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“I’m buying myself some time while keeping myself from killing you right here. Right now. So, here’s what we’re going to do. I have enough evidence to put you behind bars for a very long time. Once this night is complete, you’re going to ensure pieces will be run in every newspaper your father has in his possession retracting the articles. And you’ll have the reporters issue an apology.”

“What about my sister?”

“If that is even the truth, you’re going to contact the person who did this and let them know I’m now in charge.”

“You just destroyed my computer.”

I laughed. “You must think I’m stupid. You have access to your email on your phone. I’ll keep the evidence. You’ll let them know I’m coming for them. And trust me, I will determine who’s behind this. After that, you’re going to leave town.”

“I can’t leave my sister.”

“Then you can tell them in exchange for releasing her, they can have exclusive access to the Obsidian Society.”

“I don’t think that’s all they want.”

Neither did I. “Leave that to me. If you fuck with me, you die. It’s as simple as that. Do we have a deal, Brant?”

He stood staring at me with a slightly open mouth. “Yes. Fine. Whatever.”

“Just remember our discussion.” I headed for the door.

“It’s true what they say. Your father was a monster. Wasn’t he?”

I stopped short of opening the door. “Perhaps he was. And you know what they say. Like father, like son. In this case, three sons. I suggest you keep that in mind. You don’t want me as your greatest nightmare.”

CHAPTER 23

Zach

Anger was an emotion I knew well. I’d also learned over the years when and how to control it. Although as I walked through the club, comforted by wearing a mask, I realized that there were some bouts of rage that needed a release. Internalizing the dangerous passion only resulted in loss of life.

Not that I’d ever shied away from performing the act.

Whatever Brant had gotten himself mixed up in had left him as nothing but a pawn, used to draw out the Blackwell brothers. But there was more to it. My instinct told me somehow Sara’s connection to me had offered a rare but deadly opportunity.

What I knew in my gut was that the game I’d wanted to play had taken a more treacherous turn. Keeping her safe was even more important. Did that mean I wouldn’t be allowed to resume playing in the future? Absolutely not.

I noticed Sara only minutes later, the outfit utter perfection on her lithe body. She was standing with her friend, swaying to the music while she constantly scanned the club.

Did she have any idea how important she’d become to me? Did she feel the electricity from before, the need to taste, touch, and fuck? Perhaps, but she’d yet to acknowledge my existence. She was playing a little game of her own. Did she really believe she’d ever been given the opportunity for control?

Perhaps I’d need to keep her caged for an extended time. Taming her would be delicious.

My cock throbbed from the thought. My God, she was truly perfect. The woman held an air of confidence, majestic in a way that always captured my breath. There was a feral side to her like every good kitty, a woman determined to fight her own battles no matter the danger or the cost.

Almost immediately, men started hitting on her, asking her to dance. I suspected even offering her a drink. One dared to place a fresh one on the small table in front of them.

My good girl refused to drink it.

I took a sip of my scotch, barely acknowledging the rich flavor as I studied her. She was by far the most beautiful woman in the club, successfully thwarting off the half dozen men asking her to dance.

She wasn’t interested.

The use of costumes included several men wearing Purge-style masks.

She’d paid attention to every one of them, keeping her distance while in her way luring them closer.

There was no obvious spark between them as there always was between the two of us, yet I still found myself irritated as fuck.

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