Taboo Perfect Storm Novel – PIPER I was forced to marry a man I didn’t even know, he was old enough to be my father. A contract. A promise. Marriage. My two brothers, the men who are supposed to protect me, they’ve both treated me like nothing more than chattel. “You’ll be marrying one of the men in this club. You are his forever. Do you understand that?” ITCH Piper is f-cking beautiful. She’s too f-cking young for me, though. Eighteen f-cking years old. I’m old enough to be her g-ddamn father. But the thought of someone else touching her, having her—keeping her—fills me with f-cking rage. I can’t let anyone else even look at her, let alone touch her. There’s something about her. I can’t let the memory of her go. I can’t let her go.
PIPER I haven’t been told what is going to happen to me, but there have been whispers, and I listen when I hear them. A contract. A promise. Marriage. Those are the things I’ve heard, and I have a feeling it’s true and it’s all about me. I know Raul would have no problem handing me off for whatever advantage he could gain. He’s all about what gets him where he wants to be. Dutch, my other brother, had zero qualms about trading me on my eighteenth birthday, for whatever he got from Cyrus. I didn’t know what awaited me after Cyrus was finished, but I didn’t want to find out, either, and I’m glad I never did. My brothers are both all about anything that gives them a boost in life. Whatever gets them ahead. It’s not about me. It’s about them. And that is the way it will always be. I’m not sure which one is worse. Raul is leaving me to these men, without truly knowing them.
But then there’s Dutch, the way he allowed a man like Cyrus to do what he did to me. My two brothers, the men who are supposed to protect me, they’ve both treated me like nothing more than chattel. It shouldn’t surprise me because my father raised them to be this exact way. My mother was nothing more than an object to him. All women were, which is what he taught my brothers. Raul is in the conference type room where these men hold all their meetings. The door is closed, and it must be padded or something because I can’t hear what they’re saying, no matter how hard I try. I’m not sure how long I stand against the wall, trying to blend in with the darkness there, trying to take everything in, straining to hear even a single word from inside that room, when the door opens and Raul stomps out. He doesn’t leave, though. He turns to me, his eyes wide, almost panicked, as he stares at me for a moment.
Then, without a word, he closes the distance between us. I am unable to look away as my heart slams against my chest watching him approach me. Holding my breath, I continue to stare at him, waiting for him to scream at me or hit me. Whatever it is he’s going to do, because he is looking at me, and it’s clear he is filled with rage. I just don’t know who he is going to focus that on. It’s typically me, so I brace myself. He neither strikes nor yells at me. Instead, he clears his throat and turns his head to the side before he slowly brings his gaze back to meet mine. The anger dissipates, and I’m left feeling extremely uneasy as he continues to stay silent. His gaze connects with mine for a long moment. Then he finally speaks. “You’ll be marrying one of the men in this club. You are his forever. Do you understand that?” I don’t know why he thinks I’m such an idiot. He should know I’m smarter than most girls my age.
I may only be eighteen, but he raised me after all. He should know this. Even before he went to jail, I was smarter than he ever gave me credit for. “Iunderstand a lot of things,” I say, arching a brow as I stare at him, wondering if he’s going to even say a f-cking word about what Dutch did to me, about what he wanted to do to me. “Don’t f-ck this up, Piper. We are on thin ice with them as it is. Dutch is done for if he doesn’t get his sht together. Don’t let your blood spill next.” Without another word, he turns from me and marches away. I watch his back as he leaves and assume this will probably be the last time I see my own brother. I have a million things I could say to him, but I decide against it. He wouldn’t care what I said or thought anyway. He never has.
Once Raul is gone, I observe the other men as they file out of the meeting room. They are mostly all taken and seem to be in love with their women. I’ve been watching them. Their women are gorgeous as they move around the place. I haven’t met any of them yet. I don’t think they would want to meet me. I’m this bruised creature that was brought in and dumped in the corner. That slave-wh-re who was found crawling around on my hands and knees wearing scraps of fabric. I wouldn’t want me around my husband either, or to get to know me—ever. I understand, and I don’t feel any kind of bad blood toward them. Just my presence is this taboo thing that should be ignored. I knew they wouldn’t allow me to stay here rent-free, skulking in the shadows forever. I just didn’t know exactly what the payment would be. I’m surprised it’s this, a marriage, and not one of the women who freely gives her body to any of these men who wish to have it. However, nothing is ever free. ITCH Piper is f-cking beautiful.
She’s too f-cking young for me, though. Eighteen f-cking years old. I’m old enough to be her g-ddamn father. I shouldn’t have demanded it was mewho married her. It should have been one of the new members, a kid her own f-cking age. But the thought of someone else touching her, having her—keeping her—fills me with f-cking rage. Maybe it makes me just as sick as Cyrus, me wanting to keep her. But I can’t let anyone else even look at her, let alone touch her. There’s something about her. I can’t let the memory of her go. I can’t let her go. She was so f-cking caring in a situation where she didn’t have to be, but it’s not just that. It’s that she appears as though she’s lost. I see it in her eyes. I know it, because I’ve been lost my whole life. When I look at her, I find that same expression that stares at me in the mirror’s reflection, except she’s a much prettier, younger version than me. I lift my hand and motion for a beer. The prospect delivers, and I wonder how in the f-ck I’m going to make it work with this girl.
She is that, too. Although she looks like a woman in every sense a woman can, she is only eighteen f-cking years old. I am a godd-mn pervert. I sure as sht do not deserve her, that’s for godd-mn sure. But she’s mine anyway. At least she will be in name. Past that, I’m not sure what will happen. But I want everything to happen. I want to have her, to keep her, to claim her in every way I can. “You sure you want to be tied down to this b-tch who has zero f-cking clue about this life? And with Dutch and Raul as her brothers, can she even be trusted?” Volt asks. “And what the f-ck happens when we end them both for f-cking us over?” “Got no clue,” I murmur. “On both points. If I’m sure I want to do this or if she can be trusted. I know she’s too f-cking young for me.” Volt snorts. “That part I don’t worry about. Young just means you can have what you want. You can create your woman.”
I don’t tell him that sounds boring as f-ck. I got no desire for a breathing blowup doll. Every sweet butt at the clubhouse is just that. I can have it any minute of any day. It’s not that exciting. Standing, I drop the conversation. It doesn’t matter. None of it f-cking matters. She’s mine, and whatever happens, that’s what’s meant to be. Call it fate or some sht. “Itch,” a sultry voice calls out. I look behind me and see Thunder standing a few feet away in nothing but her signature thong, big t-ts and -ss exposed to the whole room. Human blowup doll. Except, I genuinely like Thunder. She’s a nice person. She’s more than just her parts, although that’s all she’s really used for. “Yeah?” She grins, lifts her hand, and motions for me to come closer to her. I do. She places her palm against my chest, and without a single word, she sinks down to her knees in the middle of the clubhouse bar and reaches for my belt. I don’t stop her. Lifting the beer to my lips, I take a pull from the bottle before I dip my chin and watch her suck my c-ck.