Page 26 of Maison De Fous

I sigh, shaking my head in mock pity. They’re really dumber than they look. “Are you sure about that?”

His friends laugh, their hands starting to wander beneath the fabric of my costume, pushing boundaries they really shouldn’t. All I can think about is how short their lives are about to become. Johnny is gonna lose it. And Lux? Lux will probably savor every second of making these pathetic fucks pay for laying their grimy hands on me.

I almost feel bad for them.Almost.

The leader pulls me closer by the waist, his grin spreading wider. “You talk real big for someone so small.”

I bite my lip, letting my eyes sparkle with mischief. “Small? Maybe.” I lean in close, brushing against him, my lips near his ear. “But untouchable. At least, for you three.”

He snorts, clearly not buying it. “Untouchable? I don’t see anyone coming to save you, kitten. So what’s stopping us from having a little fun? I mean, isn’t this the circus of desires? What if my desire is to sink my fat cock so deep inside you that I split you open? Hmm?”

I smirk, stepping back, slipping easily from his grip. “Oh, sweetheart. You just punched your own ticket out of this world by even considering it. Congrats though, I’ll make sure to send your family flowers.” I smirk. “What do you think they’d prefer? Carnations or roses?”

His grin falters for a moment, uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he shakes it off, trying to play tough. “Death ticket? What are you talking about?”

I laugh again, this time darker, edged with a dangerous gleam. “You really think you three are the predators here, don’t you?” I lean in, whispering close enough for him to feel my breath. “But you’re not. And the second you guys touched me? You all signed your own death certificates. You’ll never walk out of this circus alive.”

His confidence wavers again, just a flicker. “Big talk for someone who’s all alone.”

I flash him a wicked, knowing smile. “Oh, honey… Look around you. This is my circus. I am the Dark Queen and I am never alone.”

Before he can respond, a voice booms over the chaos, cutting through the music like a knife. “INDIE!”

Lux. His voice is pure fury, the kind that sends a chill down even my spine. He’s back.

The guy freezes, his hand dropping from my waist as his friends step back, all of them suddenly aware of just how fucked they are. I glance toward the shadows, where Lux is storming toward us, Johnny at his side, both of them radiating a darkness that makes everything around them pale in comparison.

A darkness that has a familiar aching heat building between my thighs.

The guys try to step away from me, panic setting in, but it’s too late. I step forward, placing myself directly in front of the leader, my grin never faltering.

“Now, I did try to warn you,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You boys aresofucked now.”

Through the holes around his eyes and mouth, I can see the way the leader’s face pales beneath his mask, and I can’t help but laugh.

Now this is my idea of fun.

chapter thirteen

johnny

Soul Eayer - Savage Ga$p

The second Lux and I step into the tent, everything shifts. The noise—the music, the laughter, even the movement of bodies—becomes background static. Our focus locks on her.Indie.She stands there at the bar, surrounded by three poor bastards who have no fucking idea they’re about to meet death.

My death. Lux’s death. Theirs.

Her lips curl into a playful smirk, but the glint in her eyes is goddamn dangerous. She’s toying with them. Their hands linger on her like they have any right to touch her. To even breathe the same air as her. Pathetic pieces of shit.

I glance at Lux, and his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen. His rage pulses in the space between us, and it’s even more violent than mine. Indie is his. Everyone fucking knows it. Except these fools apparently.

And fuck, as we storm through the sea of people, the fury radiating from him is fucking euphoric. It’s the silent promise of their doom and it has my blood pumping.

We don’t need words. We move, slicing through the crowd, pushing through the throng of onlookers who sense something’s about to break loose. There’s a tension in the air—everyone around us knows it, even if they can’t see it yet.

The predators are here, and those stupid bastards are the prey.

“Indie,” Lux growls again, his voice like a crack of thunder in the suddenly too-quiet tent.

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