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“Okay, another question: Does what you need me for have anything to do with The Devil’s?”
“Yes,” I answer. “It has something to do with them, but things have to happen before that step happens, so you’re going to have to just trust me.”
“Trusting you lost me my virginity.”
I laugh, throwing my head back and walking back towards the car. “Get in the car, pet.”
MILLIE
I can almost smell money and ego as I sip on what I’m guessing is expensive champagne. It’s been one month since my and Raze’s question quiz at the lookout. We’ve been sleeping together almost every night and his relationship with the other girls is almost nonexistent. Tension between me and Cassia is at an all-time high and everyone is just waiting for her to snap. I won’t snap, because to snap you have to feel something and my brain is still in limbo, though being with Raze is slowly helping. There’s still a major part of me that hates him for what he put me through. And though I may also hate how he let everyone put their hands on me in the dungeon, there’s also a part of me, a part that’s growing every month, that is beginning to open up to him. There’s still a barrier there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it. It’s out of my control.
“So you’re Raze’s third Playboy bunny?” a woman who has to be in her mid-forties dressed in an elegant white gown says.
I laugh. “Hmm, do I look like I’m wearing bunny ears to you?” I cock my eyebrow.
She smiles, placing her glass on the table. “Interesting. He hasn’t not had Cassia on his arm for an appearance in a long time.”
I take a swig of my wine. “And he won’t be.” I smile, keeping my eyes locked on hers. I won’t cower down. I know a female pissing contest when I see one.
A hand brushes against my lower back. “Hey, baby girl, can I have this dance?”
I grin at the woman in the chair in front of me before getting to my feet and turning towards Miles. “Of course, darling.” I stretch my hand out to him dramatically and he takes it, pressing his soft lips onto my palm and pulling me towards him. “Excuse me,” I say to the woman who’s watching me and Miles closely before I let Miles take me to the dance floor.
His hand wraps in mine and I scratch my nose from under my masquerade mask. “Miles, you look hot.”
He smirks from under his mask. “Thanks, my puddin’. And you look as delicious as ever. Where’s our favorite alpha?”
I think I look okay. I’m wearing a tight, strapless black sequin dress that clings to my every curve and hangs down to a train. My hair is swept to one side, hanging in natural waves over my shoulder, and my makeup is applied heavy on the eyes with smoke and nude matte on my lips. When Raze asked me to come to this event, I said no. And then I remembered that he will need to take someone and if I don’t go, it’d be Cassia, so I said I’d go. He still hasn’t told me why he keeps her around but I’m letting it go for now. The best thing about having no emotion is realizing that you can live with things that I would usually throw a tantrum over. This event has four of the most powerful men in the underground under one roof. Apparently every six months they attend a major charity event to maintain appearances.
“I don’t know,” I answer, letting Miles’ fancy footwork take the lead. The Pierces’ “Secret” begins playing through the speakers and I find myself looking around for Raze. When the music changes to James Arthur’s “Impossible”, my eyes lock onto Raze, who already has his gaze following me. He’s talking with three other men who look to be fighting to gain his attention, but his focus is all on me. He lifts his drink to his lips around a sly smirk and then pats one of them on the arm and makes his way towards us.
“Speaking of…” I say and Miles looks over his shoulder.
“Knew it wouldn’t take him long. All anyone has to do is put their hands on you and he’ll be here in a flash.” Miles winks at me and I roll my eyes. “Bye, baby girl. See you at home.”
Raze stops and takes my hand, pulling my body into his. “Almost wanna slaughter the entire male population that’s in here tonight. All eyes are on you.”
His hands embrace mine and I raise my eyebrows at him with a smirk. “You dance?”
Following his footwork, his other hand sprawls out over my tailbone as he pulls my body into his more. “Can’t say I like it, but yeah.” His hand drops and grips my left ass cheek.
“Raze!” I laugh playfully.
“What?” he asks innocently and I scoff as we finish the rest of the song. He pulls me off the dance floor, his hand firmly on my lower back, guiding me back towards the table. “Do you want to stay longer or leave?” he asks me just before we get to the table.
“I think we should leave. I’m hungry.”
“There’s food here!” he says with a smile, picking up my clutch and handing it to me.
“Yes, but it tastes like shit.”
“Nuggets?” he asks, taking my hand in his.
I nod my head and smile. “Nuggets.”
Raze guides me through the masses as we begin saying goodbye to various men in different suits and masquerade masks. Raze looks edible; just watching him makes me want to rip his clothes off on the dance floor. His crisp white shirt hangs off his body elegantly and his masquerade mask is black with silver ripples on the side, much like the mask he wears in the dungeon when he’s being the executioner. After we bid farewell, Raze pulls me under his arm and leads me out the massive glass doors that lead to the busy street of downtown Las Vegas. Raze hands the valet our ticket and then places his jacket over my shoulders.
“Thanks.” I smile at him, ignoring how chiseled his jaw looks in contrast to the mask and the intricate tattoos that are laced around his neck. Raze is a man that does both. He has two sides: “000” the executioner, and Raze, the National kingpin of the underworld. I’m not sure which scares me most; they’re both equally terrifying. But he’s been something else entirely with me. Or at least, he has been for the past two months that I’ve been here.
