Page 15 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER TEN

MORRIGAN

This is insane. I know Edna said about the horse racing, but I wasn’t expecting this, and by the look on her face, she wasn’t, either. “Well, he kept this hidden,” Edna mutters as we watch ten horses and jockeys get ready to race.

“This is nearly as big as the Kentucky Derby!” I blurt out.

“Not quite, dear. They have nineteen horses. This is merely a personal version for our entertainment,” one of the men states, smirking at me like I’m stupid.

“I have an Olympic sized pool and a diving board. We often host gala events and water polo,” Sherry boasts.

“Interesting. I shall have to keep an out for my invite to your next event,” Nyx says cockily.

Sherry merely gives him a flirty look. “I shall make sure you are at the top of the list, Lord O’Connor,” she purrs.

I roll my eyes. Does she want to just start humping his leg? She couldn’t be more obvious.

“Do you have any space or sport facility, Miss Fox?” a man called William asks.

I can’t help it. The smart ass just rises to the service and I’m unable to hold back.

“I have the world’s largest sex club,” I state blankly.

Edna chokes on her champagne next to me and I pat her back.

“Of course, it holds the world’s largest dildo and butt plug, too,” I add casually.

“If you would ever like an invite to one of our events, I would be more than happy to make sure you get one,” I say with a smile.

“Well, that is just uncouth.” Sherry tuts.

“Now, come on, Sherry. I think you’d rather enjoy it. Lord knows you already walk around with something firmly shoved up your rear,” I snipe.

Her mouth drops open. “How dare you!” she gasps.

Meanwhile, Edna is howling with laughter beside me, and a few of the men let out a chuckle; her husband included.

“You cannot talk to me like that,” she huffs.

“Relax, Sherry. I’m just teasing. Isn’t that right, gentlemen? It’s just harmless business banter.” I smirk, sipping my champagne. The men laugh and she slinks away, probably to soothe her ego.

“I knew the moment I saw you that you would make this weekend unforgettable,” Edna beams.

“Come on, Edna. Let’s place some bets.” I smile, linking my arm through hers and lead her towards the bookkeeper stationed to the right of us.

I catch Henry talking in the far corner with a man I haven’t really paid that much attention to.

He’s kept himself to himself for the most part.

Their conversation looks heated, if Henry’s sour face is anything to go by. “Edna, who is Henry talking to?” I ask.

Edna’s gaze follows mine. “That is Lance Walker. He deals a lot in shipping and exports.”

My heart jitters. He has to be the one organising the shipping of the girls. Damn it, why can’t I have some cool tech that I could take photos with, or listen in with a tiny earpiece? “Maybe I should meet with Lance. He could do me a deal on shipping my products further,” I state.

“Well, if I were you, I wouldn’t. There are rumours about him, and if they’re true, I wouldn’t want anything to do with him,” Edna mutters quietly.

My gaze snaps to hers. “Like what?” I press.

She shakes her head. “I can’t discuss it here. Just trust an old lady,” she says, patting my arm.

I don’t push her any further. I’m learning that Edna, albeit older, is a strong and stern woman. I’m pretty sure you could never make her do something she didn’t want to do.

After placing our bets, we walk back to the stands where our assistants are waiting for us, standing behind our chairs with their arms at their backs, staring straight ahead.

We take our seats and immediately they are filling our glasses with fresh, ice cold water.

I almost wanted to order something ridiculous, just to see if they could supply.

I take a sip of my water, actually enjoying the break from champagne.

“Oh my god, what is in this water?’ I gasp.

Penny is in front of me, frantic. “I will get it immediately changed. I am so sorry,” she apologises.

“No, no. It’s incredible,” I correct her.

I notice her take a small exhale of breath. “It’s from the springs of the Himalayas, just last week.”

I look at her like she’s lost the plot. “You’re telling me that this water was flowing through the Himalayas just seven days ago, and now it’s in my glass?” I ask, dumbfounded.

Penny nods. “It’s what makes it taste so incredibly fresh.” She nods. “Is there anything else I can get you?” she asks.

“A rainbow unicorn with glitter on its ass that shits gold nuggets?” I blurt out. I quickly clamp my mouth shut, realising I yet again let the sarcastic me surface.

Penny blinks at me stunned. Edna, meanwhile, roars with uncontrollable laughter next to me.

“I was joking. That will be all,” I add, inserting a little snobbery into my tone. Penny nods and returns back to standing behind me.

“You grew up in a normal home, didn’t you?” Edna asks, wiping the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes.

“Well, I wouldn’t say normal,” I answer truthfully.

She nods. “That’s why I knew I liked you.

You have made yourself a success, unlike all these leeches.

” She leans in. “I’m sorry to say that even your man Nyx.

..” She shakes her head. “He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. You can tell by the way he acts all entitled.” She nods, her eyes on Nyx chatting to a group of men; the same group of men who belittled me yesterday.

“He is. I think he’s only with me to try a bit of common.” I snort.

Edna smirks. “You are good for him. I can see it. You keep him on his toes.” She nods.

What I wanted to say was stamp on his toes more like.

The man was infuriating, and he was an entitled, arrogant pig.

I wish I was able to contact Betsy. She would be able to run a full check on him, then I would know exactly who he is and why he is here.

Then I could eradicate him and do what I have to do without feeling like I’m having to watch my back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the race is about to start,” a voice announces over the speaker.

I grab hold of the gold binoculars that we are all provided with and brace ourselves, ready for the race to begin. All those stood around chatting move to their seats, and Nyx comes and takes his seat next to mine. I breathe in the scent of his cologne. Damn, I hate that he smells so good.

“I caught you looking at Lance Walker,” he whispers in my ear.

I shift and face him. “And?” I ask, arching a brow.

He leans on his elbow, his thumb and forefinger stroking his bottom lip. “It’s interesting to me that you appear to be interested in him,” he states coyly.

Leaning over, I brush my cheek against his rough stubble. “Jealous?” I whisper, my lips ever so lightly grazing his lobe. “Who I am interested in is none of your business. Now, be a good little boy and let me enjoy the race,” I add before shifting back into my seat.

A gun echoes, signifying the start of the race. I forget to use my binoculars and watch with my own eyes, looking for my horse; lucky number three. The men all start cheering and yelling at their horses, and the excitement and adrenaline radiates around us.

I watch as my horse takes the lead, and I jump to my feet.

“Come on, Master Bates! Come on!” I yell, jumping up and down.

Of course, I chose the horse with a rude innuendo.

It just seemed fitting with what I was supposed to be to everyone.

“Come first, Master Bates. Faster! Ride him harder!” I yell as he falls back into second place.

The finish line is fast approaching. “Hard and fast, that’s what you need.

Come on, baby!” I clap excitedly, completely lost in the moment.

“Yes, yes. Just like that!” Master Bates pushes through and wins it by a nose.

“Yes! Master Bates came first!” I cheer.

It's then that I notice that everyone is quiet and looking at me. I look around, wondering why I have become so interesting to watch all of a sudden. I feel a firm hand glide around my waist, and the scent of Nyx lets me know it’s him.

“Interesting little show, Sparky,” he whispers in my ear, his voice full of amusement. A shiver rolls over me, and I mentally chastise myself for it. He lets go of my waist and takes my hand in his. “Let’s go get your winnings,” he states leading me down the steps.

I look at Edna, who looks like she’s been crying. I pause, forcing Nyx to stop. “Edna, is everything alright?” I ask.

She wipes her eyes one last time before she grins. “Oh, my dear, you should be a comedian.” She chuckles.

I frown, wondering what the fuck she is on about. Nyx leads me to the bookkeeper to collect my winnings. “Congratulations, madam. Your winnings.” He hands me a black velvet bag, and when I open it, I see it’s full of gold!

Holy fuck! I scream internally while keeping my mask firmly in its place.

“Thank you,” I say with a subtle nod.

“Walk with me,” Nyx demands, his hand firmly on my elbow as he leads me over to the far side.

I stop at the railing and look out at the horses being led back to the stables.

He places a hand on my lower back, his thumb moving in slow, soft strokes.

I want to flinch away, liking the feel of it all too much, so instead I keep everything locked up and endure it.

After all, we are supposed to be dating.

“So, what do you want? Some of my gold. If it would make you fuck off, I will happily give you the entire bag,” I state.

He arches his brow. “You would give me one hundred thousand dollars worth of gold just to make me leave?” he asks.

My eyes go wide. “Woah, I thought it was like ten thousand,” I mutter, lifting up the bag and feeling the weight of it.

“I need to know what your plan is,” he states quietly.