Page 66 of After the Chase

Stunningly beautiful.

"That was fucking amazing," he starts, but I silence him with a kiss.

"That was a ritual, the cycle of ownership complete.”

He smiles in a slight daze before his eyes find my chest again.

“Whose blood is that?” he asks, looking at the blood on my chest.

“Some prospect from the club, being a fucking homophobe.”

“Asshole. Did you take pictures?”

I internally smile as I look down at him as he snuggles close. I’m ecstatic at his question, my innocent angel joining me further into the shadows.

“Of course.”

“I want to see them, but in the morning so I can write about it. I’m too tired to move,” he says while yawning.

“Tough shit, baby, we need to shower.”

“Noahhhh, I can’t move. My ass is destroyed,” he complains as I get out of the bed, but it’s no problem. I gather him in myarms and he shouts out in protest as I put him over my shoulder and walk to the bathroom.

“You’re a fucking caveman, Noah.”

I smack his ass hard and he screams again about the pain and bitches at me all the way to the shower. He soon shuts up when I’m lathering him up and cleaning his ass with extra care.

Life really couldn’t be better right now.

The next day I get a call from Dima.

“Hey, could you meet me and Marcus at my place?”

“Why?”

“Because we have an offer for you,” he says, with a huff of annoyance.

“Can’t you just email it? Why does everyone have to meet face to face?”

“Because it’s easier and there are a few of us involved, Noah. It won’t take long.”

“That’s a lie. Is this gonna be worthwhile?”

“Yes, it’s something that you will find enjoyable. Trust me, especially from what I’ve heard from Marcus about you.”

“Fine, I’ll come over, but any sign of chatter and moving from the topic, I’m gone. Remember, I’m not your employee.”

“How could I fucking forget when you remind me everytime we speak,” Dima says before ending the call. Dickface.

“Chase, we gotta go out,” I shout to him from the hallway to the kitchen where he is finishing his lunch. He walks out to me dressed in an old tee and basketball shorts looking all kinds of fuckable.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. Just put your shoes on, it’s only your brother’s gang we’re visiting.”

“Oh, okay, hold on,” he says as he disappears to get his shoes. I’m already ready and starting to get annoyed at having to wait, knowing I have to restrain myself when visiting that fucking mansion.

We get in the car and finally head off to the dicks called the Kozlovs. When we arrive, fortunately Jules and Simon greet us and take us through to meet Dima, Marcus and Lev in their ridiculously oversized living room, where the annoying fucker Ivan is sitting, all happy for no apparent reason. Looks like the whole damn crowd is here, as I can hear the sounds of Aaron and the other guys in the background, from the kitchen, I think. My mind is already overstimulated and eager to flee this social circle. What a hell to live here with so many people. They would be dead in their beds the first night if I lived here.