Page 3 of Song of Tenebrae

And here indeed is where I’ve found Raiden’s weakness. The slut on a stage, clearly marked, and clearly found. She has a pentagram sliced through her flesh and even though it means she belongs to someone, my dick swells. Those bright white jagged slices look illuminescent against her olive skin.

I can see her appeal and as I watch the leader of Deluge shift in his seat, even he can’t hide how weak she makes him look. Even without confirmation, I know he put it there and the elders were right in their assumptions. Deluge has their own agenda and they can’t be trusted to continue filling orders for them.

But, like any good organization, they need proof, and I’ve agreed to provide it, but I can’t stop the feeling that bubbles up inside me. A feeling that’s been locked away for so long and I can’t stop it as it slowly emerges.

I watch her exit the stage, her luscious ass swaying with each step, and her hair swinging, showing glimpses of her scarred back.

Obsession, that’s what it is. I can’t stop it once it begins and I smile as it sinks throughout my body, making me giddy with excitement.

She’s my new obsession.

Chapter Two

Raiden

My hands vibrate as I clasp them together in my lap. It’s one thing to dance for a group of men but a whole other thing to let them touch you. It’s like she knows I’m here and she’s taunting me out into the open. I saw her face while she was dancing. Her body moving like water and her breasts heaving as she gyrated. Her hand feeling my pentagram on her stomach, like she was imagining me, and remembering what it meant. But the second she had that man between her legs, it sealed his fate, and now I had something else to look forward to.

Kenny bought her some time by telling the elders exactly what we told him to say. Tempest was spotted in Cuba and we were heading there to find her. It won’t hold them off for much longer, we’ve already dragged them on for far too long, and soon they will begin their own hunt. She won’t be hard to find at all.

“She hates you, but I can also see she misses you.” Sky places another glass of soda water in front of me as I grunt.

“Looked like she was taunting me from here.” I snarl and take a sip.

“She doesn’t know you’re here.” Sky gives me a skeptical look.

“I think she feels me here.” I mutter, “we’re always going to be connected.”

“Trust me, if she felt you here, you’d be bleeding.”

“Shallow cuts heal, it’s the ones that pierce your soul that last forever.” I tell her.

“Right,” she gives me a weird look that I see in my peripheral vision. “She’s going to want to give you cuts that will kill you. Are you sure you want to take that chance?”

“Why are you tolerating me here, Sky?” I turn my eyes to her, “if she wants me dead and you fear for the outcome, why do you encourage me to come back?”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate,” she recites the old saying and it sounds so insignificant compared to what Tempest and I actually share.

“This has nothing to do with love and hate.” I tell her as I watch the group of men in the front, “it’s about fate and purpose.”

“You believe in fate?” her brow raises.

“I do now.”

Sky walks away, her head shaking, and I’ll bet her eyes rolling. Her opinion doesn’t mean shit to me but I know she’s all I have that’s connected to my storm and I can’t lose the only link I have to her. This would be the usual time I leave but something is setting off my internal alarm. The group of guys at the front of the stage are still there but the one guy whose face became acquainted with what’s mine, keeps looking towards the hallway that leads backstage.

I know Tempest and Sky live here and I don’t have to worry about her running to her car in the pitch-black night, meeting a few nefarious men. I would hope she learned her lesson. But I do still worry about men getting into her personal living space. Are they regulars? Do they know she lives here? I lean forward when I watch the guy stand and head towards the washroom which just happens to be in the same hallway. I can’t let him be that close to her and not be there to stop his curiosity.

I get up out of my seat, making my way to the hallway, and trying to ignore how hard my heart beats as I draw closer to her. The instant I bound us together, I could feel her, even at our farthest, I knew she was okay. Right now, I feel like my insides are trying to come out of my body to reunite with what’s theirs. I find the piece of shit wandering down the hallway and standing in front of an industrial looking door, that isn’t the bathroom.

“Looking for a place to shit?” I call out and he turns quickly.

“The bathroom.”

I point to the door on my right and raise a brow. I know he can’t see much of my face from my hoodie but like most people, he seems a bit intimidated by my stature. He gives me a once over and walks slowly to the bathroom eyeing me down as he passes.

“Are you security?”

“Something like that.” I tell him as I hold open the door.

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