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ChapterThree
TATI
“Some sayOnyx is the manifestation of a demon; imprisoned in the stone during the day, and at night… wielder of terror and nightmares.”
“And others?”
“Consider it a symbol of protection from evil. There’s harmony between the layers under the surface.”
I went to sleep with that shit on my mind, and woke up with it too, staring up at the shadows of my ceiling in the dark.
Pondering.
I had no idea what was under the surface with Onyx, but whatever it was…it was there in abundance, bubbling up and ready to spill over, no matter how outwardly controlled he seemed.
I felt it.
And more than that, I saw it in his eyes.
I just didn’t know whatitwas.
That’s what gnawed at me.
Beside me, Kev stirred, spurring me to slip away, leaving the bed before he had a chance to try to pull me close.
I didn’t need tocuddle.
I needed tothink.
The leathered granite floors were a welcome contrast against my bare feet as I padded down the hall, in no hurry to get anywhere. What I needed was quiet, a moment of stillness in the midst of so much happening.
There was always somethinghappeninglately.
To be expected, I guess, asPredatorsvice president,but this level of responsibility, so suddenly… it was enough to overwhelm anybody. Brandon and I had still been in the process of being groomed for our positions.
Being shoved out of the nest in the manner we had wasn’t ideal, to say the least.
But there was no room for our anxieties, only… action.
Swiftly.
Not only was there the club to be run, with its own politics and rules and culture, there was thebusinessto run as well, with multiple holdings in the works.
Legitimacy was paramount.
We were finishing the work our fathers started, of having something concrete. Yes, the club had survived this long based on the usual sources of income, but if we could finish putting the processes in place for our members – and shit, other people too – to actually build something?
It would be groundbreaking.
It was justso muchwork.
Which was why, instead of curling up next to the handsome man in my bed or waking him up to request his head between my legs, I found myself outside on the balcony, staring off into the sky as I watched the sun start its daily masterpiece. As colors crept across the atmosphere in ombre streaks, my mind drifted from their general splendor to how beautifully they might blend on a canvas.
Or on the skin.
So I was right back to tattoos.
Right back to Onyx.
