Page 55 of The Order: Rise of the New Empire

"Not often we get women in here-"

"Stay silent, how many abilities do you carry?"I question, cocking my head at the young girl, her rosy cheeks and thin body something most men would pay large dollar for.

"One," she whispers.

"Any family?"

"No-"

"Take me to a room," I push, not allowing myself to explore the ins and outs of the woman's life any further.

Nodding, she reaches for my hand, throwing on her best look of seduction, as if I actually want any of this.

"I haven't dealt with many women, but I can do my best to give you a good time," she purrs, my stomach rolling at the idea of anyone other than Xavier touching me.

"Stop talking," I hiss, the last thing I need to hear is her voice.

Sensing another presence enter the establishment, I take the woman's hand, allowing her to guide me toward the back, the establishment clean despite the work that happens here.

"I have a fresh room for you," she exclaims, my only response a small nod.

Moving past higher-ranking Untouchables, all smiling ear to ear, they look me up and down, my only response a cold stare once I have seen their very worn girls step out of the rooms, some even bleeding.

Vile.

Vile wicked people.

Reflecting on what I am about to do, I quickly stop my moral high ground.

I am no better I suppose.

Unlocking the door with a keypad, she punches in four numbers, guiding me into the room, her first instinct to begin undressing. Tugging at the clasps of her bra, she turns toward me, ready to lay on a script she has no doubt repeated a dozen times.

"Shall I undress you, or-"

Slamming my hand over her mouth, I shove her into the wall closest to the front door, stifling her scream, my foot ready to kick the door closed and devour on this woman until my energy has come back to me.

Watching a hand clamp down on the door's edge, we both are startled once a man peeks inside, his eyes widening at my aggressive force, my anger only escalating.

"Who the fuck are you?" I question, keeping the women pinned to the wall, her body flailing, her fight barely doing anything.

"Let her go before I yell," he says, his tone mutilated, holding to definitive noise.

"Why would I do that?" I question, narrowing my eyes at the asshole.

"Do it, or I put a bullet in Kaiden's skull," he hisses, all of my defensive natures crashing down the moment my brother's name is mentioned.

Peering the woman in the eyes, I coax her thoughts away from the interaction, urging her to allow me to stay in the room unbothered, keeping everyone away from the closed door. Suddenly much less scared, I drop my hand away from her mouth, watching her fix her top, her only focus on leaving the space for me and this asshole.

"I'll leave you both to it," she urges, the man helping himself into the space, Marked blood rolling through his veins.

At least I will find pleasure in killing this asshole.

Shutting the door behind him, I take a step back, ready to rip this man's face clean off.

"Like taking advantage of drugged up Marked?" he questions, reaching toward me, my hand grasping his wrist with little remorse.

"I don't like being touched," I hiss.

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