He runs his hands down my arms and cups my full breasts, running both thumbs over my hard nipples. “You are gorgeous and sexy. My friends will enjoy you. Too bad I prefer cock.” He smirks as his eyes wander over to Axel. I immediately step away from him and stand in front of Axel, shielding him from this predator's eyes.
“You stay away from him!” I shout, and he laughs at me. Clicking his tongue, he wipes his hand down his suit jacket and shoves me away. I stumble back and fall over Axel’s still trembling form as he grabs his arm roughly, hauling him to his feet and dragging him towards a metal table. I scramble to my feet but slip on my own blood, or is it? “Leave him alone!” I yell across the room, but it falls on deaf ears. He throws Axel's body onto the table and begins strapping him down as Axel screams for help. Again, I get to my feet and run over to them. “Please, Master, I beg you. I’ll do anything, just please stop touching him,” I beg, and Master’s eyes snap to mine.
“Anything?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Yes, yes, anything just—please let him go,” I plead as tears fall down my face.
“Fine, the two of you go get cleaned up. I have a room set up with better accommodations than what you’ve been receiving. Later, we will have dinner and discuss a new deal,” he says, clapping his hands and smiling. I nod and begin to unstrap the restraints holding Axel’s arm in place.
“Thank you,” I say, and Master laughs.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he states as he walks over to a closet, takes out a new gown, and throws it at me, but I’m too slow to catch it so it falls on the table beside Axel. “Put it on. You are worth a lot of money, and these orderlies don’t get a free show.”
Lifting the cold cotton, I cover my body, and he leaves the room without another word.
“Axel, I know you hate me right now. But help me help you, please,” I beg as he sits up, wrapping the gown tightly around him. He doesn’t look at me, but at least he’s moving and alert. “Thank you,” I whisper as he steps down off the table. The door swings back open and Master comes in with Carl.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod. I take a step forward, but Axel grabs my wrist roughly, making me wince, then steps in front of me to follow Master and Carl from the room.
Even if I’ve hurt him in the worst possible way, my Fallen Angel is still my saving grace. And one day, I’ll be his, as long as that day comes and he can forgive me. My heart just can’t take that devastation. So, together we will slay all our demons. But for right now, I’ll take what I can get, even if it's a small reprieve.
Chapter 18
Caspian
Swinging the doors open to The Dungeon, I immediately see my twin in the cage, jabbing his opponent as the crowd goes wild. My eyes collide with Hayden's and we nod at one another as I walk over to the bar.
“Hey, Grace, how's our boy doing tonight?” I ask, and she smiles, placing a fresh beer in front of me.
“He’s in beast mode. I’m not sure what has gotten into him but…” She trails off as she watches him over my head. Her eyes burst with lust, and I laugh, snapping my fingers in her face to get her attention. She blinks and looks down at me.
“He’s on fire tonight. Look at him,” she says, focusing once again on my twin. I shake my head and bring the beer to my lips as the crowd cheers behind me. I spin in my stool and watch as he jabs his opponent in the chest and ribs then sweeps his foot under him, taking the guy to the floor. He wraps his arm and legs around his opponent's body, holding him in place as Hayden counts. Brax takes the win, and a smile spreads across his face.Digging into my pocket for my pack of joints, I take it out and spark one up. I glance over my shoulder at Grace, offering her a taste, but she shakes her head at me. I shrug then watch as the loser is removed from the cage.
“Hey, Grace, how many fights has he won tonight?” I ask, turning my ear towards her while Braxton exits the cage, walking straight for the exit.
“Five,” she answers, and I nod, taking another hit off my joint. My eyes narrow as that tweaker Dumpster Craig follows right behind my brother.Well, that’s fucking interesting.The only reason Craig and Braxton would be even speaking is if… No! This can’t be happening again. No one knows but me what happened and what he was hiding. Fuck! I stand to follow, but someone grabs the chain sticking out of my back pocket, pulling me towards them. I whip around and grab the person by the throat.
“Did I give you permission to touch my chain?” I ask, pulling her face closer to mine. Her big green eyes widen for a fraction of a second then blow with lust. I lick my lips, feeling her swallow under my grip. My lip curls as “Freak on a Leash” by Korn blares through the speakers.
“I-I,” she rasps, but I just squeeze tighter, pushing her against the bar top and grabbing the spiked collar I’ve been waiting to use all night. Swiftly, I replace my hand with the collar, buckling the back and attaching the leash to the ring that dangles in front of her throat. She moans, and I roll my eyes.
“I can only play for a little while. My boyfriends will wonder where I am,” she coos, and I chuckle, pulling on the leash.
“You think those biker pricks scare me, Kayla?” I ask, and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t respond. “Why are you even here? I haven’t called you in a hot minute,” I ask, and she smirks. I played with her a while ago. Way before we even moved in with Harley. When she wanted to make things more official, I stoppedplaying her games. Plus, she has two biker boyfriends and I’m not about that shit.
“I came to collect payment for the injectables. Did you think they were free?” she counters, and I tug the leash again, making her stumble a bit in her heels as we walk to the back office. I still need to see what the fuck is up with Braxton, but this will only take a minute. Stopping outside the office door, I attach the leash to the hook and look at her with a smile on my face.
“Sit,” I command, and she falls to her knees like the good bitch she is. I pat her head and tug the leash once more, forcing her to look up at me. “Now stay until I get back with what you came for,” I order and open the door to the office. Harley whirls in his chair and raises a brow as I walk over to the safe. Punching in the numbers, it clicks open and I take a stack of cash out and hand it to him. Locking the safe, I turn to look at him already sliding the money into an envelope.
“Whose this for?” he asks, and I smirk.
“Kayla Pierce,” I respond, and his eyes widen,
“What the fuck Caspian? We don’t do business with her family. How many times do I need to tell you?” he yells, and I shake my head.
“Well, it saved your life. She sold me the injectable we used on Brax, along with a few others,” I answer, and he nods.
“Fine, but let’s not make a habit of this. Did Rick ever find out where they took Presley?” he asks, and I shake my head.
