Page 3 of Sinner: Before Rain (The Devil’s Society)

Chapter

Three

ELIJAH - AGE TEN

T oday, I made a decision that will change my life forever.

Not instantly.

It will take years to reveal itself.

I won’t realize I have met my future until she is in front of me. Her name will send me into an absolute obsession, and her beauty will solidify my life's purpose.

Today, I have started on that trajectory.

I decided to go with my mom and her new husband.

I'm leaving my dad behind here in Montana. Our large home with everything I have ever needed or wanted at my disposal. The acres of land, which is home to many secrets and bodies. My dad has never limited me. My stepfather has no fucking idea what he’s getting with me.

My mom is a follower, mindless, and never has been able to process a thought of her own.

Even cheating on my dad was probably that dumb fucks idea.

My dad wasn’t perfect either. Just this year, I started watching him with the much younger females he would bring back to the estate in the late hours of the night.

The bright moon would shine into his home office through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Dad would have them bent over his desk, fucking them hard and fast from behind.

Their tits would bounce as moans escaped their mouths.

My body tingled as I watched. Never in all my days had I felt this sensation.

Seeing these females in such a state aroused me.

At first, I would squeeze my dick, begging for it to stop as I watched.

Until one day, I decided to see what would happen if I acted on my body's reactions. My hand wrapped tightly around my cock, jerking it just as fast and hard as he was fucking them, chasing the release my body had been taunting me with. My cum would cover my hand and sometimes leave a stain on the carpet outside his office. I wouldn’t clean it up.

He never questioned it. But it would always be gone the next time I came to watch.

Even though I got off on it, rarely did I ever believe she was getting off from it, he used them for his own needs before kicking them out.

Before leaving, the girls would take their time, hoping my dad would ask them to stay– desperate, really. It was never going to happen .

He would give them an envelope of cash, thank them for their time, and have his driver ready outside to take them away. He would usually force them to sign an NDA before leaving the property.

He is where I learned sex from.

Not that I needed to be taught meaningless sex. Dad simply reinforced that how I felt about people and things was normal. To have no emotion behind something wasn’t shameful.

The difference between my dad and mom is that he always stayed. Sure, he fucked around, I’m sure my pill-popping mother did the same. But he fucking stayed.

My dad will be fine. His work will keep him busy. The whores will keep him occupied.

He will miss me. Maybe I will miss him. But I doubt it. That would be widely out of character for me.

My dad, before all this shit went down, was showing me pieces of the business and how my tendencies made me an asset early on.

Perhaps you can call it a family business. It has been in our family for generations. It’s our birthright to join. No questions. If you decline such responsibilities, your day will come.

You will be six feet under with the rest of the sorry bastards in these woods.

I am leaving with my mom because I know I will be back. I know my dad will be okay .

Will I miss the freedom of satisfying my urges and my needs? Yes. Fuck yes.

My dad gets me. His men get me.

But like the rest of them, I need a taste of the outside world before I am stuck here. I have ten years to experience life outside of Bozeman. As much as my mom disgusts me, this is the only opportunity I will have.

I’m standing outside in the backyard, staring at the tree line, which holds many secrets and bodies. Many of which I have put there.

“Elijah, let's go.” My mom shouts from behind me.

Taking one last breath of the fresh Montana air, a chill latches onto my once warm skin. As I blow it out, a cloudy fog forms before me. Dash, the family German Shepard, steps forward and sits next to me.

Bringing my fingers to his head, I rub his soft coat for possibly the last time. He is older, I doubt he will be here when I get back.

“I’ll make sure you are buried here, boy. You’re family. You deserve to be kept close.” I promise.

“Elijah Sinclair, get your ass moving!” Her voice is like nails against a chalkboard.

Lifting my other hand in the air, I salute her with my middle finger.

“I’ll come when I am fucking ready.”

Dash doesn’t move, he isn’t startled. He is loyal to me and my dad.

Dash even got in on some of the action with us.

Sinking his teeth into the human flesh of our enemy was always his favorite.

As a treat, I would keep a few limbs in the freezer and gift them to Dash when he had been an extra good boy, which was weekly.

He is the only thing that I have ever cared about.

His loyalty towards me and my dad was always reciprocated.

“Keep helping Dad. I know you like it, and so does he.”

I give Dash one last scratch before turning around in the yard and walking towards the house.

A mix of old stone and cabin logs. A giant wrap-around deck encompassing the entire second floor. But I don’t look up at it. That is where I know my mother’s voice is coming from.

Fuck her.

I’m not mad at her. Leaving is my choice. But it doesn’t mean I like her because I am going. This is my one chance at life outside of this place before I come back.

Walking onto the stone patio, I turn around once more. Dash is unmoved. The trees are decorated in fall leaves, with the silhouettes of mountain peaks around him in the distance.

Picking up my wooden bat, which was resting against the outdoor fireplace, I rotate it in my hand a couple of times before I walk around the house to the front.

“See you later, Montana. I’ll be seeing you.”