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He sneers at me briefly before looking back at Cartier. “Fine. Blood oath will be done.”
My smile falls. So long as the oath stays completely on track and no one adds in anything to do with anything else, I won’t have to lie or come clean. None of us will.
“Good.” She slides farther back against me, hitting my dick. Which reminds me, I need to get changed. “I don’t trust The Fathers. I haven’t for some time. I think they’re not only hiding things from us, but they’ve been lying to everyone. Our mothers included.” Her body melts against mine like a blanket my soul never knew it needed. She feels good here, and I close my eyes when I rest my lips against her upper arm. “I think they’re double dipping. Why else would they need more recruits?”
My eyes pop open and I pull away from her. “What?”
“What the fuck, Cartier, those are some big accusations…” Kyrin snaps, and I know his edginess has more to do with the fact that she’s on my lap and less to do with the fact that it’s a very real possibility that they could be doing what she claims.
She doesn’t move when she says her next words. “I know. And I think that’s why they’re doing this tonight without us knowing.”
“What!” Perse shoots up from the chair she’s sitting on. “They wouldn’t dare do that!”
“Eh, they would.” Killian shrugs. “The Fathers have been shady as fuck for years, but for the most part they’ve stayed on track. There’s no way.”
Cartier pushes her ass into my crotch again and I freeze, looking around the room. She’s playing games. “Yes, but The Dolls, Angels and Demons, and other smaller skits have lowered times, on Kaius’ watch.”
I brush my lips over the shell of her ear. “If you rub against my dick like that again, I’m going to leave bruises on your thighs. You want that, Cartier?”
“What—how did you come to this conclusion?” Kyrin walks into the kitchen and pulls open a drawer. I know what he’s looking for. He finds the joint and places it into his mouth.
Her thighs clench together. “My suspicions kind of started when…”
My footsteps slowed as I walked down the long stairs to what lay below my current office. It was the home of all training and connected to the Recruiting Lounge at the back. The quality of air down here was suffocating, which worked for combat where they trained me for breath play.
I flicked the switch on and watched as each light blinked on down the long room until it shone over a girl who was around the same height as me standing in the MMA ring.
“Um, who are you?”
She took out her earbuds and started untying the wraps around her wrists. “Sorry, I didn’t think you would be coming down here.” I hadn’t seen her before. She had long brown hair, deep-set eyes, and sharp cheekbones. Kind of like mine, only different. Different because I didn’t really want any similarities with her.
“Who are you?” I paused. Far enough away from the octagon, but close enough to shoot her if I had to.
“I’m… maybe you should talk with Kaius.” She swung her long leg over the railing, jumping down onto the floor in front of me. Up close, I could see the sprinkle of freckles over her nose. She was beautiful. She was totally Kiznitch something.
“I’m asking you since I found you here—” I sidestepped when she tried to dodge me. She chuckled. “And this is one of my homes.”
“So it is.” She rolled her eyes and shoved past, collecting a duffel bag near one of the hanging punching bags. She turned at the last minute. “You’re definitely Cartier, from all of this—” She waved her hands up and down my body, and I spun around to chase her when the door slammed in my face.
Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I hit dial on Kaius.
“Cartier.” His voice usually calmed my frantic thoughts. So calm and collected, there had been times where he would make me feel stupid for being so erratic.
This wasn’t one of those times.
“I just found a woman downstairs. Who the fuck was she?”
“That isn’t of importance right now, Cartier. If it was, you would have known about her. I’ll be sure that doesn’t happen again.” The line went dead.
She finishes off the final sentence and looks around the room.
Sass had moved closer while she was talking, and she’s the first person to ask a question. “Who was she? I want to know who she is.”
“I don’t know. Kaius never told me, and I never asked again.”
“Why not!” Perse this time.
“Because.” Cartier looks up at where she stands in the kitchen, puffing the same joint Kyrin was. “Part of my training is obeying The Fathers. I cannot challenge them, and when I do, it won’t be because I found a hot bitch using my gym.” My eyes shift to King, who is already staring right at me.
I tap Cartier on the thigh. “I need to get changed. Stay here.” Moving through the lounge, I make my way upstairs and slip in and out of the shower, before throwing on a pair of slacks, a white shirt, and a black jacket beneath my leather one. By the time I make it back downstairs, everyone is ready to go and Cartier is still pounding down alcohol.
I take the glass out of her hand and place it on the kitchen counter.
Tonight isn’t going to go well. I can fucking feel it. We all can. And it has nothing to do with what we have planned… or does it?
