Typhon

Chapter 3

Stone~

The initiation ceremony was this Friday, and my father's phone calls had increased over this past weekend. Every call was in the disguise of checking in on me, but he hadn't ever checked on me continuously before, so he wasn't fooling anyone.

He knew it, too.

See, Jonathan Lexington was as brilliant as they came. The man was a Wallstreet banker and financier, and he hadn't made billions being stupid. As for my mother, Tami Lexington, she was exactly what you'd expect the wife of Jonathan Lexington to be, and they made the perfect power couple, something that they both worked hard at.

Now, my mother was nothing but arm candy, and she spent a fortune every year to make sure that she looked the part to perfection. While my parents had both given up on their wedding vows ages ago, they were still very dedicated to the Lexington empire that they'd built. So, a younger, prettier, skinnier version of my mother was not going to come along and ruin what she'd spent years building, and the same could be said for my father. He had no problem with my mother straying as long as he still held her leash tightly in his fist.

Still, while my mother's job was to look good on my father's arm, she wasn't simple like a lot of socialite wives. Tami Lexington was just as formidable as her husband, and they made one hell of a team together, which was evident by this upcoming Friday night's activities.

However, if there was one thing that could be said of being raised by a man that viewed obstacles as challenges, and a woman that viewed ambition as a religious calling, it was that I didn't know how to quit or settle. I was only twenty-two, but I had stopped being young on my fourteenth birthday when I'd been told what was expected of me. From then on, it'd been nothing but focus and determination leading the way for me. If there was something that I wanted, then nothing could stop me from getting it.

Also, even though I knew that my initiation class was made up of the best of the best in my generation, I still wasn't intimidated. I'd get a feel for each guy, then go from there, and the only way that the girls would ever come to matter was if they ended up together. At that point, I'd have to reevaluate and research the girl's background a bit more. Again, Kincaid Black was the only wild card among them.

Plus, the rules were simple: you didn't fuck around with your girl unless you planned on marrying her. That was the only condition to approve a relationship with your chosen female. You had to marry her if you planned on sticking your dick in her, and there were no exceptions.

That non-negotiable stipulation had come into play about thirty years ago when one of the chosen females had become a woman scorned, then had threatened the entire organization's foundation. Pillow talk had made her privy to all kinds of confidential shit, and that had made her dangerous. The rumor was that when she'd been cast aside by her sponsor, she had worked her skills on his father. Both being high-profile and powerful, she'd been bathing in a fountain of information that she should never have known.

Another rumor was that she'd taken her own life before she could cause any irrevocable damage, but I suspected that the girl hadn't met her maker voluntarily. Of course, that was just me.

So, now, if you got involved with your chosen female, you'd better have plans to marry her. Since a lot of guys didn't want to get tied down before the money really started rolling in, every man since then had been smart enough to keep things strictly professional.

Or so those were the rumors.

I also hadn't been concerned with the players until these past few years because I could give two fucks what happened thirty years ago. All I cared about were the recent years, and how I needed to use those recent years to shape my future.