Red's voice cuts through my thoughts. "Are you going to inform the FBI that we've found Toni?"
I pause for a second too long before answering. "Once I tell the FBI, Toni will know and we'll lose her again. We’ve worked too long and too hard to miss this opportunity, Red. It’s the best chance we’ve had to catch her in weeks.”
Red sighs, clicking her tongue. "I would highly recommend you share this information with the FBI, Dr. Marquis. I know you’re frustrated, but it would be a shame if you did something stupid. Real stupid."
"I know…” I grit my teeth. “But?—”
"Tell them in person, no electronic trail,” Red suggests. “Don’t go chasing trouble, Doctor. While I think your determination is endearing, it’s foolish to think you can handle her alone. For all we know, she could have half a dozen foot soldiers at her beck and call.”
I scoff at the unnecessary warning. "I’m well aware of Toni’s capabilities, but this is the FBI, Red. They have protocols to follow. They aren’t going to agree togo analog just for us. Plus, they’re convinced their firewalls are bloody impenetrable."
She snorts. "Their confidence is cute."
“Cute is hardly an adjective one wants to hear when discussing a federal law enforcement agency.”
"So, what’s your plan then, Doc?” she asks, her tone tinged with amusement. “Take down Toni all on your own?”
Frustration creeps into my voice as I respond. "I don't have a plan right now. I... All I know is that I need her to disappear."
Red chuckles softly. "Disappear? Planning on adding another teardrop tattoo to your collection?"
My muscles tense as I get a mental flash of Simone's lifeless body.
"No," I reply sharply. "Not that type of disappearance."
Emery thinks I haven’t processed Simone’s death yet. That I haven’t dealt with the guilt and shame of taking a life. But she’s wrong. The moment that my finger pulled the trigger, I accepted my fate.
Simone was seconds away from killing Emery. I have no qualms with my choices. I did what I had to do. But Toni isn’t directly threatening Emery. She’s not holding a gun or a knife. It’s almost worse. The threat of the unknown. That’s the problem. We don’tknowwhat Toni wants. If I don’t know her motives, I can’t stop her. I can’t offer her another choice.
“Well, you better come up with a plan quickly, Doctor,” Red hums. “Who knows how long Toni willstay in Texas? If I were her, I’d move around every month, but hey, that’s just me.”
“I appreciate the advice,” I say. “Keep me updated.” I draw in a sharp breath. “And um…thank you, Red. Truly.”
“Hey,” she chuckles, “keep the checks coming and I’ll be at your service dayandnight.”
With a snort, I hang up the phone and take a moment to collect myself, my thoughts. Tonight’s not the night for revelations and revenge. I need to compartmentalize. I need to separate church from state.
Tonight is all about Emery. About fulfilling her needs. Her desires. It’s about showing her that there’s no need to be embarrassed. That there’s no need to hide her true self. There’s nothing dirty about her wants. There’s nothing filthy about the way she craves our touch. If anything, her yearnings are pure, raw in their honesty.
The guard releases the vault door when I give him a nod, and I step through the threshold into Club Hades. My mood shifts instantly, and I bottle away the last ten minutes, focusing solely on the melting moans that penetrate my ears. The scent of sex and sin dizzy my senses, and I unbutton my collared dress shirt.
Each of The Playrooms are occupied, some doors ajar, a few curtains pulled open for prying eyes. In a past life, in the after and before, I’d stop and watch. I’d pull my cock out and stroke it until the walls were sticky and white. But as I walk down the crimson halls, I have no desire to gawkand stare at women who are not my own. Her magnetism pulls on me like the moon beckoning the storming shores. Her presence guides me to The Playground, to the far left corner of the room, where she’s on all fours, Damon pounding her sweet little cunt from behind.
Emery’s gaze snaps toward me, her eyes blazing with lust, her lips parted in a silent plea for more. I can see the hunger in her, feel the heat radiating from her body as Damon quickens his assault. She's a vision of ecstasy, a goddess of pleasure, and I'm powerless to resist her allure. My cock hardens against my briefs, throbbing for her as I approach my fucked little princess.
I reach Emery’s side, my fingers trailing lightly along her skin, igniting a trail of fire down her spine. She arches into my touch, and I lean in closer, my breath mingling with hers in a heady exchange. "Having fun, darling?"
Emery expels a moaning plea, her breath heavy with need as she begs for more. Damon gives her everything she wants, and my pulse quickens. I gaze down at her, utterly captivated by her beauty as she takes all of him. Such a greedy, greedy girl.
I caress the curve of her jaw with my thumb, tracing the line of her lips with a featherlight touch. She leans in, her lips parting as she whimpers softly, so desperate to taste me on her tongue.
I offer her my thumb. A little appetizer. And she eagerly accepts, sucking on it as if it were my cock. Christ, that tongue. Those eyes. Those flutteringlittle lashes.Fuck. I growl, reaching down to unbuckle my trousers.
“Open your mouth for him, mami,” Damon grunts, wrapping Emery’s hair around his wrist, forcing her head up as her spine arches to the most prettiest of angles.
Emery obeys like a good fucking girl, so willing and needy. I palm the base of my dick as she sticks out her tongue, patting the tip along her pouty, wanting lips.
A flash of defiance crosses her features, and with a smirk, Emery surges her whole body forward, taking every inch into her mouth. Jesus Christ. Her bravado sends a rush of arousal coursing through my veins, my muscles clenching as she laps and sucks. The sight of her taking me so eagerly, her lips stretched around my cock, drives me to the edge of madness. Christ, I can’t believe that she’s mine. Mine to hold. To kiss. To touch. To fuck.
