Page 27 of Blood Claims (Garnet Dagger Mafia #2)

She mentioned how the shadowed figure had wanted to take her away from it all, but we interpreted that as stepping freely off the building.

Because when we had finally reached her, there was no one there but her.

So, unless someone had a portal key at the ready to use, then there would have been no reason for her to be led up there.

Not even with our excessive powers could we produce such a thing, so none of it made any sense.

Not unless someone wished to take her from us in death, as a way of revenge.

Something we couldn’t ever let fucking happen!

So, without her knowledge, my brother and I had doubled down on the amount of security in the building.

We already had more cameras installed when we took her out shopping.

Going so far as to have ones installed in our home, when we never had before.

Not that we had ever had a reason to. But it was why we had needed to keep her out of the penthouse most of the day.

As we didn’t want her knowing about this so as not to worry her.

The aim was to get her to relax, not panic her with a potential threat.

Of course, at the time, this added security measure had been put in place to keep her from running from us…

should she get the foolish urge to do so again.

Should her doubts about this fucking stupid curse enter her mind again.

One I was looking forward to irradicating, once and for all.

But to do that, we first needed to find the fucking witch who had fucked with her head to begin with by planting the cursed seed.

Yes, we would kill the witch, that was a given. But that didn’t mean we would force Nessa to witness it. As there were other ways of proving it before that happened. Out of the witch’s bloody mouth, for one!

As for the added security installed, it was a system only we could access. Because with all the different places and ways I wanted to fuck our girl, then fuck no, no one else would have access to that!

She was ours, which meant, for our eyes only.

But now, after all of this, we were going to have to get even more creative with security.

And Tal had come up with an idea on how to achieve this after that last dream.

The plan was to have all doors installed with a lock down system that we could activate at night.

It was the only way to ensure she couldn’t get out, even in her sleep.

One that would only be accessible to open through our fingerprints when we chose to open them.

Because one thing was for damn sure, we wouldn’t be getting any fucking sleep until we did!

However, this did also mean another trip out in the city, so as she wasn’t around when this was being installed. As once again, we were trying to make her feel less like a prisoner, not more so. Fuck, but at this rate, we would be building her a pretty gilded cage to sleep in!

Now why did that thought quickly have my cock growing hard… or should I say harder, as it seemed permanently at the ready when around her. I felt like an adolescent youngling.

Fucking her in a cage would be hot as hell and keeping her in it even hotter if we did so naked, refusing to give her clothes and feeding her like our pet.

Fuck! But that barbaric thought wouldn’t fucking leave me now!

Which meant that I would need to jerk one out in the shower before dressing for tonight’s event.

One we hadn’t intended on taking her to so soon.

But with the new security, we had no choice.

It was a gala for some charity event that one of our many companies funded and was usually one I would have to show my face for.

I didn’t know what would shock the media more, the fact that I wouldn’t have my token, stick thin, brunette model on my arm this time, or that my brother was actually going to be showing his face.

We would both be turning up with the most beautiful girl on our arm, and the lack of indifference on my face would be blindingly obvious. As would all the attention we would shower her with.

Because it couldn’t be helped. She was like a drug. Every look, every smile, every laugh, every sigh… all her reactions we just lapped up, craving more. Oh, and we knew how to get them… Hence the cycle of attention, and the addicts we were in response to giving it.

And tonight would be no exception. For I didn’t give a damn if the media would be there in full force.

Or the fact that others of the rich elite were to witness this change in us.

I didn’t care if tongues went wagging across the room in a sea of gossip.

I was ready to announce it to the world by putting a ring on the girl’s finger, as was my brother.

But as we kept reminding each other, that didn’t exactly scream taking this slow. So, until then, we were happy to show her off and announce to the world in another way that the girl was ours and ours alone.

Now in this, we realized it would do two things, the first was the less ideal, for it would let our enemies know that we finally had a weakness. A weakness at risk of being exploited, which would likely be putting her in even more danger.

However, we also knew this was eventually inevitable as we would likely be seen together at some point, if we hadn’t already.

So, to counteract this risk, we knew that by highlighting this change in our lives, it would have an immediate effect among our people.

That knowledge of finding our fated would alert our own kind and therefore unite those loyal to us.

For there were far more of those who we ruled over that would risk it all to save her.

Doing so out of fear of our wrath should they not.

And should we discover one of our own could have done something to protect her from harm and hadn’t…

It would be an instant death sentence.

Fear, after all, was a great motivator.

And besides, a happy king made for a less murderous one.

Nessa was currently in a different bedroom, getting ready for our date, as she didn’t need us looming over her as she did her hair.

A good job too, as I soon received a phone call from Andras and, unfortunately, it was not happy news. Nor was it great timing. Although, it never would be as it concerned her friend Stacey.

Someone that our second had just prevented from being…

Kidnapped.