Page 105 of Peaceful Chaos

Wrapping one hand around her neck, I drag the other slowly down the center of her chest. When I get to her panties I keep going and cover her pussy with my entire hand. I do my best to make it look like I'm rubbing her.

I trace the shell of her ear with my lips and tug the lobe with my teeth. "How are your acting skills?"

Her response is a low moan. I kick her legs out wider and slip my hand into her panties. It takes a bit more creativity to make it look like I'm fucking her with my fingers, but so far I've barely touched her there.

Raven starts making sounds that would make a porn star jealous. Her head thrashes back and forth, rolling across my shoulder. Each time our eyes meet though, I can tell the difference between real and fake. Her eyes aren't dilated and blind with pleasure. They're sharp and calculating. It soothes my ego. She's never done this with me.

I owe her for everything. She saved me nine years ago. This time I'll be the one putting a knife in her hand.

"Fuck! I've got it. Actually, you know what, I'll explain later. Javier has a team ready to breach Damien's location in two minutes," Lucien rushes to explain.

I spin Raven around and hoist her up on my waist again. Hoots and hollers sound around the room, a sign that the perverts are getting into our mimed foreplay. They think I'm ready to plow into her, but this is just the easiest way to help her slip out of the trick chains David put on us.

Javier and David's men start to move through the crowd. Padilla knows whatever leverage Damien had to put us at his mercy is gone. He shouts, "He's not willing. Go on men, you've got my permission to fuck the bitch. Hell, fuck him too if that's what you prefer."

The first men to move are the ones at the front table, the ones I've already marked for death. Several of the spectators rush the stage, causing the men here with us to have to switch their focus from taking Padilla into custody to keeping us safe.

Fists are thrown, but these men aren't career criminals, not in the same way Damien is, or even Padilla. Few give much of a challenge, and those are dispatched quickly with tasers. I guess the agents of Chaos don't share my desire to see this room painted with blood.

Padilla takes advantage of the situation to slip out of the room.

"I will find you, Antonio Padilla," I shout over the crowd. It's loud with all the fighting, but he freezes in the doorway. He hears me. "When I do, I'll not only get revenge for this, but for my cousin."

I can see the confusion written on his face as clearly as if he were right in front of me. "I'll make sure to tell Toni she's got a very enthusiastic ally now."

The color drains from his face, and I smile. It feels creepy stretching across my face. I can only imagine how it looks.

"You look like you're imagining slowly skinning someone alive and tying a bow around their neck with their intestines," David says as soon as he reaches us.

Well, I guess it looks pretty much how it felt. He slips a gun in my hand and my smile widens. Time to redecorate the club.

"Give Raven the knives I had you hold," I grunt.

"Already done," he replies.

I nod and then punch him square in the face. "If you ever put us in this position again, I'll kill you. Do you fucking understand me?"

David pinches his nose, but otherwise remains still. "Yes."

Two of Padilla's men approach the stage. Raven looks like a goddess in sheer black lace. She's got a knife in each hand and the rest in a belted sheath around her thigh.

One of the men licks his lips and blows a kiss at her. He looks to his partner. "Let's grab the whore and run while everyone is fighting. The boss can earn a pretty penny with her."

Raven laughs, her long hair waving behind her. She gestures for them to come closer. He takes one step, then two more. As soon as he's closer, she throws one of the knives. True to target, it hits him in the eye. He stops for a second then falls to the ground with a fleshy thud.

"How about you?" she asks his friend.

"Bitch! We were going to treat you real nice, make sure you came and everything, but now you're just going to scream," he shouts.

"Is that the best you got?" she asks sounding bored. "I'm the daughter of Damien Blackthorne. You think you're going to scare me?" Her eyebrow raises, and she stands as if there isn't a melee going on around her.

Pissed off, he rushes the stage. Her wrist seems to blur as she quickly throws another knife. This one lands right in the hollow of his throat. He makes a gurgling sound, and his hands reach for the knife. He pulls it out, rookie mistake, and the clang rings through the room as it hits the cement floor. Blood pours from the wound, and he joins his very dead friend on the floor.

David starts unbuttoning his shirt and hands it to Raven. Part of my inner monster calms when she isn't on display for all the men still trying to reach her. Only a little though.

There are a few men trying to make it to the exits. I don't worry about them because I've spotted the men who were shouting at me to fuck her. I move slowly toward them, savoring every step that takes me closer.

One of them, the first to shout out, smirks. He's a fairly big fucker, I'll give him that. His hands are the size of hams, and he cracks his knuckles like that's going to intimidate me.

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