Pleasing

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TW; SUBJECT OF GROOMING

MARCEL POV

Finley. My dear younger brother. Daddy's boy. The one that could never top me. We were complete opposite. I was the bigger one while he was the twig. He was a computer smart type guy while I was... not.

I went to the gym and was training while he was getting the straight A's. I didn't do bad in school. But our mother knew how to go slow with me. I was a really slow learner. Finley easily went to a private school. I hated that. My temper was like a flickering light bulb. I would be calm one point and then frustrated the next. I stayed home.

"Fils, calm down. Respirer. Oui, just like that."
(Son,) (breath.)
It wasn't like our mother favorited me. She treated me just like Finley. She was gentle, patient, and down to earth. While our father was the total opposite. Arrogant, impatient, impulsive, and harsh.

"Don't be a disgrace to the Zabelle famille. We don't want that. Hit harder next time. Kill next time."

He told me right after my first match with a man. A 14 year old who was still learning the ropes of the under world. But, I did. 16 was when I finally won my first match. My fist didn't stop smashing into that innocent man's face until I was pushed away.

My mother wasn't proud. But, my father was so he took me out to a strip club. Why? I don't know.

He told me to become a man so he left me for the night, there.

Macy Gareen. 26 year olds at the time. Big tits, flat ass, her black hair. Straight. Dragon tattoo on her back.

I remembered that night like it was last night.

"Who's this? Hm. Handsome boy." She teased. She eyed me knowing what was going to happen.

"I'm going to teach all the tricks! Teach you how to become a man for these next few weeks. Exciting, huh?" Her hand grabbed mine and I was a hormonal kid. For fucks sake!

My father made me stay with Macy for 2 weeks. Told my mother I ran away. I went along with it during that time because what else was I supposed to say?

I was a pathetic teenager.

The only person that knew what happened for those 2 weeks was Carmen. Fuck.

Macy didn't touch me for the first week. I found out she was getting paid a million for it. I don't know why...

She made me watch her do things. If I didn't she would threaten to stab me. A few times she did but it didn't give me proof as to what happened.

My father told me in front of my mother; "tried to steal again? Disgrace."

Macy stabbed me 5 times. One on my back, front left thigh, right calf, left shoulder blade, and when I fought back from having sex she stabbed me in the rib cage. But not too deep. She knew.

She made me get very close with her for the first week. Fed me, cuddled with me, told me I was mature for my age, everything a broken teenager wanted to hear.

She groomed me quickly and it wasn't until the Sunday before my leave when she tried to get me to lose my virginity. "Let me put all those tricks to good use. Lay down." She purred in my ear. Her long sharp nails hitting my skin as her hands went down my torso.

I was quick to shove her off though..

I wasn't fuckin' stupid.

That was my fathers goal...

She ended up dying in front of me when my father came to pick me up. The pistol to her head, my hand shaking with anxiety. "Kill her son, and all will be forgiven."

She didn't do her job. She didn't have sex with me. So it costed her, her life.

"She did you and me wrong. She shouldn't get another breath!" He yells in my ear. "If you don't kill her I will. And then you."

That was my 4th kill.

When I finally got back home my mother sat me on the toilet and didn't say a word. I think she knew. She saw the nail shaped marks on my arm. The hickeys. But, the only thing she did was patch me up, and keep me alive.

She grabbed my hand and rubbed it with both her own warm ones. "Healing takes time amour. Don't let that scare you, okay? Each of these scars will have its own healing time. Focus on one at a time, yes? Some might get damaged on the way... but you need to focus on the harshest ones first." Her hands cupped my face and kissed my forehead.

My mother died when I was around 18. She was a tall, normal looking woman. Hazel eyes, dark curly hair, she was just a beautiful mother. I got most of her looks, she had the full lips.

Her name was Marceleen Carson. I was named after her.
The night of her death was crucial. My mother found her husband cheating on her. She knew but never caught it. She snapped. Marceleen Carson became a full human that night. She untied the ropes from her wrists, snapped the chains to her legs, and finally freed herself from our father.

And all it took was her life.

My mother had a slow violent beating of death. Me and Finley couldn't do anything. During that time she was found "flirting" with one of fathers men.

Fabio died the day after her death. He was 32. Recently got married. Bought a small house to move in.
When I tried fighting against my father he easily pushed me out the room. Letting us fall asleep to the lullaby of our own mothers cries.

The day before she died she gave me the necklace. A small red bead. Linked into a silver chain. I never knew and still don't know what the red meant. Before putting me to bed she whispered "Mon cœur qui marche."

"My walking heart."

She adored Carmen.

Carmen died when I was 23-ish. Around the time I was in trouble everyday with my fathers men. I had to climb to the top and each and everyone of his men tried me. I killed and killed to prove to my father I was the one. He wasn't.

Carmen cheated on me so many times. "Go to therapy! Why won't you leave me? I've fucked up. Marcel... you're sick." Carmen shouted at me. All I did was lower my gaze to meet hers and she didn't move.

She brought me to therapy and my heart still aches for her. Carmen went out for lunch and spa days with my
Mother. "Love birds!" Jazmine would yell a lot.

She impressed my father from her combat skills.

Finley "accidentally" shot her on our mission at a college party. She just grabbed my hand and smiled. "It's time for you to move on." Was all she said.
I hated her for that. I still do. That's the last thing she had said to me. I didn't cry at any of their funerals. I already wasted so much tears at the process of mothers death. And the cheatings of Carmen.

I was simply bitter. Their death left a distasteful zing on my tongue.

I fucking hated it.

The only thing that made that taste go away was a easy smoke. A few shots. Jennifer's peach cream chapstick.

My mother would adore Jennifer. Carmen would scoff at the sight of her.

I've never waited so long to get pussy before. Was it worth it? Of fucking course. Now I couldn't stop.

I would consensually fuck Jennifer every fucking night. After I do what she calls "mafia man tings but with a z. Remember the Z! Tingzzzz. No-no Marcel! Ting-z." She explained carefully.

It would be every night I came to her apartment. Every night I found her in my bed. Always ending the night with a simple bath, movie, her addicting cuddles. Her. Pleasing her in the best way I fucking could for a woman.
My woman. Everything I needed. I shouldn't even be able to call her mine. She should've gone for someone better. But she isn't. Neither am I.

Jennifer is and will always be Mon cœur qui marche.

My walking heart.