Page 62 of Whispers in the Dark

“Or what?” She taunted.

The anger inside of me was close to its breaking point. “You’ll be fucking sorry. That’s what,” I replied.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said, even though her tone didn’t match her intended bravado. “I won’t do it.”

“You won’t?” I asked before tightening my grip on her neck.

“No,” she told me, and the defiance shone in her eyes.

At that moment, something snapped inside of me. Before I could act on it, a pair of hands pulled me off of her. “What the fuck, Erebus?” Stavros said. He then turned to Melissa. “Leave now.”

As she fled, I yelled out to her. “You’re fucking done here.”

“Calm down, man. Come on over and talk about-”

“Her membership has been revoked,” I told the other Dominant who threw his hands up.

“That’s fine. Why don’t you attend to your submissive you summoned here tonight.”

“I’m leaving,” I told him.

“Are you sure that you’re in any shape to drive right now?”

I could tell he was worried about me, even if it was unfounded. The only one he needed to worry about was the sneaky submissive who I’d just banished from Lotus.

“She fucking lied,” I ground out gritted teeth. “You were here, and you know I turned her down.”

“That’s what this is about?” He asked. “You’ve fucked half the women in this damn club. What does it matter if she sucked your dick last night or not? She had sucked it plenty of other times.”

He had a point, but I wasn’t rational enough to deal with this conversation right now. “It just fucking does. Now leave me alone so I can go.”

And with those words, I pushed him off of me, then headed to the front door. The cold air hit me as soon as I stepped outside and despite the fact that I could see my breath in front of me, the chill did nothing to cool down my heated mood.

Brynn’s tears and her words... Her pain... It was all caused by a woman who’d never hold a candle to the one I now knew I had fallen for. Stavros was right. There would be no need to get upset if Brynn had simply been just any submissive. She was mine.

Irony struck me as I realized she had accomplished what even her own sister couldn’t. It also struck me again as I realized what a hypocrite I was. If Brynn had any idea that I had killed Blair, she wouldn’t have screamed my name and come on my cock earlier. She’d want to see me arrested, and she would have every reason to.

I was walking a tightrope, and I was perilously close to losing my balance. A few at the club had seen me get upset, although it hadn’t been the first time. Blair had also tested the limits of my patience, and I had lashed out at her in an equal manner. That hadn’t even been the worst part.

I got in my car, then rested my head against the steering wheel as I tried to force my anger to subside. The last thing Iwanted to do was get in an accident on my way home because I wasn’t thinking or seeing clearly.

I banged my head down on the steering wheel multiple times, then chose to think only about Brynn and how submissive she had been tonight. When my breathing and pulse both regulated to normal, I finally started my car.

A half hour later, I made it home. After showering, I decided to just sleep what was left of this night off, then I could see Brynn tomorrow at the office. Her attitude would be much different after I adjusted it this evening, and I needed to remain calm so mine would be, too. I went into the kitchen, poured two shots of whiskey, and slammed them back before heading to bed. I didn’t even bother getting dressed. I’d worry about that in the morning.

I did go to sleep, but when I awakened several hours later, my skull was pounding. It was as if I had been struck with something in the head. Flashes of my twin battered and bloodied on the dock came rushing back and I quickly pushed those thoughts away.

I got out of bed, and that was when I noticed something strange. I thought I had gone to bed naked, or at least in nothing more than a pair of boxers. If so, how was I now dressed in a pair of sweats and a damp T-shirt? My gaze dropped lower and beside the bed lay a pair of muddy athletic slides and a college hoodie.

I didn’t remember there being any forecasted rain, but I walked to the window anyway. Normally, the glass would be splotchy after a good rain. Not a single pane was. If it wasn’t the weather that had caused my damp clothing, then I had been somewhere wet. I shuddered to even think about where that place could be, so I quickly took another shower and dressed for work. There’d been no dirt or blood on the bottom of the shower pan, so I’d likely gone to the rooftop pool again. That had to be it. I remembered nothing else.

“It’s not even worth remembering,” I said, as I grabbed my briefcase and other items.

I went downstairs and when I got in my car, I noticed my cell phone battery was almost dead. I must’ve forgotten to charge it. I remedied that by placing it on the pad in the center console of my Maserati, then I headed to Benedict Technology.

The thin hold I had on my control disintegrated the moment I pulled into the parking lot and picked up my cell phone. There was a news app alert, and the words “another woman found murdered at the docks” made me pause. I quickly clicked on the video, then everything around me began to spin.

“In local news, a woman identified as Melissa Watson has been found dead...”

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