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I can tell from the parking lot that Myth is packed tonight. It’s not just that the parking lot is full, but the music inside is barely disguised by the people coming in and out of the front door.
Already knowing the fucking drill, I pull my wallet out of my pocket when I step up next to the dickhead security guard.
“How much tonight?” I ask him.
Patrick crosses his arms over his bulky chest, the guns on his arms bunching to look even bigger from the posture.
I’d still fight the bastard if given the chance, but I’m barely allowed inside as it is given all the shit I’ve pulled.
“A thousand,” he finally answers.
Fucking greedy ass prick is what he is, but he has me bent over and begging. He’s the only reason I’m allowed inside, and he takes advantage of it each chance he gets.
Pulling the money from my wallet, I glare at him when slapping it into his outstretched hand.
“Keeps getting more expensive. You bought a new car yet with what you’ve ripped off me?”
Deep laughter shakes his body. “Almost there, man. I’m surprised you keep paying it. Must be something inside you are dying to see.”
I wouldn’t say I’m dying to see it, but at the same time I can’t stop dragging myself back here to taste her again.
Ames has become an addiction of sorts. A punishment. A bitch like no other woman I’ve met before but a siren in the way she keeps drawing me back.
After pocketing the money, Patrick swings the door open and motions for me to step in.
Loud music assaults my senses, the beat practically shaking the walls with its rhythmic thump. Lights swirl above my head, and the crowd of drunk dumbfucks move out of my way as I walk through the first floor en route to the stairs.
It’s like they can tell the mood I’m in tonight. One where I wouldn’t mind throwing as many punches as it takes to get this anger out of me for once.
But it never subsides.
No matter what I do.
No matter the situation, how much I’ve had to drink or who I happen to be fucking, it’s always there riding me.
I can’t escape it.
And the memories that created it in the first place are on constant replay in my head.
But at least there’s one distraction that is brazen enough to take me on, one woman who hates me as much as I hate her but still never gives up trying to tame me.
Climbing the stairs, I get to the top, and my eyes lock on her face. She looks to be in pure bliss where she dances in that cage, her blue hair a mess around her head, those stupid fucking angel wings bouncing behind her. It’s one of the biggest lies I’ve ever seen.
Ames is and has never been an angel.
Her body knows exactly how to move, though, the sway of her hips in perfect beat with the music, the cleavage of her tits bouncing just enough above the corset she wears to be the perfect tease.
Body thinning down to a soft yet tight waist, her ass rounds to be two handfuls large enough for a man like me.
She’s built right.
Nobody can deny it.
And I’m starting to think this fucked-up world that has done nothing for me placed her here on purpose, just to fuck with my mind some more.
From her cage, Ames looks out across the room, her lips turning down into a scowl the second her eyes land on me.
I can’t approach her. Not with that jackass she works for standing guard.
