“You’ve lost custody of your son,” I told her. “Alistair and I are building a family, and do you know what Damian calls me most of the time now? Mom.”
Her face flushed crimson. “I’m not done with you.”
“You’ve already lost.”
“Not quite.” Her lips curled into a malevolent smile. “There’s a broken animal on the loose.”
Ice slid down my spine.
“Oh my God.” My pulse stumbled as the realization struck.
Alistair.He was next on Saira’s list. I needed to get to him. Fast. Leave the soulless corpse where she belonged to rot.
ORION AND THE SCORPION
Alistair
Gazing through one of The Church’s bedroom windows, I caught the full moon shimmering over the Atlantic. Angelique or Mistress B, as Vera liked to call her, kept the place running flawlessly. My haven ran on two currents: the ground floor’s luxury strip club and the licensed brothel above. The clientele? Politicians, entrepreneurs, and wealthy tourists who wanted discretion.
The clientele included politicians, CEOs, and travelers with platinum cards and appetites they couldn’t feed at home. They came here for discretion and indulgence. The rooms breathed wealth: sprawling suites perfumed with lavender, private spas, and glass panes framing the city’s glowing coastline.
“Scotty, she’s here,” Angelique said, appearing at the door with a petite blonde at her side.
“Come in.” I motioned the blue-eyed beauty closer, then nodded at Angelique.
“I’ll shut the door on the way out,” she said, nudging the blonde forward.
The woman’s eyes lowered as she bowed her head. She was no more than five feet and four inches, with shapely legs and a pretty face. Her tiny blue negligee was an enticing weave of lace and silk.
“What’s your name, angel?” I asked, eyeing her perky buttocks.
“Do I need a name?” The woman moved like a panther, swinging her seductive hips.
I caught her soft hands when she reached to straighten my collar. “You’ll need a name, and don’t fucking negotiate with me.”
She kissed my face, her fingers sliding through my neatly combed hair. “You’re a handsome man, Mister Scott.”
“Name,” I growled against her ear.
“Alexis,” she whispered, her full lips brushing my neck.
“Just Alexis?” I curled my fingers in her hair, tugging until her head tilted back.
“Just Alexis,” she echoed, shoulders loosening when I released her.
“Have you worked in a place like this before?” I asked, watching her every twitch.
“I was an escort in college.”
“Who bought your time?”
A flicker of defiance crossed her eyes. “I can’t say. It’s not relevant.”
My grip fisted in her curls again, sharp enough to make her gasp. “Everything’s relevant when I ask. Now,” I dragged her face closer, my mouth grazing her ear. “Seduce me.”
“Do you have a girlfriend? A wife?” she asked, sliding one strap off her shoulder until a bare breast spilled free.
“Does it matter?” Heat pooled low in my gut as my cock stirred.
