Chapter 22: Cardinal Sin - Cole

"I am so proud of you." Kamila runs her fingers through my hair and I close my eyes, so happy that she's here. "And you know your mother would be proud of you too."

I close my eyes, relishing at the feel of her hands in my hair, her motherly presence all around me.

"And when the hell did you get so good?" She chuckles, hugging me again. "If your mom were to see you now, she wouldn't believe that her son was so athletic."

My mom and Kamila met in art school. They became inseperable ever since. So Kamila likes to joke that she doesn't know how Monet and I are their children when even our names depict our mothers' art. My mother sketched with coal, it was her love language as Kamila likes to tell me, so she named me after it. Monet is named after a famous French artist which is Kamila's favorite. Yet one studies Physics, and the other one throws a ball.

"Coach says my talent just wasn't fully utilized at my old school, and that my coaches didn't understand the way I played." I tell her what Coach Murray told me the first day I started training at his facility. I worked very hard over those two years to be the player I am today. Everything I eat is very calculated, the type of exercises I do, and how I read the field.

"Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?" She asks with my face in-between her palms, and I nod. "Then I will support you, but I don't care if you're a football player, or a janitor, as long as you're a good man."

What will she say when she finds out I'm not good in my core? Would she disown me if she found out about the cameras, and the footage I've accumulated since I left home? Yeah, she's not going to like that, and she'll take all the words back that she just said right now.

"Now go leave an old lady alone and enjoy yourself."

"You're not old, if you wanted to you could get yourself a man, especially since Monet is out of the house now."

"Thank you for reminding me that I'm all alone." She scoffs at me. "And I don't want a man, they're kind of disgusting."

She's right, we are disgsuting. I'm one the most disgusting ones out there.

"And take care of your sister, protect her always."

That's why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm well on my way to take care of both of them, so that they will never want for anything again, but I don't tell her that. She will just say that it's not my job to take care of her.

I make her promise to call me before she leaves, and to keep her location on so I can see where she is at all times.

The nice thing about being on the football team in this town is, I can park wherever I want without having to worry about getting a ticket. Greek Row is packed as expected, and I literally pull up to the curb at the frat house that house the football parties, the crowd roaring when tehy see my truck.

The football team and this house have a years long arrangement. All the parties are hosted here, and we draw all the hot girls out. All the giirls literally want to be at this party, forming lines to get in. When they can't get in, they go to other frat houses.

People clap me on the shoulders as I walk past them , some asking for selfies . I spot Luke in the crowd on the front lawn with Monet and Amy with him, dancing and laughing and looking like they're having a great time.

Stacey spots me, and she comes up to me, rubbing her tits all over my chest. She must know I'm starting to get bored, because she stads on her tiptoes and bring my head down so she can whisper in my ear. "I have a friend who would like to join us."

Now in the past, I would've taken her up on the offer, but I no longer need her, not when I have live access to my obsession.

'Pass." I shrug her off me and find a few players who want to talk football and what we're gonna do in next week's game. When I look back into the crowd, checking up on the girls, that creep James has his hands around Monet's waist. Anger rushes through me, the kind that spells trouble, and I have to shake my head to get rid of it.

Luckily, Luke comes up to me, dragging Amy with him. The big guy is knackered, he played a hard game, combined with the alcohol he might pass out soon.

"Dorms?" I ask him, and he nods. I should keep my eyes on him, because Amy looks drunk too, and that could just open up a whole can of worms.

I move into the crowd, everyone wanting a piece of me, but I reach my target and calmly pull Monet by her hand. "See you around, James."

He looks bewildered as Monet laughs and follows me without a word.

I wasn't gonna leave here without her, especially not when she looks a little too friendly under the influence of alcohol. I make everyone pile into my truck and drive to the dorms. We can get Amy's car in the morning, and I text Coach to let him know she's safe and sleeping over.

Luke and Amy are a little bit too touchy feely, and I literally have to peel them off each other before there are regrets in the morning, and make her go to my bedroom instead.

Luckily. Luke doesn't object too much, he goes to his room without a word and falls face first on his bed.

I throw a blanket on the couch, looking at the piece of furniture like it's going to shoot me, my body aching from the hits I took today. I could go sleep with Luke, but he's almost laying across the whole bed, even though it's a bed made for athletes.

I stand in my bedroom, looking at the girls in it. Amy is laying on the far side, with Monet nicely in the middle, giving me a lot of space to lie down next to her.

She's completely out of it, and she doesn't even stir when I rub my impossibly hard dick against her luscious ass, my fingers creeping into the space the little suit she's wearing gives me, swiping a single digit through her pussy lips. I knew she would feel like heaven, all warm and soft.

Kamila says I should protect her.

She doesn't know the person Monet needs protection from, is me.