Song: Who we are- Imagine Dragons

It didn't take long to heal from all the bruises that he left behind. I look back on that night and I don't blame him at all from being so upset and pissed off at me. First of all I was drinking way before I got that call about my mom. I should have called him or Ashton to take me to the hospital. I should have never gotten behind the wheel drunk.

 When she died, I was more pissed than anything. I guess because a part of me was hoping that she would have been alright and I could mend things between us. I could have changed the way she felt about me, remind her of who I was before...her little boy. However even right then before she died...she only thought of him. I would always be second.

I didn't really want to go to the funeral but Zane said that I needed to just to tell her bye for good. So I went and saw distant relatives. I kept to myself and sat in the back row. Ashton drove me to the graveyard and I forced myself to get out to tell her my final goodbye. I left her a black orchid...one of her favorites.

That has been over a month ago. I don't think much of my mom these days. Every now and then she may pop up in my head but it was very rarely that it happened. I tried to focus more on my life now. I put all my time and energy into working out, getting bigger, stronger and doing the job. Whatever Zane needed me to do that is what I did. I would never disobey or go against him again. I knew what he expected out of me.

 I started falling into his footsteps more and more becoming just like him. The only thing that I didn't do is treat women like he did. I never mind going to the Clubs and having a little fun. I actually enjoyed hooking up with a girl and leaving right after only because I didn't want to fall in love again. My heart was already shattered by the thought of being in love and I will never ever have those feelings again.

Zane not only likes having sex, he likes the torture behind it. He likes being dominating over a woman. He loves inflicting pain on them. That was not me and would probably never be me. So while we are here at the Club tonight at first I just sit back and watch the pretty girls up on the stage. I enjoy watching them shake their hips and glide up and down on the poles. I enjoy the pure fact of their silky smooth bodies rubbing against each other. Watching them makes me go hard in seconds.

I order a beer instead of whiskey and I plan on limiting myself to only three...maybe four depending on what all is going on. I will not get plastered that is for sure. Ashton sits beside me drinking a beer. He always limits himself to two. Marcus is on the other side of me and he is on his second beer. I'm sure he will drink a few more before the night is over. And then Zane...he is already in a room in the back. This is where he comes to get the satisfaction that he needs.

I'm on my third beer when the little blonde comes over to our table. She places one foot between my legs to stand on the chair and then proceeds to step up onto the table. Her pretty blonde hair curls nicely down her back against her sweet tanned ass. She sways to the music up and down very seductavley and my mouth starts to water. After a few seconds of watching her, I can't take it any longer I stand up reaching for her hand. I motion for her to get down and when she is standing right next to me, I whisper in her ear, "Let's go to the back."

Her eyes flicker of excitement as she grabs my hand and pulls me to the back. All the girls here know who we are and they know that we leave them good money. I have made my round with most of them but there are still a few that I have not been with...like the one that only sees Zane. It's like he has made a mark on her. When we come she is his go to girl. If for some reason she is not here he will pick one of the others but only the ones that actually enjoy his torment.

The room is painted a faint green color and there is one small lamp in the corner beside the bed. The bed has silky black sheets on it and she makes her way over to it and climbs up and then while on her knees she turns to me. The music from the front of the house sets the mood for back here. I walk up to her and grab her behind the neck and pull her into me to kiss her sweet cherry red lips. She moves her hands along my sides and down towards my jeans. I let her fumble with the button until it is undone and then I hear the zipper going down.

I continue to kiss her lips and then trail down her neck as she pulls my pants down past my hips. When they are down far enough I grab a hold of her hands and force her to turn around while she is still on her knees. I push her forward making her fall to her hands and now she is down in front of me doggy style. I take one hand and push her down so that her stomach hits the mattress and her ass is high up in the air for me. I enter her and she lets out a soft moan. I pump into her a few times and then take the one hand that is holding her down and wrap her hair around it to pull her back to me.

I keep ramming into her, making her moan each time a little louder. Once I slap her on the ass but that is the extent of me being hard on her. I can feel myself wanting to go but I will not release myself inside of her. I pull out and she quickly turns around to face me. She has this wicked little smile on her face as she gets down on her knees to finish me off as I hold on to her head. I start to grunt and I try to hold back but there is no use I am going and there is nothing stopping it. She doesn't mind though as I look down at her she is licking her lips and smiling from ear to ear.

 I pull my jeans back up and zip the zipper and fasten the button. I dig for my wallet in my back pocket and hand her five one hundred dollar bills. She just smiles back at me. "Thanks."

I don't say anything as I open the door and walk out. I walk by the room that Zane is still in. The door is all the way closed but I can hear the girl behind the door moaning. I can hear him telling her to shut the fuck up as the whip comes back around. I can hear the sting against her bare body. I ignore the rest of it as I walk back into the front part and sit down with the guys.

 I order one more beer...my forth and last. We sit and wait for Zane to get finished and once he is done we all head back home. When we get back we all go our separate ways to our rooms. The moment I hit the bed I am out for the night.

The next day I get up and get ready. By the time I walk into the kitchen everyone is already there eating. I love when Marian fixes breakfast. She is like one of the most amazing cooks ever and it's like she always knows what I am craving. Today scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. I have never asked how she came to work for him and even if I did ask I have a feeling that she wouldn't tell me the truth.

Same thing with Phillip, he mostly keeps to himself but I know he will never talk either. It's like Zane picked people at random to help him...people he knew that would never betray him. Of the time that I have been here he has never raised his voice at either one of them. I wonder if he did in the beginning and now he had no reason to like with Ashton and Marcus. Rarely ever did any of them have any confrontation with each other. It seemed like it was always with me.

 I think I just had a lot of learning to do...I needed discipline. I look around the table as I eat with all of them and think to myself that this is exactly where I belong...this is my new family.