Page 23 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

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I am on a fucking rampage. I am destroying everything in my path. Walls, tables, and now, this snack machine. I kick it hard, resulting in everything falling to the bottom. I grab them and throw them against the wall.

A hand grabs my arm. I snarl and raise a fist. “Fuck, Synn! It’s just me, Destiny!”

“What do you want?”

“Fuck, I just saw you beating the shit out of everything, I wanted to check on you.”

“Just fuck off, not in the mood for your bullshit.”

“Hey...how about I give you some stress relief?” She bites her lip. “I can blow you, no recip.”

“Sure.” I reach down and undo my pants, taking out my soft cock. “On your knees.”

“Here? People will see...”

“And? Do it now or fuck OFF!”

She gulps, slowly lowering to her knees. “You’re not even hard,” she whines.

“Isn't that your job to fix?”

She just nods, sucking me into her mouth. She suckles hard, swirling her tongue around the shaft. She moans, and I roll my eyes. “No theatrics.” I grab her hair, forcing her to go at my punishing pace. I start to harden, my mind only seeing a pair of wide, green eyes.

I make her take me deep, then hold her head still. She can't breathe, but I don’t give a fuck. I hear a gasp and turn my head to see those green eyes. Phoenyxx is walking towards us, Frost at her side. Hurt flashes through her eyes, then she schools her expression, hatred filling her eyes instead.

“What a piece of shit you are!” she snipes. Frost grabs her arm, whispering something in her ear. “FINE,” she replies, through gritted teeth. They walk past, with no word from Frost. Fine. Fuck them all. My father included.

I finish quickly and pull Destiny’s mouth off me, shoving her back. “Leave!”

“Synn...” she tries. I just shove past her, heading outside. I need to get away from anyone breathing.

Phoenyxx

Synn is such an ass. I am stewing in anger, needing an outlet of some kind. Frost steers me out to the “cool kids” courtyard, and I stop cold when someone else touches me from behind. “Phoenyxx, are you alright?” Hunter. Fuck my life.

“Fine, DOCTOR Harris.” I snub him, but he just gets more insistent. “Is there a problem here? Mr. Aslanov?”

Wow, his real last name. Frost steels his expression, responding with a steely, “Nothing wrong here. We were just...”

Hunter grips my shoulder insistently. “You need to come with me. You missed an appointment.” What? No, I didn’t.

I look at him in confusion. “Um...”

Frost butts in with a suspicious glare. “She is with me right now, SIR. I'm sure it can wait.”

Without another word, he walks me right past. Great, I really can’t take any more drama!

Frost

It's not often that I get angry enough to want to hurt someone. An order from my father vs my own issues are vastly different. Anger is the only emotion I process. Love, hate, even lust- are not things I actually feel. Sure, I can fake it convincingly enough. But for some reason right now, my gut is twisting, my heart is racing, and I have a warmth in my chest. I can’t get the picture of Harris's face out of my head. The way he looked when he looked at Killer. I've had a lifetime of observing others’ behavior. I know feelings when I see them. He definitely has something stirring, and I don’t like it. At all.

I'm leading Phoenyxx to the gym, where I regularly work out this time of day. It's usually empty, which is why I chose this time. The more I ruminate on Harris, the worse I feel.

I see Purge up ahead, leaving the gym. I reach out as he goes to pass, shoving Killer into his arms. “Can you watch her right now? I have something to take care of.”

“Sure, man. What's up? Why does she need a babysitter?”

“Ask Synn. If you can find him.”

He gets a confused look on his face, looking between Phoenyxx and me. “I’ll explain, Purge,” Killer softly replies.

He puts his hand under her chin, raising her head to look into her eyes. “You good?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out.

Interesting. Something is going on there, too. With my jaw set, I nod to them both as I turn on my heel and head towards the medical building. Harris is damn well going to give me some answers.

Hunter

I pace the small confines of my office, hoping I didn’t give anything away when I saw Phoenyxx. It startled me—she was walking funny, and a bit hunched over, she has bruising on her wrists and neck. She was oddly quiet. And she was seemingly with Frost willingly.

Thoughts of this girl torture me day and night.

I am here to serve a purpose, and I can’t concentrate on my REAL work.

I am undercover for a lawless organization.

A group of ex-military mercenaries. The only intel I have is first names and phone numbers for throw-away phones.

I am supposed to be digging for information on the director of this place, as well as observing the behavior of the other adults here.

Which aren’t many that I’ve seen. Aside from myself and the director, I’ve only seen a handful of teachers and the doctor.

I am stewing when my door bursts open. A very angry-looking Frost marches in. That's new. He is always emotionless. Nothing seems to rattle him. “We need to talk, Harris.”

“I am busy, Mr. Aslanov. Make an appointment.”

“I suggest you clear your schedule; this will not wait.” He stands directly in front of my desk, glaring down at me. I rise from my chair, rounding the desk. Standing toe to toe with him, I raise an eyebrow. “Get on with it then.”

“Sit,” he bites out. I blow out a breath and shake my head. “You boys need to learn you can’t intimidate me, and I am one of your superiors.”

He barks out a laugh, then lowers himself into the chair across from the desk. “Phoenyxx. What is the deal with you two? Don't say nothing—I saw what I saw during that encounter.”

My heart skips a beat, and I school my features into a neutral state. “I merely saw a student who looked out of sorts. She was walking hunched over, and I did see bruises. Any other teacher would have stopped her, also.”

“First of all, you saw NOTHING. She is NOT your concern. We have it handled.”

“We? The Six, I take it? That hardly eases my mind.”

“Tough shit,” he grits out. He stands up abruptly, leaning over the desk.

His hand lashes out, sweeping my papers and some knick-knacks onto the floor.

The glass tinkles as it breaks. He bends down to pick up a piece, shoving forward more to push it against my neck.

“This is your only warning. Stay away from Phoenyxx outside of your sessions and stay in your fucking lane.” He straightens and drops the glass.

A trickle of blood runs into the collar of my shirt.

I say nothing and hold his gaze as he slowly backs out of the room, slamming the door so hard, the walls rattle.

I am going to have to forward this warning to my employers.

I am truly frightened for Pretty Girl. I don’t want her seen as an obstacle—or worse—a target.

I hurriedly stack the papers back on my desk and grab the Swiffer to sweep the glass into the trash can.

I grab my key and head out, locking the door, as always.