All I could feel was the weight of the keys in my pocket. It felt as though someone had started to squeeze all of the air out of my lungs. No one had prepared me for losing my father at such a young age and now that death had come for my mother, I still wasn’t prepared.
I had phoned Gabriel, but he hadn’t answered. There hadn’t been much communication between us in the last few days but that didn’t matter now. He should be able to say goodbye to her one last time.
Everything was a complete blur once I arrived. She took her last breaths with me at her side and it went quiet. It was like I’d suddenly went deaf in both my ears. I stayed for as long as I could with her; her pale white hand went cold and stiff in my hand.
Tears.
I hadn’t cried in years.
I couldn’t even recall the last time I had cried…but the tears came and it was like a flood gate opened inside of me.
The entire drive to Frost, my mood had turned to match the name of my club. I was in the mood for nothing. Entering into my club, I saw the hot little piece of ass that I’d been staying away from, Yasmine.
Her skimpy black dress was as high as it could go. She was taking orders from guests on a notepad. The pen she used flew across the page as she took everything down. Flashing her male customers a toothy grin she darted to the bar where I was waiting.
“Lucien, hi,” she smiled. “Wasn’t expecting you here.”
“Why?” My tone was dark and pointed.
She shrugged. “Just wasn’t…you’ve been pretty preoccupied lately.”
“Jealous?”
She laughed and then her hands decided to dance over the buttons of my shirt. I was starting to get hard at the thought.
“Do you want me to be jealous?”
I leaned in close and whispered into her ear. “Don’t play stupid games with me.”
“I might want the prize.” Yasmine licked her lips and I remembered how her mouth had felt.
“Bring vodka to the VIP when you’re done.”
Stepping away, I regained control of my senses. Yasmine would be trouble if I let her be trouble. Fucking her senseless would have been just the thing I needed but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger.
The velvet ropes of the VIP were parted for me and I took a seat under the blue lights that made everything shimmer. I leaned my head back and surveyed the club. People were out partying and dancing. Drinks were being spilled and laughter had. I should have gone home and waited for Simone.
Who in the fuck have you become?
That little voice came from out of nowhere. Yasmine appeared with my bottle of vodka and as she bent over to pour a glass, she flipped her blond curls over her shoulder and I caught sight of the pink thong she was wearing.
“Anything else?”
She toyed with her bottom lip and that side of me, the vicious animalistic side of me, wanted to tell her yes. That she could get down on her knees in front of everyone and pull my dick out and suck it until I came down her throat, gagging her half to death.
“No.”
“Okay, give a wave if you need more vodka.”
I picked up the glass and watched her leave. She bumped into someone who was trying to get past the guards and into the VIP section. The guards were holding them back and that was when I realized who it was.
Simone’s brother Albie had shown up. I became aware of the gun at the base of my spine.
“Let him pass!” I shouted.
The guards turned, caught by surprise at my words. They held up their hands and let the little weasel in. He approached and adjusted his clothing.
“What are you doing here Albert?”
