The party for the initiates was moved to Dirk’s country house. And to repeat Amelie's words as we drove up, it really is in the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt. I really don’t understand what Egypt has to do with anything, but it sounded hot as fuck coming from her mouth. Who am I kidding? Anything that comes from her mouth is hot. I had never considered the Aussie accent sexy until I met her.
Sawyer pulls up to the valet – yep even a party in the middle of nowhere has a valet. Jasper and Frost are behind us. We’ve been taking no chances with Amelie since my grandfather fooled us all, which won’t go without punishment. My brothers may have gotten to torture the prick who tried to take her away from me, but old Harold will pay. Sawyer says we just have to play it smart.
We have no power until Amelie takes her place, which will all be revealed soon. Possibly even tonight. Sawyer even has a new board ready to go. Then all we have to do is get a majority vote, and Harold is gone. Stripped of his tattoo.
Death would be too kind for a man like him. Losing all of his accrued favours right when he goes into retirement, one funded by The Order, would be a real shame.
Penniless and out on his ass.
It’s perfect.
“Care to walk me in?” Amelie asks, and I scramble from the car to offer her my hand. Her hair is pulled up into a weird side braid that shows off her neck. I never really noticed how long and elegant her neck is, despite kissing it many times.
The dress she’s wearing is black, the corset is tight around her bust and falls into a pixie style tutu. Completely over the top for tonight’s event, but I love it. It’s like her own personal fuck you to everyone, especially as it’s paired with an Onyx-style combat boot. Her legs are even covered by holey black stockings. Her black sultry eyes with the outfit make her look like an angel of death. It’s sexy as fuck.
Baxter makes his way down the front steps and nods in my direction. I nod back. I’m not a fool. I know this is his last-ditch effort to try and get Amelie to leave. He thinks we don’t know his plans, and with us taking over we really don’t care. If you had asked me just a few short weeks ago, I would have said good riddance. Now though, with the way Amelie looks at him and the way he stood by our side to fight for her, I might have had a change of heart.
“Looking beautiful, as always,” he says to Amelie as he passes. Onyx quickly steps up to her left side with a growl and Amelie takes his hand.
“Looking sinfully delicious, as always,” she replies back to him with a smirk.
“Hey! I look delicious,” I whine. She turns to me with a smile.
“You look edible. And I plan to eat you as soon as this is over.”
“Fuck yeah!” I whoop. My brothers shake their heads at me, but I don’t care.
“It should be us eating you, with the way you look in that dress,” Onyx whispers in her ear. She flushes and swallows hard, at a loss for words for a moment.
We enter the grand ballroom of the Kessler mansion – yes it has more than one ballroom – and find a typical Order party in swing. It’s less stuffy than the last one, but still not my style.
“You have to dance dirty with me later,” I insist to Amelie. She laughs and swats me on the arm.
“It’s called dirty dancing, Kalen.”
“I don’t give a damn what it’s called so long as you’re grinding on me and I can slip my hands up your dress where everyone could easily see us.”
“Shh,” she chastises me but her eyes are bright with the possibility.
Keeping her hand firmly in mine, I guide her gently across the room, unwilling to let her go for even a second. I don’t want to share her tonight. Since she got taken, she’s seemed to gravitate towards me much more and I am absolutely making the most of that, much to my brothers’ disgust. Poor O, can’t even get a look in.
I order her a bourbon, but don’t bother with the coke. I don’t give a fuck if she gets wasted tonight or not. I’m done keeping up appearances and playing nice for Grandfather. The only reason why the fucker isn’t dead to me is because I’m still harbouring so much hatred and rage towards him. I want him dead for real and I’m finding it really hard to keep my patience.
“You could have got drinks for the rest of us, you cock,” O complains at me when he finally gets served at the bar and joins us. I smirk.
“I could have, yeah. And if you’re going to call me a cock, I prefer Sir Monster Cock, if you please.”
“Jeez what does Amelie see in you? You’re such a giant…”
“Cock? I know, bro, but I think that’s part of the appeal.”
“To be fair, Kalen, On is probably a bigger cock than you are, so if that was what did it for me, I’d probably be exclusive with him.” Amelie laughs as I growl under my breath. There’s no way in hell I’ll let her go now I’ve had a taste. The first time I set eyes on her I knew I was going to marry her, I have no idea why she thought I was joking.
“On?” Onyx asks, raising an eyebrow at Amelie with a smirk on his face. He’s trying not to smile for real though. “Did I just get a nickname?”
“Maybe…” She squirms, looking embarrassed at being called out.
“You like me enough to give me a nickname?” he teases, causing her cheeks to colour even more.
