Left Field Love
Beautiful Fiend: Chapter 8

“That’s it for today, everyone. Make sure to hand in your essay before you leave.”

I fish the sheet out of my bag and hurry to our professor’s desk, dropping it there before I head out.

Writing essays about the history of mathematics isn’t exactly my passion, but it’s something I chose. I want all chances on my side when I eventually apply to be a math teacher.

It’ll happen one day. Once I’m out of this shithole of a town.

In the meantime, I need to make money. I hop in my car and put on Gucci Coffin by Josh A and iamjakehill so loud it practically shatters my windows. Then I floor it all the way to Stoneview. I can’t afford to be late for any tutoring lessons.

The rich kids eye my shitty car as I drive past their prep school so I lower my window and offer them my ringed middle finger. I hear one of the girls in a group talk to her friend as I’m forced to stop at a red light.

“That’s Caden King,” a tall blonde one says.

“He’s part of a gang. Did you know?” the other adds.

“So hot,” the third concludes.

“I would literally give my left kidney to attend a North Shore party,” the first one starts again.

Ah fuck. They’re gonna talk to me, aren’t they? I tap my finger on the wheel as I pray for that light to turn green before they reach my car.

No such luck, sadly.

“Hey, you’re Caden, right?” the blonde one asks as she leans a hip on my car and rests a hand on my door so I can’t put up the window.

I lick my lips and give her a smile. “At your service, Stoneview princess.”

She rolls her eyes, pretending not to be affected. “Don’t you tutor Harry Malone?”

“That’s right. Gotta make honest money somewhere.”

“I’m really struggling with math too.” She pouts, pushing out her lower lip before giving me a bright smile. “Maybe you could help me.”

The two girls behind her giggle.

“My schedule is full.” I’m a bit done with her shitty flirting. When is this fucking light turning green?

“Okay, well, just invite me to one of your parties, then.” She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder.

“You wanna come to a North Shore party, princess?” She nods and bites her lower lip. I reach into my pocket, pull out my switchblade, and press to get the blade out. “How healthy is that kidney of yours?”

Her eyes practically pop out of her head as she takes a step back. “What the hell!”

I cackle, throwing my head back. “Go back to your prep school.”

The light finally turns green, and I speed away.

“Hey,” I smile sweetly as Harry opens the door.

“Hey, man. Come in.”

“Caden, hi!” his mother exclaims from the living room as we’re walking up the stairs to his room.

“Hello, Mrs. Malone.” I wave.

“Oh please, Mrs. Malone is my mother. You know to call me Chantale.”

“Of course, Chantale,” I force before following Harry.

We settle at his desk in his bedroom and go over his homework. The kid isn’t even bad at math, his parents just love spending money. After reviewing his work, I give him a few more complex problems to solve. I check my phone and replace the text I’ve been dreading while perfectly knowing it was inevitable.

“Alright, I’ll give you fifteen. Just gonna make a call outside.”

He nods, already immersed in the exercise, with his nose practically touching the notebook in front of him.

I come out of his bedroom and climb another set of stairs. The long hallway leads me to the master bedroom. I don’t knock, simply push the door open and lock it behind me.

“Took you long enough,” Chantale says. She’s sitting at her vanity in nothing but a see-through pink nightgown.

I can see everything. From her erect pink nipples to the black hair covering her pussy.

“Come here,” she says in a sultry voice. “Take your top off.”

I take my The Offspring black hoodie and my t-shirt off at the same time, throwing them to the floor. Her eyes take in the tattoo on my chest, following the unending ouroboros. Then she takes in my cut abs and bites her lower lip. “Hurry,” she breathes out.

I walk to her and let her run her hands all over my stomach. I merely stand still, my arms hanging by my sides, and try my best not to react.

“Get on your knees.” She smiles, spreading her legs and bringing her nightie up to her waist.

I clench my jaw and force my mind to blank before sinking to my knees in front of her.

“Lick me, Caden,” she says with enough anticipation she’s already trembling. “Tell me you want it first.”

“I want it,” I force the lie past my throat.

“No, no. You know how to call me.”

My stomach recoils before I can say it. “I want to lick you, Mommy.”

“That’s right, baby boy. Go ahead.”

Bringing my head between her legs, I don’t think about it. I make out with her pussy before pushing my tongue inside. Then I lick her clit in long strokes before nibbling it and accelerating.

“Yes…yes…that’s right…oh my—fuck. Caden!” Her hands are in my hair as she grinds against my mouth. She messes the strands and pulls to keep me close against her.

I keep being relentless on her clit until she comes all over my tongue. She keeps bucking until she’s done riding her orgasm, then finally lets me go. I fall back on my ass, wiping my mouth and feeling the disgust poisoning my entire body.

She gets up quickly, hurrying to her bed before bending over the end of it. “Come fuck, Mommy.”

For fuck’s sake. This woman has more issues than the Good Housekeeping she keeps in her living room.

Before lowering my black jeans, I settle behind her and grab one of the rubbers I always have when I go to her house.

I’ve got a semi, but I’m not even hard enough to roll the condom on. She’s shifting her hips eagerly, her pussy wet from my spit and her own lubricant.

“Be a good boy for Mommy. Fuck her good,” she pants into the bed.

I try to get myself hard, except her waving her pussy at me is doing nothing. Fuck, I’m usually fine fucking this woman.

I bite my lip and think of the latest thing that got me rock-hard. Big, brown doe-eyes flash in my mind. Her small face and plump lips. Her feistiness and the way she always yells at me. I imagine her small tits in those tight tank tops she always wears. The bruise I left on her. I see her on her knees in front of me, with her mouth full of my cum, and I hear the noises she makes when she pretends she doesn’t like the way I touch her.

Before I know it, I’m burying my cock into Chantale. I fuck her hard, imagining Billie Scott on the bed before me. My hand comes to the back of her head, and I press her into the mattress as I go at her relentlessly.

“Shit,” I hiss as I come the quickest I’ve ever had.

When I come back to reality, Chantale is squirming under my grip.

“For heaven’s sake, let go!”

I release her and take a step back.

“Good Lord, Caden,” she gasps as she turns around and sits up. “I don’t think you’ve ever fucked me so hard.” Her eyes are glassy, and she has a dumb smile on her face. “I’m not sure I’m a big fan of the pretend choking, though. Does Julianne like it? I’ll have to ask her.”

Of course, all the Stoneview moms I fuck behind their husbands and children’s backs discuss me behind mine.

Fucking sickening vultures. It must feel powerful to gossip about how good the kid from the wrong side of the tracks fucks you while they sip champagne at the country club.

I’m not even listening to her babbling anymore. I walk to the en-suite, holding my jeans mid-thigh, and remove the condom before cleaning my cock with some tissues. I rinse my mouth, feeling sick from the musky taste of her pussy, and I use some mouthwash to get rid of it. I zip up my jeans and desperately try to rearrange my black hair, to no avail. It’s to my ears and always messy no matter what I do. Strands constantly fall into my eyes, and I run a hand through them to try and see clearly.

When I walk back into the bedroom, she’s rummaging through her purse. I put my t-shirt and hoodie back on. She hugs me tightly from the back as a hand full of cash appears in front of me.

“There’s a tip there for the commitment you put into fucking me.”

It’s always the same feeling I get when I take the money. Revulsion rolls over my entire body. My mind goes into overdrive, and I feel like tears will explode from my eyes. My throat is always so tight, my ‘thank you’ comes out mumbled as I try to push down the nausea.

Then, when I put it in my pocket and walk back to the kid’s room whose mom pays younger men for sex, I think of how beautiful my life will be when I leave the North Shore for good.

After Harry Malone, I tutor Jordan, aka Julianne’s son. It’s the same thing, just a different woman with different needs.

At least Julianne doesn’t make me call her mommy. She’s more into the bad boy look. She wants to be spanked and fucked in the ass because her husband is a devoted member of their church and would never do the kind of things I do to her. Whereas Chantale likes to give me the cash directly, Julianne leaves it on the table, too ashamed of what she’s just done.

Either way, I keep my mouth shut and take it. And when I feel particularly disgusting, I help myself to a tip behind their backs.

By six p.m., I’m back home with almost two grand in my pocket. Three tutoring lessons and three fucks, plus what I stole from them. Stoneview moms pay a lot of money to fulfill their dirty desires.

I push the door open to our rundown house and go straight for the bathroom. Kay tries to talk to me, but I feel too dirty to even stop. It’s only when I’ve showered for half an hour under burning water and put some clean clothes on that I walk back into the living room.

“How was your day?” my sister asks, folding some laundry.

“I really wish all the girls who have ever tried to out-throne you could see you folding laundry in such a housewife attire.”

She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Do you fold laundry? Does dad? No. Someone has to fucking do it.”

I grab my phone and keys, putting them in my pockets before heading to the door. “Have fun.”

“Where are you going?” she shouts at my retreating back.

“To kill a few fuckers.”

The best thing is, I’m not even joking.

“Remind me why we’ve been sitting in front of Matthew’s since seven?” Elliot asks as he grabs chips from the bag on his lap.

“Waiting for the devil’s hour.” I smile at him in the mirror from the driver’s seat.

“I could swear that’s at three a.m.,” Ethan adds next to me. “I’m not waiting here till three, man. I’ve got shit to do.”

“People to fuck,” Elliot says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Like Jade?” I wink.

“Fuck off with Jade. Both of you.”

“Come on, brother,” Elliot insists. “She’s an amazing fuck, and I never had any intention to keep her after I had her. You can have her back now.”

“I don’t want your sloppy seconds, Elliot,” Ethan snarls. “Plus, she’s into Cade now. Right?”

“No thanks,” I snort. “She’s always been into me. I just never wanted her back.”

“Poor Jade,” Elliot sighs mockingly. “She just wants to fuck us in peace. We’re the ones causing trouble.”

“I’m gonna choke you with your chip bag,” Ethan threatens coolly.

“Talking about choking. Did you try on Jade? Cause I did and—”

“His girl’s gone,” I cut him off. “Elliot, grab the zip ties in the back. I’ll replace a window to sneak in. Ethan, you go through the front door.”

“His two goons are with him,” Elliot warns me as we get out of the car.

“That’s the whole point.”

I disappear to the back of Matthew’s house and climb through his kitchen window. Once I’m in, I almost cough from the disgusting state they keep the place in. What the fuck. There’s food floating in a sink blocked with filthy water. The sides are covered in grease and dust and the table isn’t visible below the cans, dirty dishes, and old newspapers.

“Gross,” I mumble to myself. I hear Ethan knocking on the door and convincing Matthew to let him in. He’s using a random excuse about Sawyer sending him to talk about the new drug they’re going to sell to the Stoneview kids. In truth, NSC still mainly sells to Stoneview. Especially the coke they’re such big fans of. We’re starting to take over the pills, but somehow the rich kids still prefer to deal with Xi and his crew. Probably because he fucks most of the girls there.

I wait until I hear them talk in the living room and until Matthew’s two friends, Joe and Rico, join the conversation. I quietly make my way out of the kitchen and open the front door to Elliot. He’s holding a plastic bag full of zip ties and grinning brightly at me. I turn around and notice a bowling bag on the floor. Leaning down, I pick up the heavy bowling ball and slide my fingers through the three holes before looking back at Elliot.

“Love the new style,” he whispers before we walk into the living room.

“Caden,” Matthew startles as soon as he sees me. “Fuck man, how did you get in?”

“Through the window,” I shrug. “Your kitchen is disgusting, by the way.” I don’t even give him time to answer. “I didn’t know you bowled. That’s kinda cool.”

“Oh, it’s my lady’s.” He waves a hand in the air, dismissing it.

“Huh. You’re a lot less cool, suddenly.”

Walking deeper into the living room, I put my back to the TV as I face them. “Why don’t you take a seat, boys.”

The three of them go to sit down on the sofa, but I tut them. “Chairs.”

There are precisely three chairs around the circular wooden table behind them. Matthew and Rico grab one each, but Joe takes a step around the coffee table and toward me.

“You know what, bro. I just remembered, my girl is waiting for me to have dinner. So Imma head out. I’ll catch you—”

Blood spurts as soon as the bowling ball hits his face, and he falls to the floor unconscious.

His head cracked with the force of my hit.

“Shit,” Rico whimpers. “Caden—”

“Sit down. Now,” I say calmly to both of them.

Matthew is a big man. Much bigger than me. But he is practically pissing himself as he sits down on the wooden chair he pulled out. Rico follows, his entire body shaking like a leaf.

“Arms behind the chairs, boys. We don’t have all night.”

They’re too frightened to do anything else but obey. Elliot gives his stepbrother a few zip ties, and they quickly tie their wrists behind the back of the chairs and their feet to the wooden legs.

“I just want to be very clear,” I explain as I walk to them, warming up my wrist with the heavy black ball in my hand. “You’re both being killed tonight because you touched what belongs to me. And the unfairness in all of this is that you couldn’t have known. Fuck, I didn’t even know myself until I saw you three fuckers messing with her.”

Elliot and Ethan give each other a puzzled look but they stay quiet.

I don’t give a shit about Billie Scott.

That’s what I have always told myself. I didn’t even need to tell myself because I didn’t think of her except when I sometimes needed a quick rub and watched her orgasm on my phone.

But then she showed up like a fucking runaway and decided that fighting me, instead of listening to me, was the best choice. That stirred something in me. Challenge. The feisty little thing keeps wanting to talk back and push me away when her body is so responsive to mine that it’s like it was made for me.

I shouldn’t care that a few people from my crew bothered her.

But her cheek was swollen, and she looked like she’d been backhanded or something. She said it was her fight, but she did confirm they hit her.

I don’t like that. I really don’t fucking like that at all.

I decided I want Billie. At least for now, she’s my toy. Mine to torture and drive crazy. Until I’m bored with her, none of these fuckers get to approach her.

I smile at said fuckers, knowing it scares them even more. My smile always brings fear to the people facing me. “Thank you so much for making me realize even a wicked soul like mine still has a chance at chasing love.” Of course, it’s not love, but I do like a bit of dramatic effect. “Unfortunately for you, I can’t stand knowing you three have put your hands on what’s mine.”

“P-please, Caden,” Matthews starts crying. “We didn’t know…we didn’t know, man. It’ll never happen again.”

“Oh, it won’t,” I nod. “That I’m sure of. Which one of you hit her?”

They look at each other before Rico spurts, “It was Matthew. It wasn’t me. It was him!”

I look at Elliot and Ethan. “You two better have my back better than this pussy here if we ever get in this kind of situation.”

“Man, I’ll die before I give you away,” Elliot sniggers.

“We’ll never be in this position,” Ethan adds with certainty.

I tilt my head to the side, thinking for a minute. “Cocky, yet true.”

Now that I’m standing before Rico, I pull my arm back and smash the ball into his temple. He cries out, and I do it again and again and again. Until his whimpers and tears quiet down and his chest stops moving.

“Snitches get stitches. Am I right, Matthew?”

“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he panics. “Caden, please. Sawyer likes me. Fuck…your dad works with me all the time. Please, man…p-please don’t kill me.”

“Hey, hey, calm down. You’re hyperventilating.”

He nods, trying to calm down, but a sob explodes from his mouth less than ten seconds later. “Please…”

“Are you a snitch, Matthew?” I ask.

“No!”

I put the bowling ball on the wooden table and crouch in front of him, grabbing the plastic bag of zip ties. “Then you’re good. Chill, will you?”

He seems to calm down. Tears are still running down his face, but his body has stopped shaking. I slowly walk behind him, throwing the remaining zip ties in the bag on the floor.

“Ah shit, man,” I add. “No, sorry, you’re not good at all.” I place the plastic bag on his head and pull until I’m sure it’s taut against his face. He thrashes around, and I can’t help a huge smile from spreading on my face. “Snitches get stitches. And men who touch my girl get a bag on their fucking head,” I growl, pulling harder.

I keep hold of him until his body slacks. When I let go, I look back at Elliot and Ethan, proud of myself. “Alright. All done.”

“Your girl?” Ethan finally asks.

“Yeah,” I huff as I run my hand through my hair, trying to get strands out of the way. “Billie and I are gonna be a thing. Didn’t you know?”

“Does she know?” Elliot shakes his head at me.

“Billie Scott is not your girl, Caden,” Ethan says as if I’m the craziest fucker on the planet.

“Yeah, well, not right now,” I fight back. “These things take time.”

“What things? Kidnapping?” Elliot scoffs. “Dude, you two are never gonna be a thing. She’s NSC. Oh, and let me think…” He puts his index finger on his chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Right, she fucking hated our guts after what we did to her two years ago. Now that you’re blackmailing her into moving shit for you, I’m pretty sure she daydreams of putting a bullet through your skull.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Caden,” Ethan says seriously. “If your dad knew you were killing Kings to defend the honor of an NSC girl, he would choke you, brother. Fucking think before you act.”

I’m an impulsive fucker; that’s not new. But my friends never had an issue with it before. The problem is, once I have an idea in my head, I have to execute it. I had this sudden urge to make Billie mine since I made her come in her car, so that’s what I’m going to do. Make her mine. Matthew and his guys pissed me off, and I had to end them. That’s just how I function.

I want Billie. I must have her, or I will fucking lose my mind. I don’t accept defeat. Ever.

I tilt my head to the side, staring at Ethan. “Alright, well, my dad doesn’t have to know shit,” I say simply.

“Believe me, he won’t,” Elliot chuckles. “I’d like to keep my head attached to my body if you don’t mind. You might have the King last name, but we don’t.”

“Anyone else we have to kill tonight because they did something bad in your fantasy world where you have a chance with Billie Scott?” Ethan asks.

I shrug. “Nah, we’re good.”

“Sweet, let’s get some food,” Elliot claps.

“I’m fucking starving,” I agree.

On the way out, I call one of our guys. “Oran, my man,” I say sweetly into the phone. “Listen, I just saw a few NSC guys leave Matthew’s house. I’m on my way to something now, though. Can you check on him? Hopefully, he wasn’t there and they just stole some shit, but I want to make sure our guy is okay.”

My lie falls so effortlessly off my lips that I feel like a supervillain in a hero movie. Oran is going to replace three dead bodies and put them on NSC—a perfect end to a really shit Monday.