Page 6 of Redemption

Roque

“You don’t have much time to claim her before Sullivan gets his hands on her.”

Riveted by how stunning she looks; I can’t rip my eyes away from the screen in Dimitri’s office.

“Red can handle herself a few more minutes.”

“Can she cover the 200k?”

“I’ll pay it. The girl was willing though?”

“She was. But it was her first trip into The Den. Perhaps she had second thoughts.”

“I’m leaving for the island in the morning. Watch Romina for me. Don’t let her leave South Beach.”

His brows lift. “You’re not taking her tonight?”

“I can’t. I need to take care of the situation first. She clouds my head. Fills it with too many thinks, making impossible to think of anything but her.”

“A woman was the end of my friend Christos.”

“Christos Devillo?”

He nods. “He’s upstairs with his wife, Jessie. I’ll text him to keep an eye on your Red. He’ll keep Sullivan and the rest away from her until you go. I’ll send the best men I can spare with you tomorrow. But you’ll owe me.”

I stand, finally taking my eyes off my woman. “I’d expect nothing less, Dimitri. I’ll pay you in cash for tonight.” He nods. “One more thing… I’ll need this.” I reach for the devil’s mask hanging on his wall. Golden horns sprout from the head of the mask.

“That’s special. I wear it once a year at the DOM/Sub party in Italy. Everyone will think I’m you if you wear that upstairs.”

“Everyone but her. She’d know me in a thousand different hells.”

Dimitri shakes his head. “That’s your problem, Salvatore. Don’t be her hell. Be her heaven.”

“I don’t know how.”

He takes out a Cuban, lighting it up. “I don’t know how to change either. The best we can hope for is to find women who except our darkness. It worked for Christos.”

“From the looks of it, the women who come to Eden know exactly what you’re about.”

“They do. But it’s too easy. I need a woman who will challenge me. One who makes me want to chase her to the ends of the Earth.”

“You romantic fuck,” I shake my head, grinning like an ass because I know exactly what he means and that girl for me is upstairs in desperate need of her dark devil to come to her rescue. On my way out of Dimitri’s office, I grab a collar just in case.

Dimitri sits behind his desk, controlling the scene. He ups the dimmed lights a fraction, lets couples who came to “play” enter the room and adds music. It’s all a game. All a carefully controlled type of entertainment. But there are rules in the Den. All subs must obey their master’s. It’s one of the strictest DOM/sub clubs in the world. Because if rules are broken, people get hurt. This isn’t a game to the most alpha of DOM’s who live by their codes. Some men need this like air. Romina needs me before she taunts the wrong one and I’ll end up killing for her. Again.

4

Romina

They circle me. A pack of deviant wolves, they taunt me. Every vile thing a woman can imagine is spewed from their smirking lips. They think I came here wanting it. Some women get off on the thrill of being hunted. I like the chase but not this game. “S & M shit isn’t my thing. Being chained to a spreader bar and groveling at a man’s feet to be fucked isn’t my jam. Get out of my way before I cut you all,” I warn, swinging the glass in the air. But my taunting only makes these wolves hungrier.

Their eyes shift somewhere behind me. Finally, they step back uncertain about pouncing on the prey they’ve encircled. “Took you long enough, Dimitri,” I whirl feeling his presence at my back.

But this man isn’t Dimitri. Not unless he grew an inch and added twenty pounds to his frame in the last twenty minutes. I have no idea who he is but the men around me back off, recognizing the alpha’s arrival.

His eyes are hidden behind thin, black nylon fabric behind the eyeholes in the mask. The air radiates between us as we inspect one another. My eyes are defiant as they take in the coiled leather rope and collar in his hand.

“You escaped, pet. Beg your master’s forgiveness.” His husky voice is raspy behind the mask but still sends a shiver down my spine.

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