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Tonight, the moon is full take me anywhere outside
MACHINE GUN KELLY
“You, Miss Walsh, are a lovely torture.” His mouth found my ear inside the darkness of the VIP room I had slipped into so I could watch the club through mesh curtains, drink my Agave and plan how to become the queen of a place where women fought like gladiators for the top.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him as he sat down next to me. I crossed one fishnet covered leg over the other, my black heels caught the smoky red light of the room. His eyes followed my movements.
He chuckled at my question. A brilliant sound of color that didn’t fit the darkness that poured from his pores. A cigarette was clasped between his straight white teeth. “Don’t worry about my having girlfriends, Miss Walsh. I never will.”
I was so intrigued by him, I wanted to peel him open and slip inside and uncover all that there was to know about him.
“Why not?” I twisted slightly toward him, the light catching my eyes. He sucked in a deep breath. Tonight I wore blood red contact lenses, black lipstick and had my hair in wild waves around my body. I was dressed in fishnets and red leather, skimpy panties, that had half my ass cheeks hanging out, and a bra.
“Because no woman is worth it, least of all one that is the daughter of a man whom I want to take his company for my own.” I pondered over this small slither of information. My appearance had shaken him slightly and he gave me a little too much without realizing it. Or had he. His eyes said an entirely different story. He lit up his cigarette. His gothic, silver eyes felt like ice cubes rolling down my skin. My nipples pebbled under the tight leather as his eyes moved over my body.
“Why does my father’s company interest a man like you?”
“A man like me?” The question in his tone had me pulling my eyebrows together. “Yes, a man like you.” I tried to read between his words, but I couldn’t.
“What type of man do you think I am, Miss Walsh?” He sucked on his cigarette and blew smoke out around me. I inhaled like a childish school girl in hopes of tasting a small piece of him but staying cool like he didn’t affect me.
“A man who spends his nights watching woman remove their clothing and grind over a silver pole covered in oil and resin.” I cleared my throat and shifted slightly taking a small sip of my Agave.
“I spend my nights here because this is my club, Miss Walsh, and I am Chicago’s most notorious mobster.” I couldn’t disguise the shock as I choked on my Agave and tried to wipe it from my black painted lips. “So, the question is now pointed at you, Miss Walsh. What is one of Chicago’s richest heiresses and cut-throat lawyers doing dancing in my club?” His fingers moved over my thigh drawing little diamonds through the patterns of the fishnets that clung to my flesh. My thighs clenched and my pussy throbbed at his touch, his voice. The way Miss Walsh rolled off his tongue, I wanted him to speak my name into my naked flesh while he thrust his cock into me. “For a lawyer you really need to not wear your thoughts on your face, Miss Walsh.” He leaned forward, pinching my chin between his fingers and twisting my head, pulling my eyes to meet his.
“I lost someone that night and stumbled while seeking somewhere to hide and become numb,” I admitted to him. He moved closer toward me, pulling me into him and I allowed it. Gone was the bravado and in its place was a little girl wanting the monster to take her soul and brand her his play toy.
“I got pulled into the club, thrown really, by a brawny man and Kitty. Mistaken for your new dancer,” I admitted.
“Who?”
“I don’t know. Some chick called Enigma whose clothing is a vibe, I mean if you’re into that.”
“No, I mean who, as in who did you lose?” His tone was harsh, and I wasn’t sure I liked it but I sunk further into his darkness, liking the way he made me feel like I was drowning.
“No offense, but that’s none of your business.”
“None taken, but just for the record…” He tilted my chin back up with the hand holding his cigarette. “Everything in North Chicago is my fucking business, and right now, you’re inside my business. Which since you stumbled inside of as you say, has fucking taken off. But I don’t know how I feel about you dancing for them.” An odd feeling washed over me. Fear, desire, and a kinky need to fuck him battled inside me. He was direct and aggressive, a fighter. As unlikely as it sounded, I knew he and I were cracked in the same place, even though we’d both been broken in different ways. I had been broken with death, grief and a loss so hard that it took the breath from my lungs. Him, I was unsure what had broken him, but you could feel it. I sensed it in the way he moved, spoke, watched and felt the world around him. Cold and callous didn’t just fall onto your shoulders. No, that was placed, kicked, beaten into you. It was a part of the fibers that made up your soul. It crept into your bones and skin, then once inside it didn’t leave.
“Do you ever feel lost?” I whispered. He placed the cigarette between his lips and laced his fingers with mine.
‘He is a monster and you, Brenyn, are a princess stuck in an ivory tower of your father’s expectations and your mother’s shackles. Let him fucking steal you and show you that monsters are just that, monsters. The pain will be worth it, believe me. You’re an angel. Let the devil touch you. Let his fingers burn you and make your halo crack.’I tried to shake off her words. She was in my system, inside my mind. Dancing with my soul. Death wasn’t even strong enough to separate us. That realization that I was here, in a dark room, under red hued lights, dressed like a stripper, talking to a monster, while listening to the voice of my dead best friend hit me. Ask my mother’s eight therapists and they would all tell you I’ve hit a newfound Walsh women level of crazy. Hooked on her words, I was unable to hold the tears back. God you are a head fuck right now, Bellz. Like, what do I do? What would you do with him? NO! Shit! DON’T answer that,I internally shouted at her.My mind mentally spoke to her like she was sitting inside my mind able to hear me.‘Lose the sad eyes and fuck him. Bite him, taste him, make him wild for Brenyn Walsh. You’re more than your father’s last name. Lady, own that killer body and mind that is wasted on law books.’
“Who did you lose?” he asked me again, his thumb drawing lines over the heated flesh of my hand.
“Is it really important?” I closed my eyes as a film of memories of her and I flashed like a reel caught in the wind.
“It is when it causes tears to form inside those alluring eyes of yours.” I closed my eyes, shielding me from his inspection of my inner secrets. I shook my head trying to clear my mind, to bring back my alter ego of Enigma and not the wall flower of Brenyn, the princess to the Irish. Bellz was right even though she was a ghost, it was time I let it all go.
“You know I own this town. I am Killian Kinahan, the Irish mafia.” I could feel his lips so close to the exposed skin of my collar bone.
“Take away the pain,” I begged him like a little girl pleading on her knees.
“Be careful what you ask for, little bird, because it will hurt far more than mourning death.” His fingers dug into the flesh of my hand and I sucked in a deep breath. His nails broke the flesh and it had me gasping.
My free hand moved over my thigh, clutching at the barely there fish nets. I dug my finger through the diamond patterns until crescent moon indents marked my flesh.
‘This game between you two is hotter than the depths of hell and believe me, Brenyn, I know because it’s now my new home.’Bellz’s sweet voice was heavy with desire—it intensified the whole moment between Killian and I. “I will fucking destroy you.” His words were heavy with lust as I moved into him, taking his hand that held mine and slipped it between my thighs.
