Page 108 of Crimson Flames

My cheeks burn with heat as I let their observations sink in. It’s empowering, but I’ve never been good at being the center of attention.

“Thanks guys,” I say quietly, trying to keep all of the emotions I feel at bay. “You both mean a lot to me.”

“You mean a lot to us,” Evie confides, patting my shoulder.

“You’re our family now, Ness.” Laney chimes in as she glances over at the tower all of the kids are now helping the twins build. “We will do anything for our family.”

“Together?” I ask. We all turn to watch the two girls who can hardly speak become leaders to about twelve or so children, helping them all build something they believe in.

“Always,” Laney says.

“Until the very fucking end,” Evie adds.

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Two things unexpectedly happened this morning.

The first being Dr. K calling to say that her and Laney’s parents are in agreement on the home for the kids. Alexi and Boris will be starting construction on the east end of the property when we return to Norway, so that they can all have everything they need.

When I say everything, I mean that Boris is getting permits to build an indoor lazy river the kids can float around in because he read somewhere that it relieves stress and anxiety.

I love it though. It is so easy to tell how much all of us care for these children, and that they are in our lives to stay.

Evie mentioned that some of them have requested to attend Elysium after they finish college. Most of them are older, while some of the younger ones have been requested to be adopted into crime families allied with the Bratva and Evie’s Brutal Babes.

We don’t have many of them, but Dr. K assured us she would work hard to see if anything was a good fit.

For some reason, she sounded sad to leave Russia. I texted Alexi to ask if we could find someone else like her so that she could have time off to go be where she pleased and he agreed. Next week, we’ll tell Dr. K to start looking for a stand-in. My hope is that she will finally be able to find herself. I get the sense she thinks she’s missing something.

The second surprise was that Damien called and said he would be taking Kai for the weekend so that my men and I could “sex it up” at the club.

I thought Evie’s offer was just her trying to be nice, but apparently the guys said that just one day wasn’t enough, and they wanted him for Sunday and Monday.

I am headed into the club early today to do inventory after a special event weekend that Havoc and Arrow hosted.Apparently, people went wild for this new performance shibari team they have an in with.

Damien was the rigger in the family for a while, but once Havoc honed his skills with Arrow and Laney, he became the go to at the club. Since the stage on the weekends is the main draw, we all try to find different performances that the people want.

Last week, we had a dominatrix and her submissive put on a show where she edged him until he cried. Then after she let him come, she made him endure post orgasm torture until he came again,twice. Damien found them on a fetish site, and Evie has been obsessed with them ever since, so they were beyond excited to watch them perform.

Next weekend, we’re having a swingers night, which has become one of our most popular events. Laney found these two couples who help introduce everyone to the different dynamics of swinging, and then act a few of them out on stage.

We’ve made a lot of good friends in the kink and fetish communities since opening the club. Laney and I even took a few special classes in the beginning, after I decided what I wanted my room to be.

Damien insisted we all create a room tailored to us and what we liked, and tonight I plan to use the space for the very first time now that the construction is finally finished. Originally, I planned for it to be more of a showroom, but now that I am tapped into my exhibitionist side, I think I want to be center stage this time.

As I enter the building, I take in the dark red walls and black accents. It isn’t one of the clubs you see on television where the place is run down. Everything here is polished to perfection and catered to some of the most elite in all of Europe, the UK, parts of the Middle East, Africa, and India.

There was apparently a prince of some kind that requested a private room with Arrow last night. He politely declined,but only after ensuring the man signed up for the lifetime membership and paid a hefty sum to get a private room on the top floor once a week.

He probably thought Arrow would share it with him, only to have those hopes crushed. Damien said he had to physically restrain Havoc during the whole encounter, and that he needed a break from the madness today with his favorite nephew.

I make sure to go to each floor and check that every VIP room was restocked and cleaned properly before making my way to the one I reserved for the evening. It was one of the three rooms I designed.

The first room I designed has a cage that hangs from the ceiling in the center of the club. It can be brought to the side for the guests to enter, then they can play however they would like while anyone watches.

The second of my creations is a red room, but it’s not designed the way most people imagine. It’s crafted with red neon lights that illuminate the space in sultry tones. They frame the furniture and even the mirror on the ceiling. The back wall is full of red electroshock glass wands with heads of all different shapes and sizes. Black leather bindings are attached to each piece of furniture in the room so that no one can escape the painful pleasure a little shock brings.

And the third room; the one I have dreams about playing in all too often. That’s the one I plan to use tonight.

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