Page 115 of Blood of the Saints

“You’re going to take him where the private rooms are. It’s just down the hall and around the corner from the dance floor, exactly where we showed you on the blueprint before we left. Once you get him comfortable, use this to knock him out. We’ll come in after ten minutes. That should give you enough time, but if it isn’t, we’ll be there for back up. Got it?”

“Got it.” I’m reminded of the night they took me, how I felt the pinch in my neck from them, giving me the exact same drugs that I’m about to inject Novak with.

“And if you even think about using this on one of us, remember the other two will still come for you. If you try to do anything sneaky, you’ll never be able to hide from us. There’s no escaping us until the end of time, so don’t even think about it.” His tone is deadly, promising that he won’t hesitate to snap my neck if I ever think of crossing him.

“No shit, Sherlock. I’m not an idiot. Let’s do this.” I grab the syringe from him and slip it into my pocket, understanding now why they gave me this dress. I take a few moments to clean myself up with the help of Blais to make sure I don’t look like I just took the world's biggest cock down my throat.

Taking in a deep breath, I straighten my dress, before walking my way down to the dance floor. On my way down, I see Novak sitting in his usual spot, surrounded by a plethora of thirsty women.

Great. I’m going to have to work even harder tonight than before. I can feel three sets of eyes burning a hole in my back the longer I’m away from them. They don’t trust me, but I’m the best chance they’ve got, so they better put on their big boy panties and suck it up.

Of course, I’m going to try my best to get a phone or some kind of message out, but I also want to get to Novak. He has answers I need, so it genuinely is a win-win for both me and the guys.

Walking toward Novak’s booth, I shake my hips suggestively as much as I can to get him to notice me. Unfortunately for me, the women surrounding him are taking up all his attention. God, he’s such a skeeze ball. A fucking married man who does this to his wife every weekend.

Disgusting.

Rolling my shoulders back, I close the gap between me and the booth. Two of the girls lock eyes on me with nothing but hatred in them. “The booth is full, sweetheart. Move along.” The brunette in her tight orange dress waves a manicured hand in my direction to shoo me off.

“Good, looks like I can free up some space. What do you say big guy, want to go dance with me?” I bend forward, placing my hands on his knees giving him the perfect view of my tits. Of course his direction is locked on my chest instead of my face, but it looks like my plan is working.

“Desperate isn’t a good look, honey. You can leave here with at least some of your dignity.” Redhead spits at me,throwing her hair over her shoulder, making sure to lean into Novak to claim her territory.

“Enough, ladies. There’s plenty of me to go around. I’ve got enough energy for all of you...especially you.” He licks his lips as his gaze roams over my exposed legs.

I stand up, fixing my dress and holding my hand out for his. The moment it connects with mine, my stomach rolls with nausea from his touch.

Once he’s on his feet, he wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer. I glance up to where the guys are, seeing they still have their eyes locked on me. “I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you again,” he whispers in my ear trying to sound seductive.

“Yeah, I got busy.”

“Sure didn’t seem like your man wanted you around me.” His fingers dig into my shoulder as he pulls me closer, not liking the idea of me being taken away from him.

“I don’t have a man.” I plaster on the fakest smile I can, trying to pretend that’s actually true. I might be the guys’ captive, but my loyalty lies with them over this guy. There’s no way I’d let Novak even have a chance to be with me.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” Once we step on the dance floor, he pulls my hips closer to him so my body is grinding against his. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, curdling nausea in my stomach. Just a little bit longer and I can drug him. I just have to remind myself of that.

He spins me around so my back is pressed against his chest and we move to the music getting lost in the sound. He leans over to kiss my neck, and it takes everything in me not to punch him right in the jaw. Looking up again at the balcony, I see Blais clenching his fists while Ace and Theon whisper in his ear, likely to calm him down.

Turns out if I don’t knock Novak out myself, Blais gladly would on my behalf. Looking at each of them, I watch how their bodies are all stiff, looking pissed as they keep me in their line of sight.

Hmm, are they worried about me or their plan?

Remember what you’re doing this for, Zamira. Only a little bit longer and you’ll be tasting sweet freedom.

I’ve felt anger before. The rush of emotion flows through my veins as if I’ll combust from the inside. But I’ve never felt anything like this before.

The rage that consumes me seeing Novak touching my girl is like acid coursing through my body. Her body pressed against his and his slimy lips kissing her neck makes me want to rip his head off. I’m almost to the point of saying screw it and killing him right here in front of everyone. That would really get us caught though, and I like what we do—a little too much.

“This plan fucking sucks.” The feeling of liquid fury runs through me with each second that he’s touching her.

“Just calm your ass down. She has to do this if it’s going to work,” Ace says through gritted teeth.

“Couldn’t we have at least fucked her before she went down there? That way he would smell us all over her body, and see our cum dripping down her leg as they dance.” I’m not even joking when I say that’s what I wanted to do.

“Jesus, man. You think he would’ve given her the time of day if we did that?” Theon says beside me.

“No, but at least he’d know she’s fucking taken.”

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