Page 4 of Madness

I had people everywhere. How else would I find out the secrets I needed to control? I nodded.

“See what he knows. We need to determine if this is isolated or if they plan to come for all our territories.” He turned to address the other three. “In the meantime, I want extra security at all our clubs and all shipments. We don’t know their plans yet. We can’t risk any loss of product.”

Each man nodded their head. I was already wondering how I would extract the information I needed. My man on the inside had a nasty drug problem. Perhaps I’d give him his next fix to get the information I needed.

The door opened, bringing with it the noise from the club before it cut off again. A cocktail waitress stood in front of us. She wore a different uniform than the rest of them. A tight black tank top that hugged huge perky tits, they weren’t spilling from her top like most of the other women, but the slight modesty was enough to get my attention. Her round ass was covered in a red leather skirt. I could see peaks of the creamy skin on her legs through her fishnet tights. My eyes finally rested on the black heels she wore.

I did another slow appraisal of her from those feet to the curves in her waist and her full breasts before finally looking at her face. She didn’t wear the layer of make-up the others did. I could see her translucent skin. It was so fair the blue of her veins was visible. Her pink lips were plump and unlined. Her white blonde hair was pulled away from her face, but pieces had fallen and clung to her smooth neck. Her eyes were the lightest shade of gray I’d ever seen, like the sky on a cold winter day.

But none of that really interested me. It was the hint of fear in her eyes that had my cock’s attention. I could almost smell her apprehension. A smirk tugged at my lips for the first time all night.

I just found my entertainment.

4

Maddox

The waitress held a tray in front of her body as if it could shield her from me. Her eyes flicked to mine before focusing back on Leif. She was smart enough to sense who was the leader in the room.

“Trixie sent me in to see if I could get you anything.” Her soft sweet voice called to the demon inside me. It wanted to come out and play with her. To hear that voice as it cried out in pain.

“Whiskey all around.” He dismissed her without a second glance. Good, I didn’t want to fight for her. Although that might have added to the fun.

She nodded before leaving the room again. The conversation turned to each capo’s numbers, but I let it play like a buzz in my head. I had already reported to Leif today. Instead, I pictured the little dove that had just left. She was a bird who’d flown into the wrong cage tonight. And I was going to enjoy trapping her.

I wondered if her fear made her heart race. If the blood in her veins was pumping harder, telling her to run away. That would’ve been the smart thing to do. How an innocent like her ended up in one of our clubs was a mystery. She clearly wasn’t a stripper. And she didn’t even have enough sense to hide behind her clothes and make-up.

A weird feeling sunk into my stomach. I didn’t like her walking around my club in that outfit. I didn’t want all those men out there to see what I did. She was mine to ruin. And Iwouldruin her. None of those men would want her after she broke for me.

The door opened again. My gaze stalked her as she walked to the table. She placed drinks in front of the other capos and Leif, but she had to come to the other side of the table to hand me mine. She leaned over, bringing her body and her scent within inches of me. She smelled clean and powdery, adding to her innocence. My eyes lingered on the view down her top. I could just see the edges of a black lace bra.

Maybe not so innocent.

I smiled at the slight tremor in her hand as she placed the glass on the table. I heard the quiet exhale as she started to pull away. She thought she was safe, free. The monster in me laughed.

My hand struck out, capturing her slim wrist between my fingers. My cock twitched at her fragility. I swallowed her whole forearm, my fingers crossing where I held her. She was so tiny. I could break her without trying too hard.

Her porcelain skin was going to look so good with my mark on it. I was going to bruise every inch of her body. I was going to stare at her ass, where it was red and bleeding from my hand, as I fucked her. I was going to tear that tight little pussy while she screamed for me to stop. Of course, I wouldn’t. I didn’t have a drop of mercy in my body.

Her wintery eyes widened slightly, but that was the only sign she felt my touch. She looked at me through her lashes like she knew not to make direct eye contact. My blood roared at the subtle yield to my power.

This is what was calling to me. She was innocent, but even from a distance, I could see the quiet submissive that lived in her. She might not even know it existed, but it spoke to me anyways. She wanted to be owned. I could see it in the tip of her chin, in the look in her eyes.

“What’s your name, little dove?” I let my voice come out soft, smoothing the sharp edges.

Her eyes flicked around to the other men like one of them would save her. I almost laughed. Instead, I gave her a charming smile. I knew how to play people. I wasn’t only skilled at intimidation and threats. I could use charm and kindness just as easy to get what I wanted.

She cleared her throat before looking back at me. “Kitty.”

My grip on her wrist tightened. For just a fraction of a second, I showed her what would happen if she continued to lie to me. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t try to pull away. She was smart. I wouldn’t have let her go.

“Your real name.”

“I don’t give out that information. You can call me Kitty.” It didn’t suit her. It was juvenile. She was too beautiful. Too pure for that name.

I leaned forward until my lips met her ear. A shiver passed through her body. An answering rush of arousal coursed through mine. “Don’t make me work for it.”

“I’m not trying to make you work for anything.” Her voice was surprisingly calm. “Now, please let me go so I can do my job.” That little please had my dick hard enough that the zipper cut into my skin. Her pleas were going to be music to my ears.

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