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I nibble on her bottom lip, my tongue darting out to lick the pain away before demanding entrance. She opens for me, and I waste no time diving in to explore every inch I can. Deepening the kiss, I’m in complete control now and growl when she willingly surrenders. When I finally pull back, I rest my forehead on hers, our chests heaving for air in desperate unison.
“I’ll see you soon...Rose.”
5
Michael
Raphael waits for me outside the bathroom. When he sees me, his lips twist up into a wicked grin.
“Don’t you dare say a word,” I warn him.
Raphael disregards my threat with a chuckle and shifts his gaze to the closed door behind me. “At least she’s pretty.”
“Careful, brother,” I mock his condescending tone. “I may start to think you’re into redheads.”
Raphael shoves my shoulder as we start down the hallway. “The man gets laid for the first time in months, and suddenly, he’s got jokes.”
I glance over my shoulder before we turn the corner, hoping to catch sight of Rose. The disappointment that washes over me when the hall remains empty is unfamiliar. This intense need to own and possess her takes me by surprise. From the very first moment I saw her, I wanted her. Never once did I imagine I would end up kissing her, let alone have incredible sex in the bathroom tonight. But fuck. The girl is walking temptation in high heels, driving me to throw every one of my rules out the window.
For so long, a different desire has consumed my anger. A burning need to hunt and destroy and bury my enemies for no other reason than the need to feel something, anything other than the never-ending dark misery.
But being with Rose, I didn’t feel all the guilt and anger of my past. When she looked at me, she saw the man beyond all that, beyond all the pain. And instead of running away from the fire burning in my eyes, she asked to burn in it. Her voice somehow quieted the demons in my mind and stirred a long-forgotten part of me buried deep inside.
I may not know what my life is anymore, but I do know one thing for certain now. One night with Rose will not be enough.
“There you two are!” Dominic exclaims when we walk through the steel door beneath the main club floor. “We’ve been itching to get started.”
“Michael was busy enjoying himself with that pretty little redhead he ditched us for,” Raphael discloses to the entire room.
I toss him a pointed look to shut the hell up, but it’s too late. Dominic and Enzo latch on like two hungry dogs with a bone.
“A redhead, you say?” Enzo waggles his blond brow. “I like redheads. Want to share later?”
“Is this the same one I saw you tongue fucking on the dance floor before disappearing to the staff bathroom?” Dominic teases. “Couldn’t you have at least taken her to your office? The bathroom just seems so belittling.”
Says the guy who uses the same bathroom as his own den of inequity. I growl, “Fuck off, all of you.” It only makes the three laugh harder.
“Well, happy birthday, guys. Hope you like your present,” Dominic says after he composes himself.
“I brought him in, you asshole.”
I turn my eyes to Enzo, my oldest friend and, by all means, a second brother to me. He shoves Dominic to the side, reaches into a big black bag on the table, and pulls out an assortment of knives.
“Dominic is trying to steal all the credit...as usual.”
Enzo’s father is Italian, but he takes after his fair-skinned and blue-eyed Swedish mother. Tattoos cover almost every inch of his body, and the swirl pattern shaved into the sides of his head matches. What remains of his blond hair is tied back in a high bun. He resembles a Viking straight from the history books, and the man fights like one, too. An expert in hand-to-hand combat, Enzo fights with an edge of viciousness and the brutality of a beast. The man is a force few dare to take on unless they have a death wish.
Dominic shrugs, not even bothering to deny Enzo’s words.
An angry scream breaks our banter, and I look over at our present. A young Asian man with buzzed black hair is tied to the chair. I grab the back of another chair, swing it around, and straddle it backward, dropping down in front of our guest.
“Well, well, well,” I drawl. “Who do we have here?”
The man thrashes against the steel cable ties that hold him securely to the chair. He leans forward and yells something I can’t understand because of the gag currently stuffed in his mouth.
“I’m sorry. What was that?” I taunt, motioning to my ear like I’m having trouble hearing him. “Could you repeat that for me?”
The man collapses back in the chair with a huff and goes silent. He stares daggers at me, which I only find dull and not even the slightest bit threatening, given his current situation.
