My Three Step Uncles Want Me (The Alcatraz Brothers)

　　ALEX

　　"I don't care. I don't fucking care, Conor. I'm sick and tired of this wretched life with you! Either you get your ass out there and find the life of luxury you promised me, or I leave with the kids, and you're never going to see us again!!"

　　Those were the last words I heard of Mom's yelling as I closed the door and walked away from the house. It's been like that all week, as she kept giving Dad a hard time. Things were getting worse, especially with Nick, my brother, being sick.

　　The cold air bit at my cheeks as I walked briskly along the sidewalk toward the subway.

　　"Hey, Alex!"

　　My headphones weren't very loud, so I could hear the voice call out my name. I turned around, and a car was approaching me with the headlights on. Soon, it pulled up in front of me, and the door opened.

　　The greatest asshole I've ever known stepped out, wearing that smirk I once thought was charming and having that arrogant aura that made him a fucking jackass. Why the fuck did I ever love him?!

　　"Get out of my way, Noah," I said briskly, walking past him. But he ran after me, pulling me back and grabbing my arms.

　　"We need to talk, Alex. You can't fucking brush me off like we never happened!"

　　They say first love is eternal, and you tend to love the person forever. Well, that's a fucking lie.

　　Once upon a time, I loved Noah Wyat, and I may have even considered giving up my virginity to him, but right now, looking straight into his eyes, all I felt was overwhelming disgust. The type that stirs your stomach.

　　"Let me give you a ride," He offered.

　　"Go fuck yourself," I blasted him, yanking myself away from his grip. "Or better still, go fuck Esthel. That works better for you, right?"

　　Esthel was my best friend and the girl he cheated on me with. They both did me so dirty, and I feel so stupid for ever trusting them.

　　"It's not that simple, Alex!" He said with a hiss, heatedly coming after me. "So what if I fucked her? That doesn't mean I love her!"

　　"I can't believe what a jackass you are, Noah. To think I ever loved you!" I broke into a sprint, determined to get to the subway.

　　"Loved?!" He repeated, aggressively pulling my arm and forcing me to halt. His eyes flashed with fury. And there was something unhinged about it.

　　"Let me go…"

　　"Loved? Hell, no, babe. You still fucking love me. That can't ever change. You hear me?" He grabbed my waist, crashing my body into his.

　　"Let me go, Noah," I squirmed in his grip, fisting my hands against his chest. "I don't love you anymore, and I don't care if you fuck every girl you meet. Just let me go!"

　　"For real, babe. You shouldn't beat yourself up if I fuck another girl. How long have we dated? What, three months? And you wouldn't let me fuck you. I couldn't even tease your goddamn pussy. How the hell was I supposed to deal with that?"

　　"What?" My response was low and self-judging. "Are you saying it was my fault you turned out to be a fucking cheat?"

　　"The truth hurts, right? But c'mon, it is what it is. You wouldn't let me touch you. A guy got needs, you know?" He nuzzled my neck, bringing me closer to him.

　　Yeah, I denied him the right to fuck me, but we were only a few months old. And I did plan on giving it to him on the day I gave him a surprise visit. But there she was, riding his bloody cock and screaming down the roof.

　　"I'm sorry if you felt neglected, but that's never a good reason for fucking my best friend. There are a million girls out there, Noah. Why did it have to be her?!" My rage was back, and I pushed him away from me.

　　"Fine. I'm sorry, alright?! But you and I ain't over until I say so. You can't fucking dump me. You have no rights!"

　　Sorry. My ass. He didn't sound the least apologetic.

　　With a deep breath, I said, "I'm sorry, Noah. But I already did. You and I are over. Stop following me!"

　　I tried walking away again, but he pulled me back. I lost my cool and kicked his crotch. He let out a painful wince, coiling up and pinning his knee on the ground.

　　I ran as fast as I could, ignoring his threats to kill me and cut out my pussy. What a jerk!

　　I ran into the subway and boarded the train. My heart was racing like it was part of a marathon. Noah Wyatt had just lost his mind. I had to steer clear of him. Maybe get a pepper spray or a Taser. He looked fucking insane. There's no telling what he would do the next time we met.

　　I arrived at the nightclub an hour late and quickly hurried to the back to change into my working outfit.

　　Gilda walked in just as I finished wearing my black, lacy top, a red bra, a short, black sort, and a knee-high red boot. I applied an ample amount of red lipstick on my lips. A typical seductress, except I'm not here for the cocks.

　　"Hey," Gilda smiled, leaning against my locker. She was the only friend I had now and the one who got me this job. She has some shady connections that I don't know of, and I'd rather not know. And so far, she's proven to be trustworthy. Not a backstabber like Esthel.

　　"I'm so sorry I'm late. Did you cover for me?" I asked with pouty lips.

　　"Of course I did. No one has noticed your absence, but they will soon, so you should get out there already,"

　　"Thank you so much, girl," I gave her a quick hug. I was almost running out, but then I stopped and turned again. "Would you be so kind as to give me a thousand dollars out of my savings?" Gilda helps me hold the salaries I get from working here. I couldn't take them home. Mother does spring cleaning in our rooms every day. She might bump into the cash, and it would stir up trouble.

　　"Sure, girl. It's your money. But can I ask what you need it for?"

　　"Nicky. He has a fever. I wanna pick up a few drugs for him on my way back home," A lump formed in my throat, but I quickly swallowed it.

　　"I'm so sorry," She sighed. "I wanted to ask, have you spoken to Esthel? Did you two work things out?"

　　"Esthel and I have nothing to talk about, and I would appreciate it if you don't bring her up anymore. Later, girl." I gave her a peck and went to work.

　　Two hours in, and I was feeling fucking exhausted. My six-inch sculptured heeled boot was straining my ankle, and I couldn't wait to get off the clock by 10 pm.

　　I picked up the glasses from a table, placed them on the tray I held, and made my way back to the counter when a firm hand grabbed my arm.

　　"Alex,"

　　Shit!