Gathering herself, she slowly sits up with hesitation before she finally jumps out of the trunk. When she attempts to run, I snatch her upper arm and drag her back toward me with force, making my knife be known.
“Stop fucking with me, Harley.” I grit out with anger, and she looks up at me, “Harley? I’m not Harley, I’m Star.”
I lift a brow with a growl and push her forward, “Yeah fucking right.”
“I mean it, mister. You have the wrong girl!”
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” I bite out viciously before turning around quickly and point the knife in her face. “I will fucking kill you!”
She swallows hard at my sinister threat, her lips clamping shut as her mascara runs down her cheeks. Once I’m satisfied that she’s taking this seriously, I continue to pull her toward my uncle’s mansion, her resistance now stopped.
When entering, I drag her inside with me, immediately spotting my uncle with his back to us, engaged in conversation with a man I don’t recognize. He turns at the sound of our entrance, his eyes instantly locking onto the whimpering girl beside me. I take a moment to size him up—wearing his usual gray tight pants, polished shoes, and a half-buttoned white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. My uncle looks nothing like me; he’s far shorter but more broader. The only similarity is our black hair.
He takes calculated steps forward as we stop in the middle of the huge, gleaming white foyer. When he halts, his eyes never leave her. With her head bowed, she avoids his intense gaze, but I can feel her body shaking beneath my grip on her upper arm. He reaches out and snatches her face, forcing her to look up at him. Their eyes meet, and he just stares at her, a silent tensioncrackling in the air. I glance between them, impatience gnawing at me.
“Well, is it fucking her?” I ask, annoyance buzzing through me.
He pushes her face away roughly with a growl, and she sobs, lowering her head in defeat.
“No, it’s not,” he finally answers, seething with frustration.
I inhale deeply, pissed off at the realization that I now have to take this random chick back to where I found her after thoroughly petrifying her. As I turn to leave, his hand clamps down on my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. My eyes drop to it before meeting his gaze. His eyes drag up and down her body as he takes a step back, a wicked hunger lingering in his expression.
“Leave her with me,” he says, his tone dripping with evilness.
I narrow my eyes at him, my voice a low growl. “Get fucked.” His eyebrow arches in response, a silent challenge.
“You had me kidnap this chick because you don’t know the fucking difference between her and the cunt that killed your son?” I spit out, my anger barely contained. His jaw tightens, the muscle in his cheek flexing as he folds his arms across his chest.
“I am taking her back,” I say firmly, my voice brooking no argument. “I’m not leaving her with you, motherfucker, for you to traumatize her even more.”
He raises his chin, his eyes scanning mine with a cold, calculating gaze. “I would be very careful who the fuck you’re talking to, Hell,” he says, his threat delivered with a chilling calmness that should mean something, but it doesn’t fucking faze me.
I take a step forward, overshadowing him, bringing my face close to his. “Stop fucking with me, you old fuck. I don’t givea flying shit who you are, and you fucking know it,” My teeth clench with each word.
We stand there, locked in a silent battle of dominance, murder gleaming in both our eyes. “You have no authority over me, remember that. I may have given a shit about Haze, and that’s why I’m doing this, but you…” My eyes rake down his form in disgust. “I wouldn’t fucking piss on you if you were on fire, Unc’s,” I snarl.
With that, I tear my gaze away, turning around and forcing the girl to follow my lead. I can feel his eyes burning into my back, but I don’t look. My focus is now on getting her out of here, and away from his twisted grasp.
Once I return home, still reeling from tonight’s events, I can’t shake the anger boiling inside me. That cunt must be stupid, why send me somewhere when you don’t know for a fucking fact it’s her? The sheer recklessness of it all gnaws at me. It's not how I operate. That could have gone so wrong. If I had been out of control, I could have killed her.
As soon as we find the right girl, I'll be glad not to see his face ever again. My fists clench and unclench as I enter the back passageway of the circus, the urge to punch something almost overwhelming. The memory of her terrified eyes, the way she trembled, it all plays on a loop in my mind. I could have ended an innocent life tonight because of his foolishness.
I stride into the main tent as the acts are in full swing. The lights flash intensely around the ringside, but when my gaze lands on the death wheel, I halt at the threshold. I observe Soul and Noir performing together in one of the rotating rings, much like Pearl and I used to do. I tilt my head to the side, watching astheir bodies move in perfect sync. Knowing it's the finale, I keep my eyes locked on them. When the wheel stops, Noir jumps, wrapping her legs around Soul's waist and as he catches her, his fingers dig into the back of her thighs.
My brow lifts until, suddenly, they kiss, and my jaw tenses instantly. A wave of possessiveness surges through me, ready to unleash chaos. The crowd roars and my fists tighten, while Soul grips the back of her neck, devouring her mouth with ferocity. I hold onto my anger, waiting until they're finished.
When they finally break away, I see her eyes wide with shock—not expecting how his tongue felt, I suppose. This only brings me great pleasure that she didn't like it, because now, I'm going to do something that will fuck with both of them.
I turn around and head outside, waiting in the shadows by the back exit of the tent. When I finally hear the usual group walk out and past me, I fixate on Noir with an intense gaze before pouncing. Creeping up behind her, she somehow senses me and spins around, but it's too late. I lift her by her waist effortlessly and hurl her over my shoulder. A scream escapes her before her breathing quickens.
As I start to head toward our trailer, I shoot an angry glare at Soul and make a head gesture for him to follow me. He rolls his eyes, knowing I'm about to give them both hell, but he does as he's told regardless.
Entering, Noir starts to struggle against me, clearly picking up on my pissed-off demeanor. I smack her ass hard, causing her to shriek.
“Shut the fuck up, you little slut,” I seethe through clenched teeth.
I release her onto the table, her back slamming against it with a hard thud. I grab the small part of her waist, roughly yanking her down to the edge, her legs splitting wide to accommodate me between them. “You want to kiss my fucking brother like that, huh?” I grit out angrily.
