Page 50 of Soulless Deeds

Oh, did she, now?

My jaw ticked. I couldn’t pinpoint what was going on with those two. It didn’t help that I tried to keep my thoughts busy and off Spencer while on the other side, Aster was welcoming her with open arms. I could feel a sense of possession stirring, but I couldn’t distinguish which woman that feeling was geared towards—a harrowing realisation on which I didn’t linger.

“What are we doing about this second assassination attempt, Mistress?” another underboss piped down the end of the table. My back snapped rigid at the question.

Tension fell over the room, all eyes on Aster—including mine, which burnt with the intensity of betrayal. Endless questions sparked in my brain about the new information that I wasn’t privy to.

I lifted a brow to Sudo, who sat across from me, occupying the seat to Aster’s left. She gave an inconspicuous shake of her head, letting me know she had just as much of an idea as I did.Not helpful.

Aster perused her razor-sharp nails as if she didn’t have a care in the world. “It’s being handled.”

“By fuckingwho?” I asked, my Variant unintentionally triggered, making the words intense and seething. I knew it wasn’t the time to address it, but I also didn’t give a fuck. We’d always presented a united front, so why was she acting like I was some nameless subordinate?

Aster’s eyes swung to mine, the crimson depths roiling like the hottest flames from hell. “Careful,” she said, so light that it should have been enough warning.

I went to reply when the double doors slammed open, all heads and guns shifting to the resounding intrusion. Centre stage stood Spencer, a black designer dress hugging her curves as her mile long legs gave way to sky-high stilettos that could slit a man’s throat. She was immaculate, her hair perfectly curled, and make-up that accentuated her striking features.

The earth paused on its axis as her presence captured every single molecule in the vicinity. Then, she gave a remarkable grin, her red cherry lollipop peeking from the inside of her mouth.Fucking tease.

It was an illusion, one that I was well-versed in—her face lethal, that smile poisonous. To be caught in her trance was a death wish, a slow demise that I was trying to resist, but failing at all the same.

Blinking rapidly, I soon found the whole room overcome with the same affliction. That’s when I noticed a naked, ragged man hunched over on all fours at her feet, head bowed low. Around his neck was a spiked black dog collar with a lead attached, the handle grasped tightly in Spencer’s delicate hand.

She pulled on the lead, making cooing noises to her little pet who crawled behind, coming to a halt beside Aster, whose face was lit up like she was receiving a limited edition designer handbag.

Unceremoniously, Spencer chucked the lead up in the air for Aster to catch, then smoothly dropped into my lap as if that’s where she always belonged—and with the way her ass perfectly settled between my legs, my body was ready to admit the same. My hands moved without an order, gliding over her hips, reeling her in until her back completely lined my chest. Her toxic, sweet scent invaded my system, and I was already high, intoxicated.

“What have you brought for our mistress, Ghost? What breed of dog is this?” I questioned, my breath skating down her neck, evoking a shiver to skitter down her spine.

Said dog remained on all fours, forehead touching the carpet, sandy brown hair matted with blood.

Spencer flicked a piercing green eye over her shoulder to me. “My dear Echo, this isn’t a dog. Dogs are loyal. This here is amutt.A rabid animal that has to be put down.” Her gaze then bounced to Aster, who watched our exchange with pinpointed focus. “I told you I’d find him, did I not, old girl?”

As if the place wasn’t wired already, that statement sent everyone teetering on a perilous edge. All the Vice leaders remained reserved, silently assessing our new addition, who had prime position beside their boss and in my arms. Some appeared irritated, others challenged, while most looked like they wanted to explore every inch of her luscious body.Nah, that won’t do.

Then, Aster laughed—legitimately fucking giggled—and Spencer joined her, the abnormal sounds distorted and strange as they ricocheted off the walls.

I was frozen, completely weirded out by the whole dynamic. I’d never seen Mistress so attentive or receptive…towards anyone. Aster was a cold, hard bitch, her mind and emotions wicked sharp, almost as cutting as her nails—which could end one’s life with a single flick of her finger. Her temperament wasn’t built to accommodate demanding, spoilt brats, but to discipline them back into line instead.

As I opened my mouth, words were forced back down my throat as Spencer shifted and shoved her lollipop between my lips. The taste of cherry andhermade a repressed groan skate between my teeth. I had gotten away with a semi, but now there was no denying I was hard as fucking rock, my cock digging into her sweet ass as she kept bouncing around in my lap.

Spencer ignored me and leant over the armrest, wrenching the hair of her new pet until his neck snapped upward, displaying his battered, bruised face—a face that was recognisable and all too familiar. Aster hissed as for the second time that night, the room hushed into strained tension, eyes taking in their fellow Vice captain, forced to his knees in ruin.

Spencer crooned on as if she hadn’t just revealed the ultimate treachery. “Be a good boy and tell your mistress what you told me.”

The fiendish mutt legitimately growled before Spencer slammed his forehead into the floor, the impact giving a resounding crack. She then pressed back against me, wiggling to get comfortable, which made my fingers grip ever tighter, the soft material of her dress tantalising and soft.I want to rip it to shreds.

Spencer leant into my bruising hold as if she liked it and fixed Aster with a serious expression. “Bryce has been selling information to the Ludus, including your whereabouts and best possible locations to get you killed. In exchange for your death, he was offered your position as head of Vice.” My frame vibrated from the damning accusation, spoken as fact, her tone rigid with no room for miscommunication.

Soft mumblings and restrained whispers of denial could be heard from the outskirts, questioning the newcomer and the validity of her word. Aster’s penetrating stare had not left Spencer’s, their features identically severe.

Then, Spencer continued, her voice mocking. “You know my methods are ironclad and indisputable. We have an understanding, Aster, but do not be fooled. If you are tooweakto uphold your corporation and subjects, thatunderstanding may have to be re-evaluated.”

“Weak?” Aster replied.

Spencer inclined her head slightly, further taunting my mistress. I shouldn’t have found the challenge sexy, my reaction unfathomable, but her goading was an aphrodisiac that decimated any sane thought.

She was a compelling stimulant in my bloodstream, powerful venom infecting every cell with her specific brand of crazy—and I wanted todrownin it, dose myself in her till there was nothing left.

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