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I couldn’t believe he had convinced the other guys to come bowling. From what I recalled from when I was younger, a lot of night bowling places used black lights to make the pins glow under the lighting. I wondered if that was why Dimitri wanted me to dress like I did.
“Sure you are,” I responded, “Okay then, so why’d you pick a bowling alley?”
Before he could respond, my passenger side door opened, causing me to jump. “Are you guys going to spend all night in here?” he teased.
“I could think of a million and one things I could do to her in the back seat,” Dimitri responded. Now part of me wished I could stay out here and see just what he had in mind.
“We’re coming,” I told Hunter.
“Well then, let’s go,” he responded and then held out his hand to help me out of the vehicle.
When we got to the door, he said, “Wait one second. I have something for you.”
I paused. “You do?”
He nodded and pulled out a jewelry box. Instinctively I stepped back.
“It’s not going to attack you,” he told me. “Good to know how you feel about marriage, though.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but Dimitri saved me by saying, “I didn’t know tonight was about rings.”
“It’s not. I found this last week and thought she would feel safer with it.”
“How would a ring make her feel safe? Is it supposed to keep guys from hitting on her or something?” Dimitri laughed.
Hunter pulled the ring out and said, “Like this.” Then he pressed a slider on the side of the metal, causing a small blade to pop up.
“That’s awesome,” Brax said. “Where’d you find it?”
“This guy I know does custom orders,” Hunter responded. “He saw the idea online and improved it.”
I held out my hand, and he slid it on my finger. “Thank you,” I told him as I tested out the functionality a couple times. “This could really tip the scales in a situation where I don’t have any weapons.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he agreed.
“It was very thoughtful,” I said, as I kissed him on the cheek.
“And the first point of the evening goes to Hunter,” Dimitri said as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me to the doors. “Brax, we’ve got to step up, or he’s gonna win.” Then he pushed open the door.
The first thing I noticed about the place, was the general lack of lights. The next thing I immediately noted was the number of people in the hall and how the lack of lighting made their features harder to see. No wonder the guys wanted to spend the evening here. Depending on where we played, Hunter’s cut would be the only thing that would inform people of who we were.
And that cut would be the main reason no one messed with us tonight. Although, with only about a third of the lanes being used, I highly doubted we’d have an issue. Each of the bowling balls being thrown down the lanes glowed beneath the black lighting. The neon pinks, blues, yellows and greens made me think of eighties fashion. The gutters of the lanes were lit up, but the lights weren’t overwhelming.
Then I looked up to the front.
A teenaged girl about the age of sixteen was working behind the counter. She looked beyond bored with her current station in life. Which was completely understandable considering the ridiculously bright yellow bowling shirt they had forced her to wear as part of her uniform. Regardless, the moment we stepped up to the counter, she instantly switched to a more jovial attitude. It probably had a lot to do with the men I had walked through the door with.
There was a lot of eye candy standing right in front of her. Just enough to get her teenaged hormones going. She didn’t have me fooled. Some women liked to flirt with danger. Especially the young ones who didn’t understand exactly what they were getting themselves into. In fact, I would get a kick out of her trying to use her underaged womanly wiles on them. It would give me ammunition later when I needed to use my own womanly wiles. I didn’t care either way.
It would be a fun time had by all.
Considering it still bothered Brax that I was only seventeen when we first had sex, I doubted she would get very far with them. That and the way they all reacted about the Spring Hills excursion last month. Everything was a result of the flesh market we infiltrated for Andria. During our time at the banquet, they had placed us at a table full of pedophiles. One bothered me more than the rest. Her victim of choice was boys aged twelve to sixteen, no more no less.
When I heard she had evaded arrest, I knew I had to go after her myself. The only problem was that she took off on a twenty-six-day cruise shortly after the flesh market fiasco. The weekend after she returned home, Dimitri set up a meeting with her as a ruse to get her out of her home in Spring Hills so that we could break in and rescue whoever she had hidden there.
We left the house with four boys.
But not before I carved a list of sins into her skin, had her shackled to a wooden cross naked, and placed in a water fountain in the middle of her immaculately landscaped yard.
