Keiran's Dilemma Pt. 2


Lyons had been forcing drugs on the team right under my nose for months. Rage unfurled, threatening to turn my heart black again, but it was guilt that worried me the most. They hadn’t just been wary of me. They feared me. The power I once drew from fear didn't consume me now. 

Coach’s small office came into view. My steps slowed, and I realized for the first time since leaving the parking lot that I had no idea what I would do once I confronted Lyons.

You can always kill him. 

The monster whispered in my ear and licked at my skin, seducing me into letting it free. What surprised me even after five years was how little I was tempted.

There was only one way I’d know for sure.

I walked in his office before doubt could make me turn away. The door closed behind me with a soft snick. There was no turning back.

Behind him, the wall held photos of the school's former teams, college trophies, and accolades he didn’t deserve. “Masters?” His bushy brows pulled in tight as he slowly pushed closed the desk drawer he’d been intently looking inside. “What’s this about?” he questioned. His tone wasn't welcoming.

“You’ve been giving the team steroids.”

Guilt flickered in his eyes before disappearing. “I’ve done no such thing.” He tried hard to keep his voice level and his hands steady as he pulled his keys from his khaki pants pocket and locked the drawer. The move was meant to be subtle, but instinct screamed at me to push.

“You’ve been forcing them to take it since the championship. You’re telling me that’s bullshit?”

“I’m telling you to get the hell out of my office," he frigidly replied.

My chin jerked toward the desk. “What’s in the drawer?”

“That’s none of your business, and you have ten seconds to leave my office, or I’m calling the police to have you removed.”

“Call them.” I leaned a shoulder against the cold glass window in the door. “I’d be willing to express my concern. Suspicion of drugs on school grounds will force a thorough investigation.” My smile was wide. “I should know.”

“Leave,” he ordered again as he sat back and calmly laced his fingers over his paunchy stomach. “And don’t bother coming back. The team doesn’t need another coach.” He may have thought I was bluffing, but the sweat trailing from his hairline down his forehead was a reminder that I never bluffed.

I shrugged and pulled my phone from my pocket. “You won’t mind if I make a phone call first, do you?”

“You're trespassing, Masters.”

“You're guilty, Lyons.” I dialed nine.

“You don’t have proof,” he sputtered. His face turned red as he watched as I dialed one.

“I have a witness, a team who will piss hot, and the evidence sitting in your desk drawer.” I waved the phone tauntingly. “Shall I finish?” My finger hovered over the number one.

“So what if I gave them the drugs?" He pounded a fist on the scarred wood. "We need an edge to bring home the championship this year. You’ve seen them play!”

I shook my head, hating to agree with him. It was true that the team’s skill was lacking, but with effective training and leadership they could pull together and bring home trophies without the drugs.

“It’s over, Lyons. You’re done.”

“Who do you think you are?” He surged to his feet, sending his chair crashing back into the wall, and causing the frames attached to it to rattle. “I made you.”

I laughed at that and pocketed my phone as I stepped further into the room and closer to temptation.

“There are people out there, some of them I had the pleasure of killing, who would have made you look like a boy scout. They made me.” I was close enough now to grab him. Threaten him. Hurt him.

I didn’t.

“But you did see something in me when no one else did. You gave me a chance and an outlet. If you hadn’t, I would have reached the end of a path I would have never come back from.” I reached out and ignored his flinch as I clasped his shoulder. “This is me returning the favor.” Like lightening, too quick for him to anticipate, I forced him against the wall with an arm pressed against his throat. I used enough force to detain him but not cause pain as I dug into his pocket and pulled out his key ring. I let him go as soon as they jingled in my hand. He gasped and clutched at his throat.

It took a few tries before I found the right key and unlocked the drawer. “Don’t!” It was a weak protest, one that went ignored as I yanked open the drawer. Rage twisted like vines around my heart as I took in the syringes and vials.

My fist curled.

See? He deserves to die. Kill him. 

Calmly, I closed the drawer and turned to face a man I no longer admired but still owed a great deal.

“Tomorrow morning you’re going to speak with Principal Lawrence and inform her that you're retiring.”

“Excuse me?” His face resembled a wrinkled tomato.

“Don’t question my mercy, Lyons. I’m offering you to keep what little dignity you have as well as your freedom.”

“No one will believe you if I deny it. You’re the one who should be in prison.”

“Maybe so, but I’m not, and you will be if I show anyone this.”

“I’ll tell them you planted it to force me out.”

“And what about the team? What will they say?”

“They’ll damn well say whatever I tell them.”

“How do you think I found out about the juice?” I watched him, letting the facts sink in.

“I don't believe you," he lied. Panic made his eyes wild.

“Doesn’t matter." I knew he wanted a name but giving up Jeremy wasn't part of the plan. "All it will take is one little tip. It won’t matter if it comes from the resident black sheep. The school will be forced to launch a full investigation. When they test the team, and their dreams are suddenly over, how many of them will keep quiet then?

“I should have never given you a chance,” he snarled. “You’re nothing but trouble, just like they say. You’re worth nothing, and you’ll die nothing.”

“Go home, Lyons.” My phone chose that moment to ring. He watched me wide-eyed as I answered the call. “Yeah?”

“Uncle Keiran,” my niece huffed once she heard my voice, “what’s taking you so long?”

Damn. I’d forgotten tonight was date night for my brother and his wife, Sheldon. Kennedy was staying overnight which meant getting Lake into my backseat tonight became next to impossible. “I’m on my way. What’s wrong?”

“I made macaroni, and you’re not here.” I bit back a laugh knowing she was pouting. Keenan had created a monster. I could hear my wife’s snicker in the background as Ken continued to fuss over cold mac and cheese.

“I’ll be there soon. Save me some?”

She huffed again. “I suppose, Uncle Keiran.”

There was shuffling on the other end which meant Kennedy was done scolding me. “Hey,” Lake breathed into the phone. I could hear the worry in her simple greeting and knew she was also curious, if not nervous, why I wasn’t home yet.

“I had a meeting with Coach, but I’m on my way home now,” I offered as I stared down Lyons.

“Is something wrong?”

I hesitated and could have sworn I heard her breath stop. Deep down did she also fear that I’d hurt Lyons? “We’ll talk about it later.” My tone was final, telling her not to push.

“Kennedy is going to pace a hole in our kitchen floor so be quick about it,” she chuckled nervously. “I love you."

“Forever, Lake.” Her sigh filled my heart, erasing the blackness that tried to fill it. I hung up and turned my back on Lyons as I pocketed my phone. In the far-right corner sat a green and gray team duffle bag. I picked it up and then strolled back over to the desk. I ignored the man trembling behind his desk as I removed the drawer completely from the railing and dumped the syringes and vials in the bag. Once the bag was zipped up, I gave Lyons my full attention.

“Along with your letter of resignation, in exchange for my silence, you’ll write a glowing recommendation to hire me as your replacement.”

“Why don’t you just kill me, you murdering shit.”

I smiled. For the first time since I took my first life, my monster was silent. I didn’t feel it lurking, waiting for the chance to free itself. 

“Because this isn’t a negotiation and I’m late for mac and cheese.”

End of Part Two



Keiran's Dilemma Pt. 1


A few of the kids I recognized bashfully greeted me as they rushed to the parking lot where their parents waited to take them home. More daring kids with stars in their eyes ignored their waiting parents and stopped to ask me questions about basketball. I answered them as politely and patiently as expected while I kept one eye on the school’s front doors, waiting for her to pass through them. When she finally did, I sent the kids on their way with a promise to talk more Friday after school. Because of my unofficial “assistant” coach position with the boys’ basketball team, I was only able to meet with my little league team once a week. Dash and Keenan stepped in when they could, but they were busy with their businesses and families.

“Hey,” she greeted softly. After all these years, she was still shy and soft. As she drew closer, I forced myself to stay seated on the hood of my car. I admired her body in the gray dress that hugged her figure and the high black pumps that made her long legs seem endless. Her long blonde hair was piled high in a bun with her signature bangs teasing the lids of her beautiful blue eyes. Effortlessly, she was the hottest fucking school teacher I've ever seen. I suddenly had the cock-hardening desire to sneak her back to her classroom and fuck her hard against the blackboard.

When there was no more space between us, she stepped between my legs and offered a brief kiss. I growled. She blushed and giggled, knowing that I hated being denied. “What are you doing here?” she questioned as she stepped back in an attempt to remain professional. I stood then to bring our bodies closer again. I didn't give a fuck who watched. The twinkle in her eyes and twist of her lips, however, warned me to behave.

“I wanted to see you.” She was more than just my wife and lover and friend. She was my peace. Forgetting her desire to maintain professional and giving in to her desire for me, she melted into me even as a small frown appeared. She knew exactly why I needed to see her. “You can always quit," she offered without preamble. "You have the little league team, and they love you despite their stupid parents.”

I shook my head and watched her shoulders slump at my silent refusal. “I can’t do that.” The team needed me even if most of them would never admit it. They couldn’t help it. Their parents had told them about my past and warned how dangerous I am… was. It was only because of Coach Lyons that they didn’t pull their sons from the team altogether.

Six Forks was divided between those who had been willing to give me a second chance and those who thought I should have left for good five years ago.

“You have your degree now in sports medicine. We can start over somewhere new and find a new school where you can coach, and I can teach.” She bit her trembling lip, waiting for my response.

“So just turn my back while he fucks with their heads all so he can win a few trophies?” My nostrils flared. Rather than retreat she stood on the tip of her toes and kissed me, longer than before until I felt my anger dissipate into a simmer.

“It’s okay,” she whispered soothingly. “We’ll figure this out.” Her voice wavered, and I knew she was just as lost as I about how exactly we could help those kids. “Maybe try talking to him again?”

I blew out a breath, remembering the last time I brought up the subject. He had deliberated the usefulness of having a second coach. Since I was only an unpaid volunteer, it was solely at his discretion to keep me on. I surrendered when instinct demanded I conquer and for years stood back and ignored his reign of terror, only offering help and guidance to the team when I could. My hands balled tightly into fists, so I forced them open and slid them around her waist to keep from hitting something.

Coach was nearing retirement soon, and with my degree, I was hoping to take his place and do some good once he was gone. 

You're not strong enough. You're not good. Just kill him. 

“Hey.” She lifted my face when I hid in her shoulder. “That team is lucky to have you, and when he’s finally gone, they’ll figure it out for themselves.”

But what if I was no better?

What if after five years I was still the monster half this town believed me to be?

She kissed me one last time before pulling away. “I’m going home to our children, and when you’re done with practice, we’ll be waiting for you.” Discreetly, she trailed her finger down my chest and over the hard ridges of my stomach. “Especially me.” I felt my cock stir at the promise in her voice. 

Playfully, I lifted her finger from where it lingered over the waistline of my shorts and dropped her hand. “Phee would scream bloody murder if she saw you right now.” At only two, her possessive nature rivaled my own. 

Lake scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I had you first, and I’m keeping you. Your daughter can find her own playmate.”

“Tough talk,” I closed the space between us and took her lips, “we’ll see if you mean it tonight.”

She moaned, forgetting where we were and closed her eyes. “Yes,” she breathed. Excitement filled her gaze when she opened her eyes. “We will.”

“More than once,” I promised before turning away and hopping in my car. I was one more breathless moan from bending her over the hood. It’s been a long time since I lost control with her. Maybe when our kids were in bed, I’d sneak her down into the garage and fool around with her in the backseat.

The team had already begun to warm up when I arrived. I nodded a greeting that mostly went ignored and dropped my gym bag before joining them. Despite their mostly hidden animosity and wariness, they were like sponges when I coached. My methods were mostly hands-on, guiding and instructing, while Coach Lyons screamed and threatened, and sometimes threw his clipboard at the players from the sideline when they fucked up a play.

As if summoned, he came strolling through the gym doors. His watched from the sidelines, assessing the players, and waiting for the moment he could unleash his temper. I shook my head and did my best to ignore him as I moved with the team up and down the court. The man I was years ago would have dealt with him how I saw fit—swift and violent.

But I had a family now, and a monster was not the man they needed me to be.

Practice went the same as usual. I guided while Lyons screamed. Halfway through practice, he hurled vicious insults at the Center when he missed the rebound. I went deathly still, my teeth gritted, as I listened, vowing to remember every word he spat as he tore Jeremy apart. The kid was one of our most talented players, and yet despite his size and skill, he remained submissive. I watched him during the rest of practice. He was stone-faced and quiet as he played harder, never letting on that Lyon’s words hit its mark.

Practice ended, and I was more eager than ever to leave. During the long walk to my car, I started to consider Lake’s offer to leave the team behind. Staying could cost me everything. Already, I could feel the thread of my control snapping. I imagined driving my fist into Lyons until he was a bloody pulp and for a moment, I savored that long-lost feeling of killing.


My only choices were staring back at me, urging me to choose.


Or kill.

It was a few more steps before I registered my name being called. Jeremy slowed his jog and stopped a few steps away. He shoved his hands in his blue hoodie, and I watched the muscle in his jaw tick. “What’s up?”

“How bad is it going to have to get before you do something?” Blue eyes bore into me with anger and contempt swirling in its depths.

The truth was I tried, but not hard enough. I’d gone to Principal Lawrence three years ago, but due to my reputation, she dismissed my claim. For thirty years Coach Lyons coached for Bainbridge High without fail, and she would not take the word of a dangerous criminal over a trusted employee. It was enough that I was allowed on school grounds at all.

Her words.

“He’ll retire soon.”

“Is that your final answer? To just watch and wait?”

I leaned back against my car door and studied him. “The school isn’t willing to do anything on my word alone, not with my rep," I confessed. It was the only time I'd ever confirmed the rumors.

He swallowed hard, knowing what I was asking. What I was challenging him to do. “What if I had information?” His gaze shifted around the parking lot nervously. “What would you do?”

“Whatever it takes,” I promised before I could stop myself. I forced myself to hold his gaze because if I closed my eyes, I would see my family. Guilt clawed at my skin even now.

“The others warned me not to tell you. They said you wouldn’t give a shit because you never gave a shit. They think you're probably in on it.” He swallowed and watched me carefully, wary of the villain they all expected me to be. 

“In on what,” I demanded through clenched teeth. I wanted to ask him what he thought. Why, when the rumors were all true, did he trust me?

“The juice.” I stood up straighter, completely thrown off guard. His frowned deepened with confusion and disbelief as he took in my surprise. “You really didn’t know?”

“No.” I tried to keep my voice level as rage crescendoed. Silence fell between us in the dark parking lot. Jeremy’s expression was hopeful as he waited and watched for what I might do. “How long?”

“After we lost the championship.”

“Are you on that shit?”

He hesitated before nodding slowly. “When a few of us turned him down, he threatened to kick us off the team.”

I swore and pushed away from the car. I'd heard enough. There was no way I could walk away now. “Tell the team to go home," I ordered darkly.

“What are you going to do?”

I didn’t answer him as I prowled my way through the night to Coach Lyons office. This shit ended now.  

End of Part One

Just The Tip...

“What do you say we put on a show?” Z whispered so only I could hear. “Let him see how much you really want it?”

It was too late to pretend. Z knew who and what I wanted, which meant Angel would too.


“We’ll make him jealous, princess.” I felt his hands leave my waist. The breath I almost took was caught in my throat when his hand slipped beneath my shirt. He caressed the spot, low on my stomach, where I felt my urges. “You in?”

If sex had a voice, it would have been Z’s. He waited while I finally exhaled. There was nothing I could do without my racing heart, though.

Gratifying sex with a man who helped kidnap my son?

Why would I say yes?

I met Angel’s darkening glare, and wondered why I couldn’t say no either. 

“You control the pace and how far this goes.” He paused to kiss my shoulder through my shirt and said, “But don’t worry. He’ll give in before you do.”

My nod was barely complete when he lifted my shirt over my head. I was still coming to grips with my answer when he tossed it on the empty seat beside us. I should have felt shy and shameful for being exposed, but we were past that, weren’t we?

“You have beautiful tits, princess. Did you know Angel was a tit man?”

I saw Angel’s surprise when I nodded. “All the girls used to talk about it… He’d go crazy for them and make them come just by sucking on them.” I could still feel the devastation and misplaced sense of betrayal whenever I heard about Angel with other girls. And I always heard about him. When girls weren’t whispering about Angel, they were interrogating me.

I was hurtled back to the present when Z flicked my nipple and growled. “Yeah, but it’s you who drives him crazy. Never forget that, princess.” He repeated the assault on my other nipple before moving his hands down to my jeans and flicking open the button.

Angel didn’t take his eyes off of us, so I waited for him to make his next move. I was confused when he pulled his hands away. “If you want more, show him. He can’t resist you if you command it.” I felt him wrap his hands around my waist and lift me from his lap.

What did he want from me?

I wanted Angel, but our past wouldn’t allow me to speak the words.

Angel sat so still behind his father’s desk, but I could sense the struggle within him to hold back and win this round. Years ago, my age kept a barrier between us, but now that I was of age, there was nothing but his restraint keeping him contained.

I could return the favor, push his boundaries until they collapsed, and push him away like he did to me. Z promised I controlled how far this would go, and for some reason, I believed him.

“Remember, Mian… you’re in control,” Z reminded as if on cue.

My hands moved to my open jeans and pushed them down my legs.


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An Excerpt From The Bandit

I'VE NEVER FOCUSED on anything as hard as I did at this moment… and for the past hour of moments. I was little more than a horny teen watching her splash around in the pool.                                     “I know that look in your eyes son. I haven’t stopped looking at your mother that way since the day I met her.”
I momentarily forgot it was my father and the respect he demanded when my lip curled with irritation. “What are you talking about?”
When he said her name, I reluctantly ripped my gaze away from her now sitting idly by the pool with her slutty ass friend, Erin. She’d been giving me the eye ever since she stepped foot through the door. “The kid?” Her name, spoken aloud, left me exposed and defensive as if I’d been caught doing something I had no business doing—like devouring her young, supple body with my gaze every time she came around.
“Yeah. The kid. The kid you’d fuck six ways to Sunday as soon as her father’s back turned.”