Page 100 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Yes. And to tell you to leave.”

“What?” My voice cracks over the music.

“London, listen to me.” Jett grabs hold of the bars way too alarmingly. “When I walk away from this cage, drop your wings, walk out of this room, and straight to the garage. Don’t stop. Not for anything or anyone. A car will be waiting, get in it—”

“Jett—”

“Don’t argue with me. I’m not asking you—I’m telling you. I’m ordering you to get into that car.”

I’m utterly floored.

“Why are you sending me away?”

“Because I have to.”

“That’s the only explanation I get?”

“Yes, for now, that’s all you get. I’m asking you to trust me. For the very last time. I’m asking for your very last bit of blind faith.”

I can only stare oddly at this mysterious man.

“A bit is all I have left,” I admit.

“It’s enough.”

The sincerity in his big blue eyes has the power to command me. It has the power to eradicate all my doubts. To spin my single thread of blind faith into an entire tapestry.

Before I can argue any further, a part in the glowing white crowd catches my attention as Kayne totes Ellie through the room like a king with his concubine.

Kayne stands casually next to Jett with Ellie close behind him. Jesus, he has her collared, cuffed, and clamped seven different ways from Sunday.

She looks beautiful, though. Sultry, sexy, and submissive, eyes cast down at the floor.

“He’s here,” I hear Jett say to Kayne.

Who?

I follow their gaze to find Javier and a tall, lean man with white hair headed our way.

It’s subtle, but both Kayne’s and Jett’s demeanor goes on the defensive. Maybe I recognize it because I know them so intimately. Or maybe it’s because I’ve lived my entire life in fear and can pick up trepidation like a bloodhound.

I can only hear bits and pieces of the four men’s exchange over the thumping music . . .”Senor Roberts,”. . . Kayne and the man I don’t know shake hands . . .”I thank you for welcoming me and celebrating me in your home.” . . .”Mi placer. Es un gesto para expresar mi entusiasmo para las actividades futuras.”My pleasure. It’s a gesture to express my enthusiasm for future endeavors.Kayne responds to the white-haired man in Spanish. They converse some more as Jett hangs readily on my cage. I just play my part as the tension rises degree by scalding degree.

When the man turns his sights on Ellie, I brace for an explosion . . .”She’s quite stunning.” He pulls her out from behind Kayne by her leash. Ellie looks up once she’s directed. “Is she for sale?” . . . My heart stops. He’d never sell her, would he? I glance at Jett, who is watching the exchange like a sharp shooter.

“No,” Kayne immediately replies.

I breathe a silent sigh of relief.

“Borrow, then?” the man presses.

Kayne holds steady. “No.”

I don’t know who the man is, but he gives me the creeps. The same as Javier. I worry for Ellie. I worry for Kayne, and Jett, and myself. I’ve dealt with pieces of shit like these two most of my life, and it doesn’t look like I’ll be involved with a different kind of crew anytime soon. Not as long as I belong to Jett.

“I don’t blame you for keeping her all to yourself.” The man runs his thumb down Ellie’s chest and over the delicate chain that reaches all the way down to the apex of her thighs. Then he tugs, and Ellie nearly falls over. The clamp on her clit wreaking havoc on her body. I want to burst out of my cage and tackle the man. I want to scream at Kayne and kick Jett for allowing them to treat her this way. She’s innocent. Just like I once was. But before my fury gets the better of me, Jett chimes in.

“We have plenty of pets to play with.” He gains both Javier and the white-haired man’s attention. Apprehension suddenly churns in the pit of my stomach like riotous birds.

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