"Fuck you asshole; I have done good by you, fucking you all these years."

"I would have rather licked the fucking toilet seat you stupid bitch now get out."

"You piece of shit!" She bellows, slapping him.

He slaps her back, and I stand watching the two of them go at it. Shocked.

"Why did you go and keep me around all these years then?"

"Too lazy to fucking wank myself."

"Asshole!"

"Get out, and if you come near my baby again, I will personally make sure you pay."

She storms down the stairs and as she goes past me, she shoves me hard. I spin around, but Travis has her by the throat.

"Touch her again, and I will rip your fucking arms out of their sockets..."

She gapes as he tosses her on the ground. She stands and throws rocks and sticks at us while letting off a string of curses. Then she gets in her car and is gone...

CHAPTER 15.

"Mischief, come on and open up."

I am curled in the bathroom, my legs up to my chest. I locked them all out; I couldn't control my intense emotions.

"Mischief, baby, come on."

It is Chief and Trav, begging me to open the door. I pull my knees tighter, feeling the hot tears burn my cheeks. I don't cry a lot, but that hag of a woman took me right over the edge.

"Call Mandy."

"No Chief, that won't go down well."

"Well I don't fucking know what to do."

"It was your woman who started this..."

"So now it's my fault, watch it Travis, I will..."

I stand and swing the door open. Two eyes meet mine and both look shocked at my expression.

"Will you two shut up! Chief, go away and leave Trav here."

"Excuse me missy, but this is my house."

I give him a look, and he sighs.

"Fine, bossy little shit. I am going."

He walks off, and I grip Trav's shirt and pull him in. He lets me wrap myself around him, and he holds me there for long moments.

"You're alright baby, I got you."

"Trav, I need you..."

"We can't here Mischief."

"We don't have to; I said I want you..."

He looks down at me and watches as I lower my body slowly down his. I grip his jeans and unbuckle his belt. I undo the button and slowly lower his pants. He is commando, and I love it. I look up at him, and his gaze is lusty. He grips my hair and strokes a thumb over my cheek.

"Lean on the vanity." I growl huskily.

He steps back and supports his weight on the vanity, moving his hands around to grip the porcelain. I grip his cock in my hands, rubbing my thumb over the silky smooth skin. He clenches his teeth and his lids droop. He leans back and I lean forward, taking him into my mouth. I slide my tongue around the head, then sink him in as deep as I can. He groans and his fingers tighten on the vanity.

"God, you feel so good." He rasps.

I suck slowly at first, dragging him in and out until he is panting and thrusting his hips forward for more, then I take him deep and fast, using my free hand to stroke the base while I work the head with my mouth. His breathing becomes frenzied, and his eyes roll slightly. His mouth is open, and I watch as he pulls his bottom lip into his teeth to keep from yelling out. I feel him getting harder and harder and then I hear his strangled cry as he pumps his seed into my mouth.

"Oh...god...Mischief..."

I take it all and only pull back when he has begun to soften. He takes my arms and pulls me to me feet; he gives me a lopsided smile and his expression is hooded.

"You have a beautiful mouth." He murmurs, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip which is full and swollen.

"You have a beautiful cock."

"God, say that again..." He growls, fisting my hair and bringing me close.

"Beautiful cock..."

"You make me crazy, crazy..."

"Oi, what are you two doin in there?" Chief bellows through the door. "Better not be fucking my baby in my house you little..."

Travis does up his pants, and I swing open the door to reveal two fully clothed people.

"Talking father..."

Chief narrows his eyes at me. "Calling me father, you wound me girl."

"You wound me by assuming I am banging Travis in your bathroom."

He gives me a look, then stares over at Travis.

"Boy's got rosy cheeks."

"It's hot in there."

Chief snorts. "I fucking bet it is. Get out here now, before I cause some damage."

"I am going home anyway, I am tired."

"No you ain't, you are staying here tonight."

"No daddy."

"Yes Mischief."

"Stay," Trav says walking up behind me. "It is safer, and Jaq is angry..."

"Bring it!" I say.

Chief laughs and grips my face. "You are a feisty little girl, ain't ya?"

"Learnt from the best."

"Come on, we got some food going; stay."

"Fine father, because you asked so nicely."

I turn and walk past him; his boot connects with my ass and I squeal.

"Call me father again and I am going to kick your ass harder girl!"

I laugh the entire way down the stairs.

"What's for dinner?" I yell when I get to the bottom of the stairs.

"Nothin if you keep that attitude up!"

I laugh and plod into the kitchen. I dig through the cupboards, looks like spaghetti is the only thing I could make out of this tragic pantry. I begin preparing the sauce when Trav walks in.

"Hmmmm, garlic."

"Ew Travis, don't you know that makes your breath stink."

"You would kiss me anyway Mischief; you always loved my garlic breath."

"Gag."

"Hey, remember when you put garlic in my dresser?"

I snort a laugh. "Do I? I remember thinking it would work too."

This ought to show him, no girl is going to want him when he smells like garlic. I shove piece after piece through his clothes. In your face Travis. I rush out of his room, grinning at his father Max who is sitting in the kitchen.

"Up to no good again Mischief?"

I giggle. "Maybe sir."

"Don't go calling me sir."

I grin. "Sorry Mister Max."

He laughs. "Mister Max."

I smile at Max; he is a handsome man for his age. Even though he has grey hair, he has the same grey eyes Travis has. He is a devil of a man, but he is sweet to me. I rush out the front door and run into my house. I wait all afternoon, knowing Travis is going on a date tonight. I grin when I hear him bellow and come running next door.

"Where is she Chief, I am going to spank her sorry ass."

Chief laughs and says something I can't hear, then Travis runs up the stairs and bangs on my door.

"You better open up Mischief; I am going to kick your ass."

I open the door and smile sweetly at him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong," He bellows. "What's wrong is you put garlic all through my damn clothes and now I can't go out tonight."

I giggle.

"Did you just giggle at me?"

I giggle again.

"That's it."

He rams me with his shoulder, and I fall onto the bed, he leaps on and begins tickling me.

"Say you are sorry."

"No!" I squeal.

He tickles harder. "Say sorry."

"No."

"Say it!"