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FOURTEEN

DRACO

“What did I do?” The guy manning the metal detectors pleads in a pathetic voice tied to the chair.

I adjust my mask with the upside cross that has been in my family for generations. “What do you think you did?”

“I was checking out this chick at the door,” he explains in a thick Boston accent. “Making sure she didn’t have anything on her.”

I rotate the wooden bat in my hand as if I were about to step up to the plate.

I chuckle. “Chick, huh? What did she look like?”

I’m fucking with him. Using the app on my phone, I was able to track their arrival while I was waiting. The problem is that he got too close.

“What are you going to do?” Rachel asks, her voice quivering in anticipation. “You didn’t warn me that if I brought her, I would have to witness someone getting hurt.”

“You’ll get paid,” I assure her. “You got her here, and you’ve done a good job keeping an eye on her at the club.”

“Who is she to you anyway?” Rachel asks inquisitively. “Why her?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart. Run alongside the rest of your friends and have fun. Tickets are on me.”

She gives me a nervous look, then turns her gaze to the guy strapped to the chair with the look of fear in his eyes.The smell of piss causes her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. “You guys are a bunch of freaks.”

I look up at the ceiling. “Don’t piss me off, Rach. You know what happens when I do. Now. Get The Fuck Out.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice and scampers off rushing from the room to meet her friends, one of them currently fucking one of the guys in the next room.

I wait until Kaden shuts the door. I flip the chair in front of him and straddle the seat. “Now where were we, Bastien?”

“She’s blond.” He closes his eyes, telling me from memory. “Her tits are high and perky. Her shorts are so short that you can see where her ass cheeks meet the back of her thigh. Her face…” he pauses.

“Go on,” I urge, tapping the bat against the wooden arm of his chair, causing him to squirm.

“She’s hot. You can’t forget a face like that.”

“One look,” I press.

“One look and you’re a goner, man. Now let me outta here. I didn’t touch her. If she’s your girl or something, I’m sorry.” His voice cracks from screaming.

“Here’s a little riddle. Let’s see how stupid you are. What happens to little boys with small cocks who stick their hands inside the cookie jar?”

“I don’t know,” he stutters.

“Hold your hands out, Bastien,” I instruct, getting up. He does it and looks up. “This is going to hurt.”

I get up and swing the bat, hearing the crunch of bone followed by his pathetic screams.

“Ahhhh! Shit,” he cries louder in agony. “Shit,” he whines, then blinks hard, staring at his fingers in awkward angles. “It fucking hurts!”

Kaden steps forward eagerly. I toss him the bat. “Finish him.” Kaden nods and cuts his eyes toward Bastien. “That was a preview. This is going to hurt like hell.”

I walk out of the room, shutting the door, silencing Bastien’s agonizing cries for mercy.

“She’s here,” Dahlia says, walking up to me dressed in her costume, making sure she pushes her breasts against her corset.

“I know.”

“Why bring her, Draco?” she asks more in an accusation.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now. It has nothing to do with you.”

She places a hand on my arm. I look down at her hand like it’s diseased. “But I thought you didn’t believe.”

I look away sharply, staring at the door where Kaden is torturing one of my employees because he touched her. Because his intent was to fuck her when she wasn’t his to fuck. “I said, ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’”

I couldn’t erase the look in Athena’s eyes from the video surveillance. She was uncomfortable, but there was a look that crossed her features. Something familiar. Something that brought a protective instinct inside me. The same feeling I had the night when that asshole was following her in the Tesla.

“I can see it in your eyes, Draco. You want her.” She sighs like she lost a bet. “Just fuck her and come back to me.”

It’s not that simple. Nothing involving Athena is simple. I’ve already killed one man. Now another is going to suffer the same fate, and I don’t know why, but all I know is it has to be done. Athena seems to attract predators, and I can’t shake the feeling the man inside that room is one of them.

My gaze falls on her heavily makeup-coated face, which resembles a seductive zombie. Dahlia is beautiful and seductive, and I hate that she wastes her time hoping one day I would change my mind. “Who said I would go back to you?”

She flinches like I struck her.

My father warned me, but I didn’t listen. I just have trouble believing the fantasies they’ve been telling me since birth. That fate would bring a woman who is destined to me, and a cycle will begin when we meet. That destiny is written. That we come back when the cycle starts again. That I’m…him. But too much time has passed according to their predictions. High school is over. We should have met in high school, but I’ve never met the girl. I would know. I would have felt it. The psychic read the tarot cards and said she would understand what we were. What we did and why. What we stood for because she’s the reason behind it all.

My brother believes it, but I’m not my brother, yet every year we come back to Stockbridge. To our family’s estate. To the town where it all began, and every year I wait, and for years, I’ve convinced myself that it’s all bullshit. Like shaking an eightball after you ask a question and it gives you different answers with no results.

“Go rehearse,” I demand.

Her shoulders sag in defeat, but I don’t care. I’ve told her what we are. Nothing but two people who occasionally have sex because it is convenient. She knows she’s not the only one. It’s not a secret.

“Is it always going to be like this?” she asks in frustration.

“Like what?” I snap, getting annoyed.

She lifts her head, her eyes pleading for me to fuck her.”Waiting for whomever she is to show up.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. “I’m right here, Draco.”

“I’m aware. I have eyes.”

Her tongue peeks out, licking her bottom lip.”I can be whatever you want, Draco. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Dahlia, you know how this is going to play out. We’ve talked about this before. It’s not her. You know I don’t believe in it.”

But I’m not so sure anymore.

She smiles. “And I end up on my knees, full of you.”

“Is that what you want?”

Anything to shut her up and take the edge off since Athena showed up. One last time.

“You know I’ll take what I can get when it comes to you,” she says softly, placing the palm of her hand on my chest.

“On your knees,” I growl.

She drops to her knees, licking her lips. I close my eyes, imagining blond hair and pouty lips. Dark brown eyes the color of chocolate.

Dahlia pulls my hard cock out. She runs her fingers up and down the Jacobs ladder on the underside of my shaft.

“It’s going to be hard, Dahlia,” I warn, telling her my deepest thoughts.

She knows I mean for me to come. It always is with anyone. There hasn’t ever been just one that can get me off. I think it’s a curse that I need more than one woman at a time. But when it’s over, I feel empty. Unsatisfied. Another body. Another woman I don’t feel a connection to.

“Hmm,” Dahlia moans as she takes me in her mouth. I grip her bright red hair and fuck her mouth hard but feel nothing. I drag her to the makeshift wall while holding the back of her neck and walking with my cock still on her mouth. Her back hits the wood as I shove my cock down her throat and fuck her face. Her hands grip my thighs, but I don’t let up. I fist her hair, pushing her face toward me. Her top lip grazes the short stubble of my pubic hair.

Dahlia likes for me to take her rough. I can fuck her hard in any way I like. She also likes pussy and in some way reminds me of her mother Nyx.

She moans, taking me deep. I’m trying to get into it, but for some reason I can’t, and it’s something I need to fix even if I don’t want her.

The back door opens.

I look up to see a glimpse of long white hair, the color of snow. Vega.

“Can I have some?” she says in a sultry voice, her eyes asking for permission.

“I can make room for one more,” I tell her.

She walks over in her red, over-the-knee boots. Her black dance outfit rides up the lips of her pussy when she walks. She’s dying for me to fuck her because her hand slides between her legs, sliding her fingers underneath. She pulls them out, glistening, before she drops to her knees next to Dahlia.

Dahlia pulls my cock out of her mouth. Vega rubs her arousal over the head. Then licks the tip and starts to fuck me with her mouth. The flat part of her tongue sliding over the barbels on my shaft making me groan.

“You have the most delicious cock,” Dahlia says, joining Vega. They both take turns sucking and deep throating. Drool drips on both of their chins. They each take a turn going deeper and deeper, trying to see who can get me off faster. I grunt, fucking Vega’s face, closing my eyes. A small voice whispers in my head, ”What’s your name?”

My eyes pop open; I catch Dahlia’s green eyes full of jealousy as she watches Vega take me deep in her throat.

What the fuck is happening?

I let out a grunt, closing my eyes trying to concentrate. “That’s it, Vega. You’re so good, baby. Take it,” I praise, but a memory filters inside my head, a sexy blond on stage dressed like a clown. I can’t seem to forget her. Athena.

Vega moans on my cock. A surge of heat runs through my veins like feeding gasoline to an already blazing fire. Not from pleasure but from anger. Sweat drips down my neck under my mask.

I thrust hard, causing Vega to hit the wood behind her, pinning her to the wall as I fuck her face savagely. I’m losing control. Vega’s hands grip my thighs, trying to breathe through her nose, but I shove her off.

My chest rises and falls like I’m running a marathon. “Get out,” I growl.

Vega’s light brown eyes lift, and it’s a shade too light.

“What’s wrong?” they both say in unison.

“Jesus, Draco,” Vega croaks, taking a deep breath. “What was that?”

I’m losing my fucking mind.

Dahlia glances between me and Vega like she missed out on something.

I tucked myself away and headed to my trailer to wash them off.

“Where are you going?” Dahlia asks, desperation clouding her voice.

I look over my shoulder, unsatisfied. “To follow the rabbit.”