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I swing my leg over my bike and push toward the party. My nose wrinkles at the smell of sweat, weed, and dirt. I’ve perfected the art of blending in; nobody ever notices my shadow that lies beside everyone.
A soft scent catches my attention, forcing me to pause in the doorway. It smells beautiful and alluring and has me turning my head, trying to gage where it is coming from. My shoulder is rubbed and I’m pushed backwards out of the doorway. This tiny, curvy bombshell pushes me out of the way, tossing her long hair behind her shoulder, unaware of who she just pushed to the side.
Each step she takes, her face displays disapproval, her nose tilted with annoyance. I’m captivated with the way her hips sway as she walks in like a queen reigning over her people. She has a grace to her that, while she may be forcefully pushing people out of her way, allows her to get away with it with style and finesse.
I follow her through the house, intrigued. Her cheeks flush when she sees a girl on her knees between the vice prez’s legs. She pretends not to look but her eyes fall back to the girl giving head.
A strange magnetic sensation ripples through me as I watch her look innocent and flustered with the act. My heart taps twice, reminding me I have one.
She continues her mission and walks into the same office I was planning on entering. She swings the door open like she owns the place. I’m loving this sassy vibe she has going on. I wonder if she wants to kill the president like I do. Bram Levine rules with an iron fist and there’s no exception for his daughter.
She has to be Sienna Levine.Interesting.
The door slams in my face and I’m reminded I need to stay on the sidelines. Bram can wait. My interest in ending him is gone, saving his life for now.
It doesn’t take long for the door to swing back open and her eyes shine with unshed tears before she quickly schools her features.
I’m graced with that wonderful scent of hers again. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever smelled. I follow on the heels of her, uncaring about anything. She continues to push everyone out of her way and I step from behind, trying to help make a path for her.
Her head stays focused on the ground as I part the crowd for her until she increases her speed, running right into me.
Her soft flesh bounces against mine and I turn to stare down at the angel trying to shove me to the side. Her body is soft, her hands flat on my chest. My hands tingle, wanting to grab hold of her waist, but I can’t move, soaking up the moment.
She doesn’t bother looking up and in slow motion, I watch as she lifts her foot and pushes down with all her might. So, this is Sienna Levine, daughter of the president, Bram Levine. I’d say she’s more like a black angel instead of the golden halo type her father makes her out to be.
I watch her with interest and chuckle when I see a frown forming on her perfect skin. Her lips twist and she side steps me. I look ahead, toward the office she came from, and what should be my next destination, but I’ll deal with that later now that she has side tracked me.
“Move, asshole.” She raises her foot and stomps down on mine as hard as she can. At no time does she raise her face to look at mine, as if the angel she is, is afraid to look the devil in the eye.
Turning, I follow her at a distance. The white flesh dipping out of the bottom of her shorts draws my eyes with each step she takes. Her shirt is tight around her bust, curving in all the right places along her torso. I pull out my vape and take a drag while enthralled with Sienna. The feeling is consuming and overwhelming, as I’ve never felt this type of pull to anything but death before.
Goosebumps scatter on my arms and I know this one night won’t be enough. I take another drag holding the raspberry vapor in my lungs for a long second before I blow it out to stop myself from going to her. She storms out of the club into the darkness of the night. Nothing good ever happens on the darkest of nights.
In the dark, she’s digging a path with the way she’s pacing back and forth while mumbling who knows what to herself. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch the dickwad vice prez step out to look vindictively at Sienna’s gorgeous self. The man is a monster like her father. Neither one of them deserve her. The atmosphere becomes eerily static as I watch two prospects ordered to do something. They stalk Sienna like a caged animal and she has no idea. My hand grips my vape with more force than I intend. I already know if they touch her in any way, I’ll kill them.
The feeling overwhelms me. Taking another drag, there’s a huge part of me that wants them to do as I suspect. I’m going to enjoy torturing them. My feet shuffle as I get antsy, yet the normal, regular beat of my heart stays steady even as the cords in my neck tense at the thought of anyone putting their hands on her. It’s the strangest sensation.
When I first came here, I thought I’d blow off some steam by killing Bram. I never imagined I would spiral into wanting to kill for someone.
The two prospects are a few yards from her. She’s still pacing, oblivious of her surroundings. She’s too comfortable here, believing her father will save her from everything.
The men stand behind her now, glancing at their boss, looking for cues to how they should be responding. He gives them a nod and they race toward her. One scoops her up, tossing her over their shoulder, while the other stays close. They drop her in the swamp muck at the far back of the property before the forest begins.
My vape cracks under the pressure of my grip as I’m forced to watch the club humiliate her by tossing her into the swampy goo at the end of the property. They all laugh, thinking they’re the indispensable ones.
Wrong.
I’ve never felt I needed a moral compass before, but this girl here has me wanting to do right by her. The need to protect her forces the air out of my lungs like I’ve been kicked by a horse.
I study every face, knowing each of their times are up for laughing at what’s mine. The air crackles with the new need to draw blood.
The smell coming off the dirt reminds me of my younger years on the pig farm with my brother Romeo. Back when he was still chasing those sinful kisses from his now wife.
Each of her screams for help gathers more attention from the rowdy crowd. I time how long it takes; each of them will live that many hours while wishing they were dead.
No one touches what’s mine.
Mine?Where the fuck did that come from?No, my toy. My vape breaks under the pressure of my fingers and I toss it to the ground. My feet stay frozen, no one even aware I’m here. They will all pay.
