Page 69 of Soulless Deeds

“She’s at Life Support, celebrating Micah’s birthday. Don’t fuck it?—”

I hung up, ready to collect my Ghost. I’m sure I’d regret disrespecting Aster later, but I had more pressing matters to attend to.

SPENCER

Aster led me and my sisters into the foyer of Life Support, the atmosphere buzzing with undeniable thrill. A tall, slender woman in a sexy nurse costume approached, folding into a severe bow.

“Apologies, Mistress, I wasn’t aware you were attending tonight. How can I help?” she said with the utmost respect.

Aster waved a hand at Micah. “It’s her birthday, and she’s my honoured guest. Show her a good time, will you? Anything they want or need, you fulfil, understand?”

The attendant bobbed her head in reply, slowly unfurling from her bow to take in her new clients, when I was suddenly knocked off balance by a bulky male bulldozing past. Before I could stab the motherfucker for the insolence, I processed the familiar tattoos layered down his arms.

Psycho crept up behind Micah, latching onto her hips. When comprehension sunk in, her expression transformed into sheer desire as he tipped her chin and captured her mouth.Just like that.

Tanner shuffled up to my side, stance aloof as if he was always there.

A heavy pout pulled from my lips in disappointment. “One night, Tan! NO BOYS ALLOWED!”

He stared back unperturbed. “You’re lucky we lasted as long as we did. If I had to listen to anymore of his whining, I’d be the one sent to Oakview?—”

“Trust me, you’d die of boredom,” said a low, rough voice from behind. I peeked over Tanner’s shoulder to find a shaggy blonde-haired teen wearing a loose hoodie and jeans, his teal eyes burning into me.

I smirked. “And who is this cutie?”

Emerson pushed through to lay an arm over his shoulders, which was a stretch due to their height difference. “This here is Micah’s present.”

I perked an eyebrow, gaze tracking over him with renewed interest. “I didn’t know Psycho was a sharer.” A light blush raised over his cheeks, and I chuckled. “You must be Cookie?”

Cookie fiddled with a worn silver lighter. “You’ve heard of me?”

“Only that you’re insane.” He flinched. “Which means you’ll fit right in.”

Psycho decided that was the perfect time to pipe up. “So, are we going to celebrate my golden girl, or what?”

My lids narrowed on the overzealous imbecile, catching on his hands that remained on Micah’s waist. His knuckles were red and fresh with a new tattoo, which sent my eyes rolling.

As one, we turned to Aster, who’d patiently waited for our party to get their shit together. “Is that everyone?”

Micah nodded, biting into her lower lip.Fucking kill me now.

“I have business to attend to. Call if you need,” Aster added, before spinning on her stiletto heel and disappearing through a side door.

The blonde attendant led us into the most exclusive nightclub of Junction City. “Welcome to Life Support. No matter your affliction, we’re sure to have the cure.”

Life Support had reached its peak, a hospital-themed nightclub limited to those who had the money or breeding to attend without getting into debt up to their fucking eyeballs.

The place was one gigantic maze, with three main sections that catered to every specific niche, calling to your deepest desires or weakness.

Stimulants, Depressants and Hallucinogens.

Whatever your ammo, you were catered for. With countless hidden rooms and various passageways, you were sure to find your people—or substance.

I had to give it to the ingenious old bitch. Aster knew how to run a party, and turn that shit into an exorbitant profit. What would usually be considered a risky business venture had turned into the most sought after location after dark.

No one would dare move against her, since most of the elite were already on her payroll—or wanted to be. The rich and famous offered excessive amounts to set foot in this joint alone. She had power, control, complete dominance over her domain… And I was envious.

Aster and Echo had everything I wanted, everything that should have been mine. We were fucking Kings, still living in the shadows, biding our time to take back everything that had been stolen from us. And that time was well and truly up.

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