Heated Summers

Chapter One

Heated Summers Copyrights © by JoJo_Classic

Hey guys this is a new story that I've been conjuring up in my mind for a while and finally managed to get down on paper - er, computer? - and will work on since I'm officially on holidays now! Woohoo!

Anyway, this story is a lot more aduilt themed than my other stories so if you're not comfortable with that kind of thing, then please don't read this and check out my other stories which revolve more around teenage love affairs than this more graphic language and scenes.

:) Enjoy!

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Chapter One

Ashlin

The silence inside the small, confined area was stifling. The air was thick with palpable tension, a mood that was foreign and unwelcome considering the present company. A foul taste lingered on my tongue from the harsh words earlier spoke.

Yet, no regret could be mastered from the words spewed in heat.

My father's fingers flexed around the steering wheel, curling and gripping it as if he wished it was my neck he was wrapping his fingers around. The rigid lines of his arm muscles and clicking jaw spoke volumes of his anger. His steely green eyes remained fixed on the road, the crinkled lines creasing his face definitely not ones that developed from merriment.

No, my father was not the type of man who laughed or smiled. He wasn't the type of man who bellowed laughter at dinner, or even smiled affectionately at his children. He wasn't a bad man by any means, just hard pressed to show his emotions, especially the kind of emotions that meant letting his guard down.

His sons learnt the hard way of loving a father not as receptive to the sentiment. Quick to discipline and harder to please, the Marone boys had a lot to live up to. Their father's opinion meant the world to them, and any sort of disobedience was considered a serious offence in the eyes of Leonardo Marone. This only made the Marone Sons more determined to earn their father's praise - a near impossible feat.

Their efforts were wasted in the end. All because of one blue-eyed baby girl that had been brought to this world unexpectedly, stumbling into a world of stoic, warrior men who cared about power and dominance only.

In the eyes of my father, I could do no wrong. Kicked out of ballet classes at the tender age of five for bitch slapping the other girl who could do a better split than me? The girl must have deserved it.  Exposing my older brother's porn stack to his latest girlfriend? Hilarious,  though Victor sure didn't seem to think so at the time.

These were faults none of my brothers could have gotten away with if they had attempted it. But me, being the only girl amongst five hard-boned men, I seemed to be the only one who could melt my father's ice encased heart.

I think it's because I reminded him so much of my mother.

Then again, maybe it was my adorable personality.

I felt my body unintentionally jerk as pain flared in my lower abdomen. I gritted my teeth in annoyance and resentment, sending my father a withering sideways glance.

"It hurts," I hissed, stifling back a groan when the pain kicked up a notch.

Dad barely spared me a blink. "It'll pass,"

"No," I growled angrily, tilting my head back and releasing a sigh of relief when the pain slowly began to fade, though I didn't allow myself to think it was gone completely. "It will not pass, dad. I'm in heat. Do you know what that means?"