eyes catching on Liviana. He stops, turns and walks over. My hands stop lift from the engine and I grab my towel, ducking out from under the hood to watch. Does he know her? He looks like he knows her. 

I watch her body language. She knows him alright. But she doesnt like him. 

He's somewhere in his forties, probably nearing fifty, and dressed like he's daddy fucking Warbucks. A three piece suit, clean shave on his face, except for the bushy mustache under his upper lip, thick but neatly trimmed, his thinned out hair, combed to hide his receding hair line. 

I watch him stand close to her, theyre talking, I dont know about what. It's not her father. She likes her father. She doesnt like this guy. Plus I know who her father is anyways, that's not him. One of his friends? His face and name are familiar, but I dont know much about him. He's not one of the guys I normally see whenever I have to be in the Heights, but he looks like them, like the kind of guy I wish I could feed to the gators. 

My jaw clenches as he shifts and places a hand at her lowers back, leaning to speak into her ear, his hand going down, down. My teeth hurt as I clench them even harder, watching him place his hand over her ass. He rubs her right cheek, in a small little circle. Grabbing it. 

I throw down my towel and go to storm out of the fucking garage, and hand shoots out. My eyes turning to my brother Jett. He's thirty one, two years younger than me. He shakes his head. 

"she's not our fucking problem." He says, his eyes glaring at me, shaking his head. 

"Go work on the audi, I've got this one" he says giving me a shove towards the other side of the garage.

"I'm almost done with this one" I nod to the fuckers car. 

"Yeah, and you'll probably fucking cut his brakes if I let you keep working on it. Go to the Audi." he says and I growl at him. 

I look back at the guy, he's walking across the street, my lip snarls, as I see Liviana look after him, as she pulls her little sister off the still running horse. Her sister whines slightly, Liviana's eyes catch mine. She grabs her sisters hand. I glare at her, I glare at the guy. Then back at her. 

She shakes her head once. 

I never talk to her. But she must see it in my eyes, must know I saw that old fucker touching her. 

"Dont god damnit" Jett hisses as I walk out of the bay and onto the lot and towards the man. But Im not going to him. I do however let my shoulder hit him hard as I walk right past him. 

"Hey! Watch it you little shit!" He yells at me. Little because im younger, definitely not because Im taller. Little because Im Swamp and he's Heights. Little because he thinks he's better than me. I keep walking past him though and right to Liviana who's turning around and starting to walk away.

"Dont you fucking walk away from me, get back here." I say, stepping onto the sidewalk. She looks behind her, already in front of the next store front. She pauses, her head turning again, and she stops as I stand there. Drawing attention of other people , but not giving a shit. 

"Who is that?" Violet looks up to her sister, as they both turn around. 

"He's big." Violet says without a filter, in the way that little kids do. 

"Yeah." Liviana agrees. 

I'm the tallest of me and my brothers, at six foot six. I only beat Jett and Jagger by an inch though. 

"Who was that?" I ask, walking towards her, she looks across the street for a split second and back at me. 

"who was who?" she asks. 

"Dont play stupid with me Liviana. Who the fuck is that man to you?" I growl. 

"he's nobody" she says at the same time her little sister answers.

"That's Uncle Dennis!" she says and points to the man across the street.

I growl, my hands curling into fists.

"Violet, he's not our Uncle" Liviana says. 

I narrow my eyes.

"Yes he is" Violet argues.

I cock my brow at Liviana, she rolls her eyes and sighs. 

"It's...it's really none of your business who he is Axl." she says. She was going to explain, then decided against it. 

"It's my business when he's in my town, putting his hands all over-"

She cups her sisters ears, I shut my mouth, she glares at me. 

"When he comes into my town...doing what I just saw him do. It's my fucking business." I bite out. 

"Im eighteen, it hardly matters." she says. 

"I dont give a fucking if you're forty....nobody puts their fucking hands on a girl that isnt theirs to touch." I growl. 

She huffs.

"Oh really?" she says. Still cupping her sisters ears as her sister tells her to stop covering her ears and tries tor emove Liviana's hands. 

"Is that why when your brother had me against my car this morning, groping me, you didnt give a shit?" she hisses. 

"That's different." I growl at her. She blinks and scoffs.

"Please, enlighten me how that's any fucking different than-"

"Because your OURS" I growl and she jerks her head back. Her mouth hanging open.

"You...belong to us. Your Gibsons girl. So you belong to us now too." he growls. 

"Im not his girl...we...just..." 

"Your his and you know it. Your ours. Been ours." I say, looking at her lips. She licks them. And I know were both thinking the same thing. That kiss. That kiss three years ago, when I'd pulled a girl who I thought was eighteen, into the shed and kissed her. Touched her in the dark. The girl I'd slid a finger inside of as she rode my hand and came with her mouth pressed to mine. The girl I'd learned the next morning, was Liviana LaCroix, fucking fifteen years old. 

I never touched her again. Never let her catch me looking at her again. Never talked to her again. Till now. Not even while Gibson was bringing her to bed for the past six months. I didnt want to talk to her, because I couldnt.

"Livvyyyyy" he sister whines. Livian huffs. She walks back to the mechanical horse, lifts her sister back and , digs in her back shorts pocket and throws another quarter in and the girl grabs the plastic reigns and giggles as the whir and creak of the machine drowns out our voices to Violet as we step to the side. 

"You havent even talked to me since-"

"You know why. Now answer me. Who the fuck is he to you?" I say, cuttingher off, not even going to go there withher. She knows why I havent talked to her, shes not fucking stupid. 

She rolls her eyes. "He's NOT our uncle....he's just.....he's always been around since she was little...so that's what she calls them , she calls them her uncles" she says. 

"Them?" I ask. She lifts her eyes to me, and they go wide a moment, and then she schools her face. 

"Just...any of my fathers friends." she says with a shrug. 

"why is yours fathers friend grabbing your ass?" I ask. 

"He didnt grab m-"

"Dont you fuckin lie to me. I'm not blind. I know what I fucking saw. So answer me." he warns, his voice so fucking quiet, yet still deep and I swallow. My nipples prick as he steps closer, and my mouth opens to answers him, but my chin just bobs a bit before I shut my mouth. 

"He's.....just a little handsy sometimes. It's nothing" she says, shaking her head. 

I look over to the guy, talking to my brother Jett. 

"He kisses her, I see it!" Violet chirps with a giggle and Liviana snips at Violet. 

"Violet!" she hisses and Violet giggles, not understanding what she's saying. 

"She kisses all our uncles, Daddy makes her" Violet says. and I see..fucking...red. 

"Axl, Dont!" she grabs my fucking forearm as I go to head across the street. 

"Axl, stop it!" she screeches, my brother looking over the bastards shoulder, his eyes going wide, then guiding the fucker into the shop, into the little lobby, away from me. 

"Axl!" Her voice shrieks. I stop , panting , turning in the middle of the street, littered with fucking potholes.

"Dont, just don't , okay?" she cries. there's tears on her cheeks. 

"How long?" I growl through my teeth. 

She shakes her head. 

"How...fucking....long.....has your father been pimping you out Liviana?" I whisper, so only she can hear me. 

"Axl, I...just...please....dont say anything...to anyone...please...dont do anything...please" she pleads with me, her nails digging half moons into my skin. 

"please....don't" she shakes her head. I swallow hard. Looking at her. Looking to Violet.

"Does he.....does Violet..." 

"no!" she shakes her head. "no, i swear, id never let them touch her, id kill them before they ever touched her" she says. 

Violet is only five. But for guys that buy underage girls, I wasnt sure they had any fucking limits, and if she told me that they were doing anything to Violet, I would murder every single one, right along with her father. I was already going to, for them putting their fucking hands on her. 

"We will talk about this later." I growl at her. 

"Promise me you wont say anything to anyone.....they cant know Axl, please, I dont want Gibson to know, I dont want any of them knowing. Please" she cries and I step to her, cupping her face. Her head tipped back, tears streaming. God, she's so fucking pretty. 

"Please, promise me, please" she shakes her head. "Sid already thinks im a whore....they all do, i know what they'll say if they find out...please" she cries aand I push a thumb over her mouth and my nostrils flare.

"shh." I hush her and she keeps crying. 

"Shh" I whisper again. "I promise." 

She chokes on her cries. "really?" she blinks up at me. 

I nod once.

"dont do anything to him either....he's....he's got more money than fucking god, and he'll hurt you.." 

I smirk slightly. I liked her being worried about me gettinghurt. I liked it a lot. Too much. 

"I wont do anything to him....today." I say and watch the second of relief in her face, turn to worry and she shakes her head.

"Get your sister. Let's go." I say and nod to the little girl on the mechanical horse, slapping the quarter box trying to make it go again.

"Go where?" She sniffs. 

"Your fathers house." I say.

"Axl, you cant say anything to my father, hes not even home anyways, but you cant say anything to him-"

"Good, because were not going to speak to your father. We're going to pack your shit. You're coming home. And so is she." I nod to her little sister.

"What?" she blinks, swiping tears off her face.

"I cant bring her with me, he'll throw a fit if I leave-"

"I think we'll find your father will be far more compliant with what goes down, when he knows I know what he's been making you do. He doesnt have a leg to fucking stand on. Now let's fucking go." 

"Livvy, gimmie another quarter!" Violet whines. 

"Wanna go get ice cream?" I ask the little girl. 

"yeah!" she says and goes to slide off the horse, and I walk over and grab her off it. Hitching her to my hip. Liviana looks at me. 

"Axl..." she says. 

"What kind of ice cream you want kiddo?" I ask Violet.

"Mint chocolate chip!" she throws a small fist into the air with excitement as I walk by Liv, towards her car. 

"That tastes like toothpaste kid." I say and Violet laughs.

"Thats what Livvy says too. I like toothpaste!" she says and I smirk at her shaking my head. 

"Youre a weird one arent ya?" I ask and then set her down and stick my hand out to Liv. 

"Keys LaCroix." I say, folding my hand , gesturing for her to give them up. 

"You cant even fit in this car." She says, cheeks still wet, but slaps them in my hand. I smile at her. 

"get in." I nod to the other side as i open the back door and put Violet in her booster.