Page 132 of That Sik Luv

“Where is he?” I demand, tossing Baret the gun from behind me.

He catches it against his chest, looking at me wide-eyed, face drowning in shock at my behavior, before quickly realizing what I’m doing. Circling around to the side of us, he points the barrel at Nox.

Nox drops his head between his shoulders, his arms bracing himself on the surface of the blacked-out car, and a disturbing laugh fills the air between us.

He turns to face me, his back falling against the car as his ghastly grin finds me.

“In the lion’s den,” he says matter-of-factly, shaking his head in resignation. “Exactly as he designed.”

My brows lower, my blade still pressing firmly against his package.

He sighs, his crooked grin falling into a look of dejection. “Just not the dick. I’ve grown so very fond of it over the years. As have many others.”

Baret wears a contorted expression directed at Nox. He’s a strange soul, that much is certain.

“Take us there. Get me in,” I growl, my lip curling as I make my demands.

His eerie grin grows wide across his tatted-up face again as he gazes down at me with what I can only assume to be raw excitement. A thrilling awe.

“Right this way, doll.”

I’veneveractuallykilledsomeone. I’d imagined it endlessly out in those woods. The bark of the solid oak, my victims. But I would imagine it’s a hell of a lot easier than what I’m about to do.

Standing in the mock uniform, the black platform heels that tie up to my ankles, and the wig pulled tight on my head, I pop my knuckles, taking one final breath as the amber light above illuminates me to the room. Rolling my body to the sensual beat, I embody the woman he’s helped me to become. Someone who owns their sexuality; who’s empowered by it. A woman who has nothing but pride in the curves of the very body that makes her. I give these demons everything I’d imagine they’d want.

Shaking my bare ass against the pole, I bend down to touch the lip of the platform heels, ensuring the knife is secure. They don’t seem to notice I’m not the regular they apparently frequent.

I guess an ass is an ass to these people.

Twirling around the pole, I attempt to hide my identity, shadowing my face beneath the edge of the black, chopped wig, but my chest practically caves in on itself when I finally see him.

There he sits; tied to a chair, bloodied and beaten to a pulp.

I worry I’m too late, that I took too long to get to him, before I see his chest heave as his head drops further, almost finally submitting himself into my hands. Knowing he’s safe in those very hands he’s only just become accustomed to.

His direct gaze seals its fate against mine from across the room, and my entire being ignites.

It’s entirely metaphysical how we can sense each other’s presence simply by the resounding energy alone. Just as I used to feel the electrifying presence of him in the air before we really knew one another, he can count every beat of the heart that screams for him in any room I reside.

We’re as affixed as two broken things can be. The depth of his cracks sealing the fate of mine.

And together, in the den of their own demise, we’ll seal theirs.

Chapter fifty-seven

Loyalty

Mesmerizing.

Briony is blinding me with her raw sexuality. Owning every bit I’ve ever attempted to embody her with as she slides across that stage, gripping that pole while her tight little body drops to a split. Her hips roll, an intoxicating swirl of pure sex, before her cat-like prowl focuses on me.

Her body is liquid desire as she moves. Waves of delicious art penetrating the confines of the room, stunning them into her trance. There’s nothing refined about it. Her sexuality is primal and overtly obvious. Nothing subdued by the confines of social norms. Here, in this club, she can be exactly who she needs to be, with no inhibitions.

She marches confidently down the stage to the thumping bass of the erotic notes that reverberate within my chest. As she gains ground on me, my gaze quickly falls over to the men. Pools of saliva might as well be beneath their positions. They’re fixated on her. Her sexual aura captivating every set of eyes.

All but one.

Cal takes a step back, his hand reaching into his pocket when his phone lights up in his dress pants. His slicked back hair falls onto his forehead like angry daggers as the wrinkles there form hard, harsh lines. His eyes narrow in on his screen as a grin grows wild on my face. The crusted blood coated with fresh rolls of oozing red, painting me as the madman I truly am at the delightful realization.

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