Page 21 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

MORRIGAN

Henry places his hand on my bare lower back as he guides me towards his summer house. A million thoughts are whirling through my mind as different scenarios play out; ways I can get out of a situation should it arise, without hurting him or making it obvious who I am.

We reach the house, and he opens the door, gesturing for me to enter.

He calls it a summer house, yet it’s bigger than most normal homes.

I step inside, my heels clicking on the hard wood floors as I enter.

The house is decorated as though it is spring, with beautiful flowers in various vases dotted around.

“This is beautiful,” I compliment.

“Thank you. My daughter used to love it here,” he states.

“Used to? Does she not stay here often?” I ask, trying to act innocently.

“No. I’m afraid we are estranged, at present,” he states, gesturing to the stairs.

I don’t move as I look from him to the stairs.

He grins. “Miss Fox, I promise. I am nothing but a gentleman. Please.” He gestures again and I reluctantly move and start walking up the stairs.

I can feel his eyes practically burning into my ass as I take each step.

“To the left at the end of the hall,” he instructs.

I do as he says and walk into a very large master bedroom. I whirl around quickly, just as he is shutting the door and locking it behind him, pocketing the key.

“Henry, I will warn you,” I say, taking a step back. “I know self-defence, and should you try anything, I will be forced to use it,” I state in warning.

He lets out a chuckle. “I don’t doubt you do.

I wanted to get you alone to talk to you privately, away from your little boyfriend.

You see, there are some things that you don’t know, and some of that is because of me, and I owe you an apology for that.

You have proved your worth. I have never seen a woman as beautiful and as strong as you.

You really have surpassed all my expectations. ” He grins.

I try to subtly look around the room, planning where I could make my escape. “Please get to the point, Henry. I don’t have much time to get ready for this evening’s ball,” I state.

He nods. “Well, there is something you should know,” he says as he walks towards me.

Instinctively, I take a step back until my back collides with the wall. He finally stops just in front of me, his body caging mine in. My heart is in overdrive while I try to remain calm.

“You see, Nyx isn’t who he says he is,” he states.

I frown, pretending not to know what he’s talking about, while also trying to understand why he’s telling me this now. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Henry reaches out and curls a lock of my hair around his finger. “He works for me. He isn’t a lord; he is my assistant. I told him to watch you, to spy on you, because my dear, I know you manipulated my system to get your name on my invite list,” he says with a sly grin.

I swallow, wondering where this is going as his breath dances along my cheek. “I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I just wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. As for Nyx, I’m thankful it’s nothing serious,” I state, my voice wavering slightly.

“I nearly had you killed on the spot, but then I thought anyone with those kinds of balls, someone who is not afraid to go for what they want, to prove they are worthy of such an invite, that is what you have done. You have astounded me,” he breathes.

“Thank you,” I respond quietly, not really sure how to respond to that.

“You still broke the rules, and for that I deserve more than an ‘I’m sorry’,” he states, pressing his body against mine.

I can feel his erection against my hip. My nails dig into the wall as I contemplate what to do.

“You are a special woman, Miss Fox. Think of what we could achieve together,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down the side of my breast.

I grit my teeth. “Nyx,” I blurt out.

Henry laughs. “He was just using you for your body. I can’t say I blame him.

He was doing what I asked him to do while making sure he got his needs met.

Smart man. I should give him a raise.” He smirks as his fingers gliding down to my bare thigh, where they start trailing up the inside of my shorts.

“Henry, stop—” Before I can finish the sentence, a loud crashing sound followed by a thump as something flies through the bedroom window. I let out a little scream in surprise as a large rock tumbles across the flow.

Henry steps back and as he grabs the rock, his face is furious. He storms to the window, looking out.

“That scared me,” I breathe, playing the damsel in distress a little thick.

“I will find whoever fucking did that,” he fumes, storming towards the door. “An assistant will be here in two minutes to pick you up and take you back to the main house.” He storms off down the stairs and I take a moment to catch my breath.

I was a split second from putting him on the ground. I straighten my shoulders and leave the bedroom, walking down the stairs and out of the house. Sure enough, there is an assistant waiting for me in a golf cart. I give him a nod and climb in the back.

Once back at the house, I walk up the stairs to our room and find Nyx sat in the chair on the far side, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his tattooed torso. His rich blue eyes land on me as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

“You’ve started early,” I state, walking into the room. He watches my every move, not saying a word as I unbuckle my heels and chuck them to the floor. “What’s the matter? The fact that I’ve won got you sulking?” I ask.

“He touch you?” he asks in a low growl.

I stop what I’m doing and turn to him. “Not really,” I state.

He tilts his head. “Not really?” he asks, repeating my words in question. He gets to his feet and slams his glass down on the table before he stalks his way over to me.

I don’t back up. I stand my ground as he comes to a stop. Looking down on me, his eyes search mine.

“He told you,” he states.

“I already knew,” I counter.

“Fucking knew it,” he growls.

“So, you’re Henrys bitch,” I spit.

His eyes darken and his jaw locks tight. “Don’t,” he growls.

“Don’t what? You work for Henry, you are ordered to spy on me, which works out well for whatever it is you have planned, then I catch you making out to Henry that you gained my trust, as you were covering for me.

When in fact, it was the other way around,” I point out.

“Don’t play me for a fucking fool, Nyx,” I seethe.

He smirks. “Let me tell you something. I know you are not who you say you are,” he counters.

My heart rate picks up at that accusation. How much does he know? “Then please, tell me, who am I?” I snap. It’s then that realisation hits that the cameras are gone. “The cameras.”

“I ripped them out,” he bites out, nodding his head to the table. I look over and sure enough, there are the cameras and wires. “There is no way anyone with money would act the way you act, or speak the way you speak, and I know that fucking tattoo means something,” he adds.

“So, what you are saying is, you actually know fuck all,” I quip. “And you’re basing what you know on stereotypical assumptions,” I snap back, knowing that you can’t just Google us. We are only known to those that need to know.

He smirks. “I know more than you think.” He takes a step closer.

“I know that every time I touch you, you are wet for me,” he rasps, wrapping his hand around my throat and leaning in close.

“I know that you get off on fighting me,” he whispers across my lips.

“I know today, with the carnage, the blood and the adrenaline of it got you aroused. I could have fucked you right then and there and have had you screaming my fucking name,” he says as he trails his lips up along my neck to my lobe.

“I think you’re full of shit and trying to play me,” I breathe.

“What if I am?” he states as his teeth graze my neck.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t extremely aroused.

There is an undeniable chemistry between us, that no matter how much either of us try to fight, it somehow claws its way back to the surface.

However, I can’t let go of the fact he works for Henry.

He is part of the very thing I am fighting, and I can’t give in to my desires now.

I push at his shoulders, shoving him off me.

His tattooed chest is heaving, and his rich blue eyes are dark with lust.

I shake my head no. “This isn’t happening. Not now,” I state firmly, or as firmly as I can, while trying to gain some self-control.

He grins, shaking his head. “What’s stopping you?” he asks.

The fact that you work with a man that traffics innocent girls, a rapist, is what I want to say.

He works for Henry, he knows what he is and what he does, and the fact he is still here working for him, spying on me, says it all.

“I don’t take too kindly to being lied to and spied on,” I say instead, when in reality, I couldn’t care.

I knew something wasn’t right from the moment I met him.

He, just like me, doesn’t fit in. “And as for my tattoo, it was a silly club I was in as a young girl. I may act differently than everyone here, but that is because I earned my money,” I add, hoping he believes the lie.

I don’t know how close him and Henry are, and I only need to get through tonight, then I am gone.

I need tonight to happen. I need to get that information.

He eyes me. “Well, now that you know everything, enjoy the ball tonight,” he says before walking over to the chair and grabbing his shirt, shrugging it on over his shoulders before he walks past me.

“Where are you going?” I ask before he leaves.

“You won. It’s time to go back to my reality,” is all he says before shutting the door behind him.

It’s fine. I was doing this mission alone. Nothing has changed. If anything, with him gone, it makes it all the easier for me.

I get ready, and after applying my make-up with my hair in loose waves pinned to one side, I put on the dress.

It’s black with a delicate embroidered opaque bodice, with thin spaghetti straps, and a flowing tulle skirt that has a sultry leg split.

It even has a small train. I pair it with nude strappy sandals and a clutch.

I place my perfume containing the drug to make the guard want to shit himself in my clutch, along with the fingerprint kit.

How I’m going to get his fingerprint without him knowing, I have no idea. For that I will have to improvise.

I make sure to spray my actual perfume before turning to leave for the final event.