“You need to watch it with her, Army. She’s a snake.”
“We’re nothing but sometimes-fuck-buddies.”
“Yeah, right.” She snorts. “You may feel and think that way, but I assure you, she doesn’t.”
“Anything else?”
Riveria studies me, and I know she’s dying to say more, but she sighs. “She’s wearing a lioness mask tonight, so stay away if you don’t want to fuck her.”
“I can tell who most people are, even when they’re masked. Don’t worry about me.” Grabbing my mask, I exit the office and walk toward the outer office door. “Have a good night, Riveria.”
“Play safe, and make sure you rubber up.”
“Always do, Mom.”
Chapter 6
Army
WhenenteringHedon,membersand approved guests are met by a hostess or host. Phones and valuables are secured in the locker rooms before going further. From there, the locker rooms exit into the lounge area. Here, people can linger if they wish, have a quiet drink with friends before they get to the main purpose of being here, while others use it as a quieter, calmer space to get to know a partner. From the lounge, you can head to the main room, to the area with all the various kink rooms, or to the hallways where the private rooms are.
Since I came in through the back entrance, I use the staff hallways and exit directly into the main room. It’s dimly lit, and the bass from the music thuds in my chest. I move slowly around the room, taking my time to survey the attendees. Charles wasn’t wrong when he said tonight’s Masked Night was busy; the tables and booths are all full, and more people stand along the bar and throughout the open space.
On the stage, there’s a ‘multi-cast production’ occurring—AKA an orgy. A couple from one of the tables stands and goes tojoin in. Along with the music, the sounds of sex and uninhibited pleasure fill the room. People touching, licking, sucking, and fucking, while others openly watch.
A raised ottoman is against the wall on the far side of the room, the perfect height to bend over and rest your torso on. There are ties on the wall to restrain the hands as well as down by the ankles. Currently, there’s a woman bent over and tied up, and a man thrusts into her. Her body is lean to the point of too-thin, just like Leeva had been.
Rage and confusion fill me as my mind thinks it’s Leeva, who I’m watching get fucked by another man in front of everyone.
Normally, I like watching people having sex, and I’ll fuck in the main room, out in the open for all to see, as well. However, my mind is thinking this woman is Leeva, and this is notfuckinghappening.
But before I can storm over there and yank the man’s dick out of her, the woman lifts her head. She has blonde hair, not raven hair. And once I see her face, twisted in pleasure, I can see it’s not Leeva.
Of course, it’s not Leeva.
She’s my pure and innocent dove. She wouldnotbe in a club like this.
Shaking my head and unclenching my fists, I settle down, my rage abating as my heart rate slows. But memories of Leeva won’t disappear so soon after mistaking that other woman for her because of her thin body.
After I had threatened Pierre, her head dance instructor, he had eased off about Leeva needing to lose weight, but she had continued to keep her caloric intake minimal and maintained her intense training. She had even continued with ballet after she became Guerilla’s old lady.
That is, until she got pregnant. Then she had eased off her training. Being so thin, her pregnancy was noticeable early, andher little baby belly looked…beautiful. It didn’t matter that the one who had put the baby in her belly was my bastard brother when it should’ve beenme, because that child was Leeva’s, and I would’ve loved it as my own.
Pain rips through me, remembering the agony when Leeva miscarried, holding her as she shattered to pieces. More memories follow of when she discovered I had betrayed her shortly after that agonizing experience, and she ran.
“What can I get you, sir?”
“What?” I choke in confusion and on the pain of all my mistakes.
The memories of Leeva fade like ghosts back to my haunted past, and I see the bartender looking at me. I realize he’s asking what I want to drink. “Scotch, single malt.”
Like most MC brats, we started drinking before the legal age. And for some weird reason, Leeva had liked single malt scotch. Back then, I had grimaced but drank it because I was fucking whipped and would do anything when it came to her. Now it’s the only alcohol I drink.
The bartender holds his scanner to the removable band on my wrist to track how many drinks I’ve had. There’s a strict two-drink limit here, and no drugs are allowed on the premises. For the kinds of things that happen at Hedon, we need to ensure that consent is king.
After thanking the bartender for my drink, I turn back to the debauchery that’s unfolding in the main room. Leaning against the bar, I scan the room, looking for my partner, or maybe evenpartners, for the evening. The music drums in my chest, the sound and sight of sex make my blood thrum in my veins. I’m at ease here, but no one is giving me that hit of carnal, primal lust.
And I need that tonight, with the memories of Leeva too raw and close to the surface and burning at the edges of my mind.I’m doing my damnedest not to think about her; she doesn’t belong in a place like this, not even in my head.
