Page 8 of Cruel Possession

I lower the gun and turn the safety back on, sliding it into the holster. “We are a fucking family, and we need to start acting like it. The Rinaldos are like a hydra. We need to be on the same page. Working together. Having each other’s back and understanding we are in the middle of a fucking war.”

I look at each person in turn.

Each of the men and women in front of me has a role to play, has something to bring to the table. They just have to want to bring it. And as their leader, it is my job to find out the best way to do just that.

We can’t keep living this way, otherwise there’s going to be nothing left of us.

“We all need to step up because I’m tired of having bodies left at my door. So, starting today, we need to find a way to come together to start cutting off heads and cauterizing the wounds.”

I just hope I can escape my own hell long enough to be the leader and brother they deserve.

Chapter Three

ZOE

The smokeof the club surrounds me, my heart beating in time with the bumping music as my gaze scans the crowd, searching for him.

He told me to be here. And I could use a little time with him. Something to take the edge off.

I could spend the rest of my night climbing him like a tree and using his cock to get myself off until I’m so numb I don’t even know my own name.

It’s the only way to end a week like the one I’ve had.

There he is.

He comes through the doors with his head held high, though he barely looks at anyone.

There’s something about the way he moves through the crowd, striding forward as they part for him, his gaze only for me.

This arrangement we have might not be the best, in fact, I’m sure it’s going to get me killed one day, but it’s the arrangement I have time for right now.

Through the glowing bright strobe lights, blues and pinks swirling around the room, his gaze remains locked on me.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a crooked smile, a fading bruise surrounding his eye.

He draws closer to me, and that smile falls.

I don’t care. We are not friends, just the opposite, and I don’t need him to be smiling or happy when he’s making me come. In fact, I hate the fact that sex with him is the best I’ve ever had.

Not that I’m going to tell him that.

He’s already got a big enough head.

Along with a massive cock.

He stops in front of me, his hands landing on my waist, the silk of my dress bunching in his touch. He spins me around and pulls me hard against his body, his lips hovering close to my ear, tongue darting out to lick the shell.

“You look like you’re out to be a good little slut tonight.” His voice rasps in my ear.

I press closer to him, my ass rubbing against the bulge of his cock as I move to the beat of the music.

I tip my head back against his chest, looking up at the scruff running along his jaw. “Maybe. You going to bend me over and fuck me, or are you finally going to grow the balls to kill me?”

Aiden’s hand slips down the outside of my thigh.

Fingers trail beneath the hem, sending shivers through my body.

Hot breath skates across my bare shoulder blades, and his lips press against my pulse.