“I don’t share.”
“Please. We both know that’s a lie.”
I smiled, my mind going back to that night six years ago before everything went to shit. That was the greatest night of my life. Olivia was in heaven being dominated by two women. Her little body could barely handle the immense amount of pleasure filled pain we inflicted on her that night.
When Hunter opened up to us, she had a fascination with us. Hades was open and doing a good job as a strip club, but one night of strip poker with Hunter and Hawke, we decided to open the darker side of Hades. Olivia let it slip that we liked sharing, and that piqued Hunter’s attention. We played together, but our relationship was strictly monogamous.
Olivia was…she was perfect.
I didn’t know what I did to deserve a woman like her. She loved me, even with the murderous monster inside of me. She never wanted me to change because she knew I would be hiding who I truly was. Olivia understood that I needed to protect the innocent who couldn’t fight for themselves. She was my soul, and Charlee was my heart.
Here we were, ten years later, with Hades flourishing, me controlling the territories, and being the leader of one of the most notorious gangs on the West Coast, inflicting fear on the vilest of men. I was only missing two big pieces of my heart.
“Maybe one day, but don’t bother getting your hopes up about it happening.”
“I’ll take my chances. You know I’m not the dating type.”
I rolled my eyes. “We all know you like to steal the girls from their husbands and make them question their entire life.”
“What can I say? I worship the fuck out of pussy.”
Hawke’s ringtone cut through our conversation, and we both fell silent. “What is it Hawke?” I asked as I answered the phone.
“We found a girl. I ain’t ever seen her before, but we stopped a couple of men from assaulting her. I think it’s the girl you were looking for.”
“Son of a bitch. Is she okay?”
“She’s unconscious. Doc said she was real sick before bein’ attacked. She hit her head, but she was having a panic attack when we got to her. They tore her underwear, but I don’t think they did anythin’ else.” He sighed.
“Make sure those two are still alive by the time I get there.” I spit, hanging up the phone.
Hunter looked at me with raised brows. “What's up?”
“I need you to stay here and make sure everything runs smoothly. None of the girls leave here alone. They either have one of my men or their own escort out of the club.”
“What happened?”
“Hawke ran up on two men trying to rape a girl.” I pulled open my drawer, grabbing my lucky dagger and slipping it into the holster tied to my ankle. “It’s Kadence. Once I find out if she’s okay, I need that information so I know what to do with her.”
“Yes, boss.”
CHAPTER 11
BLAIZE
There was a welcoming silence when I entered the clubhouse, which was saying something considering hours before it was buzzing with music and sex. Instead, the smell of blood and sweat lingered in the air. I told those assholes not to kill them, and if I walked down there to find two dead bodies, I would slash their throats. As I walked further into the clubhouse, I heard pained grunts coming from the basement which satisfied me.
My heeled boots clicked against the wooden stairs as I made my presence known. Once in the basement, my men looked at me. Hawke turned, rubbing his knuckles with his lip curled in grim satisfaction, stepping aside and giving me a full view of the fuckers. They were chained to the ceiling, their toes barely grazing the floor. Hawke already did a number on them, but they were still breathing. I didn’t recognize them or the gang tattoos scribbled on their torsos.
“Hello, boys.” I smiled my greeting.
They pulled at their restraints, a hint of relief in their swollen eyes. They saw my feminine features and failed to realize thatIwas the monster hiding under their beds, the shadow creeping into their rooms.
“Who are you working for?” I asked simply. They remained silent. “I can promise you, the people you work for are tame compared to me.”
The one with the bloodier face laughed weakly. “Please, what’s a pair of legs and pussy going to do?”
“Blaize Matthews,” I told them, pulling my dagger from its holster around my thigh and running my fingers over the edge. The one who didn’t say anything yet tensed, his gaze shifting uneasily. “The look in your eyes tells me you know exactly who I am.”
