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God, what a night.
I lie thinking about her, about the way she looked as she came multiple times, then lay sated in my arms.
There was something different with her, and I’m not sure why. She’s not an escort, obviously, but I’ve slept with other women not sent to me by the agency and never reacted to them like I did her.
Mia has a sparkle in her eyes that, as ridiculous as this sounds, made me feel alive. She made me laugh. Sitting talking to her was refreshing and...fun.
When was the last time I had fun?
I don’t know anything about her, except what she does for a job—obviously has wealthy parents—but I sense she has a story she’s not sharing with people.
Has she lived abroad?
Lost a parent?
There’s a depth to her most people don’t have.
And for some reason, I didn’t intimidate her. At least, not when I didn’t have her tied up and screaming my name.
I push back the desire to have more of her.
No seconds. I don’t do seconds.
Not even with Mia...Mia? Whatever her name is. It’ll be on the contract.
I toss back the sheets to get on with my day and life.
Sunday mornings, I usually wake up early, go for a run around Central Park, and spend an hour in my gym. Grab a coffee and breakfast and scroll through emails for a few hours.
Then my focus is solely on Dark King’s work.
Not that it’s not front of mind every other day of the week, but after nearly twenty years, I’ve learned to control my anger and obsession.
After leaving the marines, I created The Dark Kings, a covert organization made up of myself and two former marines, Nathan and Decker, who I served with.
Men I would die for.
Men who every day put their lives at risk to help me find the mafia asshole who destroyed my entire family while I watched. The same mob who would kill me if they knew who I was.
Who think I’m dead.
All I have is one name and a face etched into my childhood memory.
Carlos.
One day, I will find him and he will stand—or rather, kneel—before me, pleading for his life. Once he’s screaming and barely alive, I will slit his throat and watch his blood seep from his body and stain the floor.
Just as my mother’s did.
As my father’s did.
As my sister’s blood did.
For my family, I will seek revenge, and only then will I welcome in the light, which will heal my soul and release my heart from the devil.
Until then, darkness remains my solace.
Until then, I have nothing to offer emotionally. I cannot love when I hate so thoroughly.
