Part 02.4


"Listen carefully when I say this nice and slow for you so you can grasp what I'm saying. Adam hates you with every fucking fiber of his being. He probably knows more about magic than you claim that you do. Do you know he had to correct Junior's stance the very stance you taught him because it was fucking sloppy as crap!" Noting the perturbed look on Edward's face when she said that. "Did you see him at the Gala? He has the ear of the damn Princess! Think about that for a moment; just think. What if he has the King's or Queen's ear?! I love you, Edward," Amanda lied, well, not entirely. She did love him at one point in time during their fifteen years together. Yet now, she and her children, alone, would be moving up in the ranks of nobility without Edward at their side. If she had to offer him up as a sacrifice to appease Adam's rage, she would gladly do it. After all, Adam was going to need her at his side in the coming years, and Edward's plan was no longer his but hers.

She had spent fifteen long years with a subpar lover when Jason never had a problem getting her off repeatedly like her son does. Amanda wasn't going to be putting up with his small cock any longer, not when Adam could give her the life she richly desired. "But pull your damn head out of your ass! Do you think Adam's just going to walk through those doors and say: 'Hey Ma, Edward, sorry for being an ass, here let me help you to become a Duke and Duchess.' Not bloody likely," Amanda ranted as she paced the floor. "So we have to prove to Adam that we or more precisely me, given that he wouldn't believe a damn thing you say or show him, that we can be trusted at least enough to know we didn't have a hand in Jason's death. Unless there's something you've never told me," she said, peering over at him with an accusing look.

"I have no idea what you're inferring," Edward said, brushing off the statement and his wife's look. "I was just as surprised as you were when I learned of that fool's death."

"Tell me truthfully, Edward, did you or did you not have a hand in Jason's death? It doesn't matter to me, not anymore given after all this time, yet to Adam, it means everything to him. So I need to know in case there is a kernel of evidence that Adam could latch onto and bring us both down. Because we both know he has the power and the influence now to do so if he chose to," Amanda stated, crossing her arms below her breasts.

"No, I hand no hand in his death," Edward said, lying through his teeth.

"Okay then, so did the man get what I asked for?" Amanda inquired, knowing that look in his eyes from anywhere, a look that told her that he was lying to her. She kept her devious grin to herself, knowing that there had to be something Edward had missed that pointed at him that she could use to get Adam to come around to her side.

"He'll have it tomorrow," Edward spoke, seeing no way to refute her logic.

"Good see that it's the whole file, not just a one-page report. That's just going to piss him off and think that we're just screwing with him. You saw what he did at the duel. Just imagine what he would do to us if he thought we were just pulling his leg. Think of the destruction he could lay waste to our holdings?!" Amanda uttered, seeing the sheer horror in Edward's eyes when he'd never even thought of that. "Do you think he's just going to come out right and kill us? No. Adam's not a fool or stupid. He'll hit us where it hurts the most, our money. Something that Adam doesn't value like we do, and you can bet he will use that fortune of his, all of it if he has to, just to see us suffer. That's how much he hates us; he would put himself back into the poor house just to see us laid low. That's the man we face, a man willing to lose everything just to watch us squirm."

"He's infuriating?!" Edward hissed, tossing a lamp across the room in his anger. Releasing a breath and centering himself, "Forgive me, dear, that outburst was unbecoming of me," he said, tugging on his suit jacket.

"I know, honey," Amanda cooed, running her hands up Edward's back. "You don't know how much he infuriates me. Especially after everything I've done and tried to do for him when he was growing up."

"Yes, you did go out of your way to show that upstart what life truly is about. What we could have given him," Edward said, turning around and bringing her into his arms.

"But if we play this right, if we're smart about this. Even the wisest of men cannot see what's beneath their nose if their attention is distracted," Amanda said, with a cunning smile.

"And while Adam's off catching phantom killers, we can be slowly bringing him underneath our influence," Edward muttered, his mind working rapidly at what riches he could squander out of Adam's grasp. The doors Adam could open up for him, namely the Royal family.

"See?! You're seeing the big picture now, aren't you, dear?"

"That I am," Edward nodded with a devilish grin.

"That is why I asked for the file; it's a first step, an olive branch if you will, to show that we do care, even if it's a lie. Just to get Adam off guard enough, so he won't notice us working in the shadows," Amanda said, spinning her lie, seeing Edward buying every word of it. Why wouldn't he? Edward thought she would never plot against him. Thought she was happy just being his wife, that she didn't have machinations of her own.

"I see your point, do forgive my abruptness earlier. I should have known that you would have something planned and thought out when you asked for the file."

"You're forgiven, now come, let's go enjoy a glass of wine on the patio and discuss what riches await us," Amanda spoke, playing into Edward's greed.

Present day...

Adam stood starring down at the headstone that his grandparents had bought. Trying to hold back the emotions that were building in his heart as his pale blue eyes ran over his father's full given name. He so hoped that his father would be proud of the man he had grown into. Proud that he didn't acquiesce to the riches and life that his mother was constantly trying to push on him all through his childhood. Wondering how his father would have reacted if he was still alive when he was chosen to be the next Sage. How he would react when he told him that he actually got to dance with the Princess of their Kingdom in front of the entire nobility. He could hear, not that he could remember what his father's laughter sounded like anymore, his father laughing like mad at that. That a commoner's son was standing shoulder to shoulder with the ruling family. Wondering if his father would be proud of him, knowing that he had saved his grandmother. Had helped to see that she fulfilled her dream of opening her own shop.

"Hey, Dad," wiping away a tear as he bent down, "sorry I haven't been around much lately," waving his hand over Jason's grave and infusing the flower bulbs that he had the groundkeepers plant in front of Jason's headstone, "life's been kind of hectic lately," Adam said, watching the red-white tulips blooming. Stumbling and falling backwards as his eyes grew wide at the sight. Those were not the flowers he had paid to have planted. His eyes glanced up, peering over the headstones ten rows away stood, what he could see from that distance, a woman wearing what appeared to be a very, very fine garment from a different age. He could have sworn his eyes saw translucent wings...

"Adam?! Are you alright?" Amanda asked, lightly placing her hand on her son's shoulder causing him to gaze up at her.

Adam looked back to the woman, but she was gone, and the flowers were no longer that red-white color but the soft blue they normally were. "What the hell was that?!" Adam asked himself. "What are you doing here?" he spoke, brushing off her hand as he got back to his feet.

"Baby, don't be like that, not here, not in front of your father," Amanda said, in a sweet voice. "Not today, not on the anniversary of his death."

"You care now? After all this time?!" Adam hissed as his eyes narrowed, gazing at his mother.

"Of course, I care, okay, maybe I behaved inappropriately when I heard the news of his death. I was angry at the time. Jason was about to take you away from me. But that doesn't mean I didn't care about him. After all, without your father, I would never have had you," Amanda said, smiling sweetly at her son. "I should have handled it better than what I did, I shouldn't have let you hear that, but I can't change the past. No one can, not anymore. I'm sure you've read about the Time War in your classes." Smirking when Adam nodded that he had. It was common knowledge to those that passed their middle school history class that the Time War involved the nations of the world coming together to stop a band of mages that had harnessed the flow of time and was using it to rewrite history for a profit. Where the strongest of the mages that stood against them trapped himself in a little bubble along with the rogue mages to keep them from ever escaping their unending imprisonment that was outside of time. However, that was after they had forced those wizards to return the timeline back to its proper order.

"So why are you here?"

"I thought I could help you," Amanda said, folding her hands out before her. Her light blue knee-length dress swayed in the light breeze.

"Help me?!" Adam uttered, perplex at what his mother just said.

"Yes, honey," Amanda nodded. "I thought maybe if I could show you that I had no hand in your father's death that maybe we could start to repair our relationship. I'm not saying it will be easy, but I'm willing to try if you are." Hoping that Adam enjoyed the V-neck of the dress that showed off the cleavage of her 38C breasts. "Plus, I have a growing suspicion that Edward might just have a hand in Jason's death."

"You think?" Adam's sarcasm wasn't hard to miss.

"You have to understand Adam, Edward is a very shrewd man. He isn't in the habit of leaving loose strings. Especially when it comes to something like this. You might know it in your heart that Edward had Jason killed, but gut feelings aren't going to win in court. We need evidence of the fact that Edward played some part in your father's demise."

"Why now? Why the sudden interest to find out?" Adam asked, not masking the tone that spoke volumes of his skepticism.

"Because you need this, you need answers as to who and why your father was killed. I know Jason wasn't suicidal; he wasn't that kind of man. Not when our divorce was turning in his favor in regard to you," Amanda said, lightly touching Adam's right arm. "Maybe I should have conceded primary custody of you to him, then maybe your father would still be alive, and my son wouldn't have spent most of his life trying to forget that I'm his mother," she said, with a sad smile.

"And you expect me to believe a word you say?"

"No, I do not," shaking her head, "so I asked our lawyer to contact the police department, the precinct that was in charge of the case, on your behalf. To go over the entire case file they have with you, in hopes that you can get some closure from it, and maybe, hopefully, come to see that I had no hand in it," Amanda said, truthfully.

"And tell me, why now, all of a sudden, do you suspect your beloved Edward," sneering his name, "might have a hand in my father's death?"

"The way he reacted to the news that I had asked our lawyer to get things rolling. Please, son, I'm only asking for a little bit of your time and patience," Amanda said, feeling herself growing moist after not being with him for a whole month. Her pussy was aching to feel that hard cock back in the depths of her heat.

"And just how did you get him to go along with this?" Adam inquired, crossing his arms along his chest.

"He's overconfident that you won't find anything and that he can use this as a means to get you under his thumb and whisper whatever he wants in your ear. So that you could relay it to the Royal family when you're with Sage Harthorne."

"And why are you doing this? What's in it for you?"

"I told you, honey, I might have done a lot of things that you disapprove of, yet I've always acted, or tried to, in your and your sibling's best interest. I know what you think of me, maybe I am some of those things, but I am first and foremost your mother. Your wellbeing is very important to me, not that you might believe me, but it's the truth," Amanda said, slipping her hand around his arm just above Adam's right elbow. "I have our car waiting for us, that is if you'd like to come with me," she said, gesturing to one of the rune-powered cars that was in Edward's possession that sat idling. "Jill called me this morning, told me that there was a party at your school last night and that you were seen escorting Princess Roselyn and Duchess Wivell in a golden chariot that was pulled by a team of three horses whose manes were on fire; or that's how she described it," Amanda spoke as they walked towards her awaiting car.

"Yeah, you going somewhere with this?"

"No, honey, just that you have a way of making a rememberable entrance," Amanda said, with a warm smile. "I'm sure that party is going to be on the minds of everyone there for some time and maybe even after you have graduated." Swaying her hips as she walked beside him towards her car. Wondering what she was going to do if or when they found evidence of Edward's involvement in Jason's death. Pondering on what her son would do if they did find any evidence. "Adam, I know you'll still be under Sage Harthorne's tutelage when you graduate but have you thought about where you'd be living while still under her care?" Amanda asked; her eyes glanced at Adam when it appeared he hadn't thought of it. "I know you have that room in the castle, but I doubt they'd let you stay there if it wasn't for an official purpose. So why don't I help you find a place fitting for you, given your status." Holding up her right hand when Adam turned his head that held a questioning look upon it.

"I know what you think, Adam, that all I care about is status. While, yes, I do care about that to an extent, why I bring it up is because you are to be the next Sage. You have to show people an air of stability and wealth. That is what the people have come to expect from the Sage. It's what they count on when they look to you. If they see you living in the lower ring, in a shabby house, what kind of statement does that tell the people. I know it's not the life you wanted, Adam, yet you are to be Sage; with it, the safety of the Kingdom rests in your hands. Just like how the King rules if he was anything like his great-grandfather, you'd see this Kingdom sinking into despair. But the King isn't, and Sage Harthorne is a strong, dignified woman. That image alone conveys to the people that the Kingdom is safe and secure. A safe and secure populace is a wealthy and happy populace," Amanda said, using the years as a Countess to show him a side of herself that he's never known. So that when the time comes, he'll come to trust her advice.

"I'll be happy to look at estates for you on your behalf while you're away. I know you'll have the tower in the castle when you take over as Sage, yet that is a very long time in the future. Journeyman to Master isn't an overnight thing," Amanda said, lightly patting Adam's arm as her driver opened the rear door for them.

"Countess," the man said, with a nod.

"We'll be heading to the 47th precinct; we can't keep Sage Bordun from his meeting and other tasks he has today," Amanda directed as Adam slid into the car. She knew he was only doing this because it involved his father. Otherwise, she doubted Adam would willingly get into the car with her.

"Of course, my Lady," the man uttered as he softly closed the door once she took her seat beside Adam.

Amanda smiled when she peered at her eldest son as her thumb brushed along Adam's knee when her hand rested on his leg. Feeling the car lifting into the air and turning towards the area where they once were a family.

"Hello, Martin," Amanda said, greeting Edward's lawyer with a light shake of his hand as was customary for those addressing nobility.

"Countess Mortanhouse," Martin said, bowing his head to her as they stood out in front of the police station. "This must be Sage Bordun," he uttered, his eyes cutting towards Adam.

"Yes, this is my son," Amanda said, her voice full of pride when she rested her hand on Adam's left arm. "Now, are we all set?"

"Yes, madam," Martin replied, noting how Adam was eyeing the both of them. It was as if he didn't trust either one of them, or that was what he discerned from Adam's body language. "Please, if you would follow me," he said, gesturing to the front doors of the precinct.

"You're awful chipper," Adam mumbled as Amanda's lawyer spoke with the Sargent at the front desk.

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm about to prove to you what I know to be the truth, that I had no hand in your father's death," Amanda said, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Then maybe we can finally start to put this all behind us and be a family again." Her eyes flickered over to him when Adam released a 'Hmpf.' "Don't be so quick to dismiss this; you and I don't know what the future will hold."

"This way, my Lady, and Lord Sage," Martin spoke, directing them to follow him. Not seeing the heads that snapped up when the word Sage was uttered, nor did he see the devious grin on Amanda's face when she basked in her son's status as all eyes were on Adam as they walked past stunned police officers. "Please forgive the accommodations, Lord Sage..."

"It's fine," Adam said, cutting the man off as he walked into interview room two. He wasn't about to make hard-working people jump through hoops just to appease him. He just wasn't that kind of man. Moving to stand in front of the window that stretched from the door to the other wall as they waited. Hearing his mother and her lawyer taking a seat at the table while he contemplated on what he was going to do after this. Shyly noting how the officers were passing the room just to get a look at him. To which Adam just gave them a small wave and returned to his contemplation. He knew he was going to have to visit his grandparents; they had to know what he found out if there was anything worth noting within his father's file. Also, he had to speak with his grandmother and what she knew about the Fae. The encounter at his father's grave still unnerved him. He couldn't speak to his Master about it, given she was off with the Queen who was touring the Provinces.

Adam was growing annoyed as twenty minutes had passed and no word from anyone as they waited in that room. However, arching an eyebrow as a decorated officer marched with a swagger towards the door followed by a Detective that was tailed by six other patrol officers carrying six evidence boxes into the room.

"Do forgive the delay Countess Mortanhouse," the Captain of the precinct spoke in a respectful tone, "it took some time to find the evidence you're attorney requested to be presented here."

"Thank you for doing this; I know this will give Sage Bordun the closure he needs," Amanda said, directing their view to her son.

"Forgive my rudeness, Lord..."

"It's fine," Adam said, waving him off. "Shall we get to why we're here?"

"Yes, of course," the Captain uttered with a firm nod.

Adam didn't waste a second as he delved into the file that the Detective pushed to him after they all made introductions. His eyebrow twitched when even he could see that some of the forms had been doctored. Closing the file, bringing it up to his forehead and muttering below his breath. Using a spell to reveal what was meant to be unseen. Narrowing his eyes when the spell showed him what he had suspected for some time. He was going to kill that bastard! He was going to make Edward rue the day that he decided to destroy his family.

"I want this case reopened?!" Adam said, in a forceful tone pushing the file back to the Detective.

"I'm sorry, Lord Sage, but it was ruled a..." The Captain began to speak only for his tongue to grow still as Adam's magjols filled the room.

"My father did not, did not, kill himself?! My father was a strong man, not this hogwash that you have typed up in this report!" Adam's hand waved to the file. "Obviously, someone paid a lot of money to whomever it was that altered the file in favor of suicide. Either you have a mole in your precinct or had one, or your building isn't as secure as you believe it to be for this to happen." Noting how the Detective was flipping through the file that he had just restored to its previous state before Edward's minion had altered it magically. Also feeling his mother's eyes on him as he was speaking. Looking down when she rested her hand on his right forearm.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't know," Amanda said, keeping her cunning mind from showing what was brewing in that mind of hers.

Adam hated to admit it but what she had said and just spoken was the truth. That she truly had no hand in his father's mur*er. That was what he took from the file, given that there was no hint of her involvement in it. Even if it was true, that wasn't going to change their past. He just now knew who he was going to make disappear, that was if the police failed to reopen the case.

"I know you're upset, son, but we simply can't reopen a closed case on your word," the Captain spoke, holding up a hand when Adam began to speak. "That doesn't mean we won't look into this, yet we need the approval of the court to reopen your father's case. If what you say is true that we have spies working in my precinct on behalf of the nobles, you can be sure that we'll get to the bottom of it," the man said, with conviction. Even though he knew they wouldn't find any given that it was he that altered the file on Edward's behalf. So he knew the inquiry would go nowhere given that he would be the one leading it.

Adam kept his emotions from his face when he could tell the man was lying right to his face. He's spent nearly two decades around liars that could spin gold from yarn. It wasn't hard for Adam to pick up the subtle hints. That only told him one thing, that he would have to do this himself. He just hoped he had the strength to carry this out. He wasn't going to let Edward live one more day than he has to, not if he could help it.

After their meeting was over, Adam could be found outside of the precinct, deep in thought as Amanda spoke to her lawyer. If he had been paying attention to their conversation. He would have heard Martin pleading with Amanda to get him to drop the matter altogether. Telling her Jason's been dead for fifteen years that there was no need to dredge up the past. That there was no need to rile up the nobility with uncovering the truth behind Jason's death. That to get him to think about those that would be harmed if he went forward, like his siblings and herself.

"Adam?" Amanda spoke in a motherly tone as she lightly placed a hand on his arm, bringing him out of his meandering thoughts. "There's a park nearby where we can talk," she said, seeing his mind brewing something behind those pale eyes of his.

"Why?"

"Because I'm worried about you, we might have our difficulties, but I am still your mother, and we both just learned something that might make you do something rash," Amanda said, her concern was evident in her eyes.

"So you want to get me alone so you can use your little charm on me?" Adam spoke, his gaze turning hard. Seeing the shocked look in his mother's eyes when he said that. "Yes, I know all about your little trick. Soon it isn't going to help you," he hissed when he leaned in.

"Well, so you know about it, you still can't stop it," Amanda said, in a husky voice. "And I'd never use it to sway your mind; it's just useful for you to fuck me," she purred, her tongue curled out, teasing her son's lips. "So how about you get in the car and fuck your mother like she needs it, and I won't have to put you under my spell," Amanda uttered, her green eyes flashed in a wanton light. "Adam," lightly resting her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles beneath the pads of her fingers, "you know you want to. You know how much you've enjoyed thrusting that hard cock into my eager cunt. Why fight it? We both know it's going to happen. Why not fuck me and send me home full of your cum? We both know how this cock," reaching down and grasping his cock in public view, "wants my pussy," she said, feeling her son hardening in her hand. "So what will it be? Will you come willingly, or should I just place you under my charm again? Either way, we both know this cock is going to be in my pussy. Very well, just remember soon you won't be needing to be placed under it to fuck me," Amanda sighed when Adam remained tight-lipped.

The sounds of Amanda's pants were loud as she road her son hard. Knowing they could do this since she had sent her driver to the café near where she had him park. Her hips rolled along her son's lap as she stared into his charmed eyes. Her fingers weaved through his hair; her lips embraced his, feeling his cock filling her canal like it had yearned for in the month-long absence of that stout rod. She knew she was going to have to make a stronger charm when she returned home for when he learned how to counter the one she was wearing. Given how it was made hastily, it wouldn't stand up to a countercharm.

"Yes, baby," Amanda moaned softly as Adam's right hand fondled her left breasts. "Don't you just love how my pussy feels gliding on this fat cock? I know I do," tossing back her head as her cream surged down her canal, "there's nothing like a good fat cock," she uttered as she stared at her son with lustful, satisfied eyes. A devilish smile appeared on her lips as she leaned forward, "How does it feel to know that you're going to get your mother pregnant and that you are going to be a father?" Amanda whispered, heated his ear. "Why don't we have Edward raise it? Wouldn't that be wicked?"

"Fuck!" Amanda howled as Adam slammed her down on the seat and started to really pound her. Not that she could or wanted to get pregnant. She just wondered if that would get a response from him. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck that cunt!" Amanda moaned loudly as Adam's cock surged through her wet cunt. "Yes, give it to me!" she growled, thrusting her hips up in time with his thrust. "Ah, fuck, I'm going to cum! I'm... cumming!" She screamed out, locking her legs around her son's waist, lifting her hips upwards as she felt his balls emptying his load into her womb. Her sultry gaze peered up at him as those ropes of cum struck the back of her womb. Running her hand along her charm, ending the spell, watching the magic fading from her son's eyes. Smiling wickedly at her son when his eyes darted to her, then down to how his cock was still buried in her cunt then back to her face.

"How does my pussy look and feel around your cock, baby? Can't you feel how my folds are just squeezing your rod? Don't you just love that feeling?" An alluring gasp escaped her lips as Adam thrust his hips to prove a point. "Y-yes, I love the feel of your cock, but I've never denied that, Adam. You're just like your father. So big. So sure of yourself. So confident." Rising up, with her legs still wrapped around him and his shrinking cock still within her wet sex, "Work with me, Adam, I can help you get vengeance on Edward for you. We both know the police aren't going to do a thing about it. We both saw that. I know where to hurt him. Where it truly matters. Then when he's at his wit's end, he'll do something stupid. He'll probably know you're behind it all. He isn't stupid. But he just can't come right out and accuse you, just like you can't do the same. I've learned to play the noble's game a long time ago. Can you say the same?" Leaning forward and kissing her son like the lover he was. "When he gets stupid, he'll probably be thinking that since he's a spoiled, entitled Earl that he can simply call you out in a duel, and you'd back down for my sake."

"But we both know you would never do that, no," shaking her head, "you would accept the challenge and in the end kill him. Given that's the only way to kill the man without causing a stir in the nobility. Since you're to be Sage, you need to keep your nose as clean as possible. You're in a place where you have a lot of eyes on you, from the King, Queen, Princess, the higher nobles, to the lesser ones, and everyone else. Let me help you, where I can act in the shadows where you will mostly be in the spotlight. We have to keep our activities from alerting anyone, namely Edward, until it's time to cut him out of this world. That is if he doesn't flee like the coward he is," Amanda said, knowing she was in a very dangerous position. Pitting her son and Edward against each other. So, she had to make sure every move she made was calculated and thought out.

"You expect me to believe that you're just going to serve up your husband's head to me on a silver platter?" Adam asked, not believing a word.

"No, honey," shaking her head, "I do not; I expect you to believe it when you see my actions."

"And why would you willingly serve up Edward to me? Especially after what you did to my father? Is Edward's gold losing its glitter?" Adam asked, with a sneer. His head jerked to the right as his mother smacked him hard.

Amanda looked down when she felt something happening within her cunt. Her son was getting aroused again. That hard cock was reawakening for her! A loud 'Hmpf!' escaped her lips when Adam slammed her back down onto the rear seat. Smiling triumphantly up at her son when his left hand wrapped around her neck, jetting her chin at him as to say, 'What're ya gonna do now?!' Biting her lip as Adam began to roughly hate fuck her.

"Yeah, you like fucking your mother," Amanda taunted, noting the burning anger in his eyes as he drove that cock home. "Look at you stirring up my pussy without the need for a charm. I bet you just used that as an excuse because you don't want to admit the truth, that you love having your cock deep inside of me..." Shock played along her eyes and gaping mouth when Adam smacked her across her left cheek. Yet she couldn't deny that it made her folds tighten up and her cunt grow wetter. "Striking your mother, how manly of you. I bet that made you feel..." Arching her back as she came hard on her son's rod. She had no idea why this was turning her on so damn much, yet she didn't want the moment to stop. Nonetheless, she knew it would, and soon she would be back in that mansion with a dickless wonder of a husband. A husband that she couldn't get rid of like she had when she divorced Jason. That just wasn't the noble way of things.

How she felt so used as Adam took her from behind, not giving her a moment to gather herself. How she fucking loved it! She's hasn't had this hard, pounding, anger-filled sex since the first night Jason had fucked her after she had given herself to Edward for the first time. Jason was just as rough with her then as his son was now. Panting heavily into the seat as her cunt dripped in her own nectar and Adam's semen as his two loads leaked out of her very satisfied love tunnel.

"You be safe on that thing, Adam," Amanda spoke from the open car window as Adam stood beside her car after she had cleaned up hers and his juices and aired out the back of the car. "I'll be in touch," she said, rolling up the window as her car began to lift off.

Adam narrowed his eyes at the bottom of the car. Unsure he could believe a word she had uttered. He knew she had to have some angle she was playing; what that was, he just couldn't see it. Was his need to exact justice on Edward clouding his sight to the schemes of his mother? Possibly. If that was the case, he would deal with it then. What his mother was up to was of little import to him. Killing Edward, that's all he cared about. However, there was one place he needed to be. Jumping on his broom and zooming off towards his grandparents' shop.

Adam saw his grandfather outside waving to a happy customer as she left when he came in for a landing. Seeing Frank's wide, happy smile lighting up his face as he jumped off his broom. Embracing his grandfather in a tight hug before Frank pulled away.

"We need to talk."​
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