The proof against me was laughable. An anonymous tip to the police led them to my door. I wasn’t there. I’d checked my voicemail and had a panicked call from Olivia asking me to call the members of the club. It had cut off before she finished. It was hours after she called that I got the message because I had a flat and the damn spare was missing. At the time, I thought the service department had left it out when I took my car in last time. Now, I’m sure that it was just part of my setup. Before I could call Olivia back or even check for a second message, Detective Sutton showed up at my door with some uniformed police officers. It was extremely late. I don’t even know how they got a search warrant—without my club being notified one was being issued. I stood back and asked what all this was about and can still remember that detective looking at me with disgust—as if I wasn’t fit to breathe his air. I repeated my question, demanding to know what they wanted. He scoffed and looked at the search warrant that had been stuffed into my hands. I hadn’t taken the time to read it. When I told him I needed to call my girlfriend because I was worried about Olivia, he ignored me as the officers began to go through my shit. I tried again to tell him Olivia was worried about Bear, and I needed to see what the fuck was going on. Then he told me he had spoken to Olivia, and that’s why he was there. That’s when my blood ran cold …
That was only the beginning of the shocks I had that night. A gun was found in my nightstand. It was my gun, and it always stays exactly where it was. Yet the gun had recently been fired, and the butt of it was covered in blood, hair, and what appeared to be skin and tissue. I knew then I was in the center of a fucking mess. When they found my cut in my closet with more blood on it, I knew I was well and truly fucked. I didn’t give up, not until I was interrogated and discovered the truth about Olivia. She was the sister of Eyeball, the Feral Kings president. The judge wouldn’t release me, claiming I was a fucking flight risk. So, I demanded Hangman to find Olivia and bring her to me. When she mysteriously disappeared, I knew I was fucked, and she had a hand in it. Bear’s body was never recovered, but the pools of blood at the old garage, along with a large piece of skin that had been cut from his body, determined that there’s no way Bear would’ve survived. I held out hope—even though deep inside I knew better—until the DNA matched the skin and blood to Bear. In that moment, I gave up completely. My men told me I was stupid, but I ignored them and ordered them to find his body. They’ve tried, but no sign of Bear was ever found. I lost my brother. Part of me felt going to jail was what I deserved for letting Bear down. I hated myself. I hated Eyeball and his asshole followers and most of all I hated Olivia, who didn’t tell me who she was and disappeared when I needed her the most. I will admit it surprised me that she completely disappeared, but then I figured she called me to get me out of the house so her brother could frame me. It’s just my fucking luck that the flat tires gave them the same opportunity. Then again, I figure Olivia is the reason I had the flats. If not her, then definitely one of the Feral Kings at her direction.
“It’s all done and waiting on you, sir. We’ve missed you.” I lift an eyebrow and smirk at her. Her smile deepens. “I’ve missed you,” Layna confesses softly.
“I have some personal meetings today. Be at my place at eight tonight,” I order. Her eyes light up. I’m not stupid. I see the dollar signs in her eyes. I just don’t give a fuck. I’ve been locked up for four years. Layna will help work that out for a bit. It’s just one of the reasons I had Hangman move her from the club to my office. If she wants to fool herself into thinking she can use her body to attach herself to me, let her think it. She’s nothing but free pussy to me. That’s all any woman will ever be. I’ll never let another one get close to me again. Olivia taught me an important lesson that I’ll never forget.
“You got it, Blade. Would you like me to bring dinner?” Her question is flirty and filled with an unspoken invitation as she uses my first name.
“We’ll order room service,” I respond. “I have some men arriving in the next hour. Show them to my office and bring us some coffee.”
She nods, still grinning at me. I shake my head and walk into my office. “Can I help you with anything else before they arrive, Blade?” she asks from right behind me.
I turn to face Layna. My hand wraps around her neck, applying just enough pressure to make my dick twitch in my pants. Her eyes dilate, and the hunger on her face is more than evident. “It has been four years, so I’m willing to let it pass this once, but what’s the rule we have here at the office?” She moistens her lips, her eyes hungrily eating me up. When she doesn’t answer right away, I apply more pressure, cutting off her airflow. She can’t talk now—even if she wanted to. I don’t miss the way her nipples pebble under the blue silk shirt she’s wearing. It doesn’t surprise me that she’s not wearing a bra. For Layna, easy access is something she’s always strived for. I happen to like that about her. Her eyes start to water. The tears leaking down and gliding across her cheeks give me a twisted sense of pleasure. Reluctantly, I slowly let off the pressure in my grip. “Answer me.”
“I’m to call you sir or Mr. Aetos.”
“Now, ask me your question correctly.”
“Is there …” She has to stop talking, taking a visible breath and letting it move through her trembling body. She’s not afraid, at least not like she should be. She thinks I still have a trace of the old me lurking around inside my brain. She couldn’t be more wrong. I’m broken, and the only thing inside of me is a beast that constantly needs to make others suffer.
“I don’t have all day, Layna.”
“Is there anything I can help you with before your appointments get here, s-sir?”
I grin. “Since you asked nicely, go in front of my chair and get down on your knees.”
She rubs her lips together and swallows. To anyone else, she might look afraid. I know better. I see victory shining in her eyes. It makes me want to laugh. I’m going to show her how hollow victory can make you feel.
She nods. “Right away, Mr. Aetos.”
I watch her walk in front of me and glance up at the clock on the wall. I don’t have a lot of time, but there’s enough to use her so I can contain the anger inside me. I know that I have to reach out to Olivia today. Just the thought of seeing her again makes me want to destroy everything around me. I take a breath, knowing punishing Layna will calm me—at least for a while. Control is the key here. I can’t fall apart until I have avenged my brother and made everyone involved in his death pay. That’s the only solace I will ever find in this life.
When I get to my office, Layna is on her knees, sitting back on the heels of her feet. Her hands are together in her lap as she looks at me. Her cheeks are flushed. There’s no way she can hide her hunger for what’s going to happen next—or at least what she thinks is going to happen. I have a feeling even Layna is going to be shocked at the new me. I go to my desk and sit down in my chair.
She licks her lips as she looks at me. “May I, sir?” I nod and her hands go to my pants. She quickly works the zipper, taking my cock out. Her hand wraps around my shaft. She holds me in her tight grip. Her eyes lock on mine as she lowers her head slowly, letting her mouth slide down on me. She starts gagging—but like the champ she is—breathes through it before she goes all the way down. If Layna has one issue, it’s that she isn’t a fan of deep throating. She can do it, but she tries to keep her mouth covering just my head way too much. I’m a sport and allow her to pull up twice, stroking me in tandem with her hand. It feels okay, but it sure as fuck isn’t what I want. I wrap my hand in her hair, and as she slides her lips back down, I tighten my hold. When her hand meets her lips, she tries to pull away. I stop her. Her eyes look back up at mine.
“Be a good little bitch and put your hands behind your back.” She jerks slightly but does what I say with a grunt escaping her slick, wet lips. “This isn’t going to go easy. If you’re good, I’ll give you a reward tonight.” She hums around my rock-hard cock as I push her down, forcing her to take every fucking inch. She tries to pull back, but I don’t let her. I force her to take every inch, ignoring the way she whimpers or gags. “Relax that throat and let me feel you swallow my load,” I growl.
I’ve been four years without a woman—four years without coming. Layna has no idea what she’s got in store for her tonight. She thinks she’s been worn out before by the boys in our club, but nothing will have prepared her for the shit I’m going to do to her tonight. Maybe I can fuck her long enough that I pass out without remembering the hell I’ve survived behind bars. I let my head fall back as I continue fucking her face. I let the sensations take over, even as my brain goes numb, and I detach myself from what’s happening.
I just need a few minutes where the pain doesn’t try to drown me.
Just a few minutes.
3 BLADE
“Your secretary looked a little frazzled,” Viper says with a smirk as he walks into my office.
He walked in just as Layna was wiping her face clean. I should have come down her throat, but the temptation to shoot my jizz all over her face and tits was too strong to overcome. I lean back in my chair, taking a breath and enjoying the fact that it’s clean air that only smells like sex. Not of rats, roaches, and feces—which is the smell that is prominent in jail. I’ve got the A/C on sixty-five. I know it’s probably cold for everyone else, but the stifling heat I’ve lived with inside of hell for the last four years is something I can’t seem to get away from.
“You’re early,” I respond with a shrug. My gaze moves over Viper. He’s a big motherfucker—easily the biggest man of us all. That’s why he holds the position of Enforcer. He’s got shaggy brown hair that falls to his shoulders. Today he has a red bandanna tied on his head. He’s wearing worn blue jeans, a faded black tee, and his cut over that. His beard is a little longer than I remember and definitely grayer. Again, I’m reminded of the changes four years can bring. “Are those the files I asked for?”
The easy smile on his face fades slightly. “Yeah, there are three of them.” He slides them over to me. I place them on my desk directly in front of me. I want to look at them now, but I won’t until Viper leaves.
“Hangman told me your plan.”
“Let me guess, you don’t agree with it either?”
