With those parting words, he left. The metal door slammed shut behind him, briefly illuminating the club in white before being snuffed out.
“So…” Lock started. “You’re lying to us now?”
If I didn’t know better, I’d think Lock sounded worried.
I was always the one in control. Raze’s anger got him into trouble. I couldn’t count the number of times we’d had to clean up some mess because Lock had no control over where he stuck his dick. And Wraith? Wraith was like trying to keep a pet jaguar—the minute it was free, it would maul your face off.
“Are you fucking her?” Lock asked.
“No.”
“Good. You can’t fuck her.”
I laughed, caustic. “I know you’re not about to tell me where I can put my dick.”
“Are you planning on fucking her?” Lock continued, undeterred.
I thought to what I’d left on Gemma’s dresser. My come leaking and staining her pretty, perfect things.
Whenever I closed my eyes, I could still feel her perfect, soft cunt. Could still picture that pouty princess act slip into perfect surrender as she stretched for my cock. One night on the beach wasn’t nearly enough.
There’s still so much I need to do to her.
Finally, I answered. “No.”
Raze exhaled, rubbing a hand across his face. “It feels a lot like five years ago.”
A sludgy, foreign sensation filled my gut—guilt.
There were a lot of rumors surrounding thewhyof us. We were born into some top-secret, illuminati-style crime syndicate. We were a sex cult. We were the muscle of some shadowy power.
The truth was, we were just as indebted as whomever was inked on our skin. But five years ago, we were almost out.
I rubbed my neck. “What are you saying?”
“We were almost out. No, we fuckingwereout. Then you took her contract. I’m not doing another five years of this.” He shoved his hand toward the door Vander had just left through.
“And you think I want that?” I said.
“I don’t know,” he said. “This is the second time in a month he’s shown up.Areyou any closer to closing her contract?”
Silence stretched again, thick and sticky.
“It’sus,” Raze said. “We know you, man. We know that you’re acting differently with her. You treat her differently.”
I rubbed my jaw. Not able to deny it, but not exactly going to confirm.
“You can’t see her anymore,” Lock said.
I stopped rubbing my jaw, hand frozen.
“Dude, you know I’m right,” he continued. “Until we can figure out a way to get you out of her contract, you stay away. We don’t need to give that asshole more ammo. We can handle any interactions. Don’t let a fucked-up socialite be the reason ten years goes up in flames.”
Hewasright. I should have stayed away years ago. There were already too many secrets I’d been keeping from my brothers because of her.
Too many times I’d gone to her and lied to them.
If there was ever a time when Gemma and I could have been something, it died the day we took our ink.
