Page 35 of Justyce
My body hits the leather seats and I start the car and get the fuck out of there quick smart. I hit Arrow’s number as I gun it down the drive and back onto the Pacific Drive Highway with my lungs over inflating.What is my father playing out?
“Boss, you good?” Arrow queries through the phone.
“Yeah. Acheron with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Arcane?”
“Yep.” He pops the P.
“See you in fifteen; and Arrow, there better be a fucking whiskey waiting for me.”
I end the call and speed toward my destination with my mind spinning donuts, and my thoughts swimming about a particular dark headed vixen.
I pull up to the gates where the security guard, Sniper, issues me a tight nod, his green eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
I nod back and drive to my usual parking spot. I reach behind and grab my mask before placing it on my face and checking in the rear vison mirror that it’s situated correctly.
Running my finger down the angry looking droopy eyes, I bypass the gash that opens up with blood pouring from it. The strength rises up within me once more as I step out and head into the club.
It’s early but I never know who I could bump into, hence the mask. I enter the same way as always, through the back, and then make my way through another door and into the club. Ignoring the bar, I head toward the hidden door that leads to the office.
My pace slows when the middle stage comes into view, and I can’t help thinking how Kenzi would look tied up and bent to my every whim. My cock twitches in my pants, but I stomp any wayward thoughts of an erection down by thinking of all the dead eyes I’ve seen. It works to some degree, but then again, I’m a twisted mother fucker.
Once I slide through the hidden door, I take the steps two at a time, ripping my mask from my face just before I hit the top landing. The first set of eyes I see are Acheron’s, followed by Arrow’s cocky smile. I don’t want to deal with either of them right now but I don’t have that fucking luxury, either.
Kenzi’s taste is still on my tongue but it’s soured some from seeing my fucking father. By the look on my Acheron and Arrow’s faces, they can sense something is up.
“He did it, didn’t he?” Acheron queries cautiously.
I don’t answer straight away; instead, I throw my mask down on the lounge that sits in the corner of the office and head straight for the bar. As expected, there is a glass with that amber colored liquid that has me salivating. I toss back the Macallan’s in one mouthful, swallowing down the liquid gold that sends that delicious burn down my esophagus.
If there were crickets in here I swear that’s all I’d hear, with how quiet Acheron and Arrow are. I pour another three fingers and walk toward the table where the boys are sitting.
Settling into my seat, I eye each of them before opening my mouth to speak. “Yes, I believe he did.”
“How can you tell?” Arrow asks.
I scoff. “Well, the way he was fucking his slave over the lounge, like he wasn’t expecting anyone to disturb him, paired with the fact his face blanched and he was hesitant. Draconis is never fucking hesitant.”
“No, he’s not. What are we going to do, brother?” Acheron wonders.
“Nothing as yet. I want to find out his motive and reasoning behind why he tried to murder his only heir to his damn legacy. None of this makes sense.”
“Ok… So we just go on as normal for now?” Arrow questions.
“For the moment, yes.”
“Well then, we need you, J,” Acheron states.
I raise an eyebrow at him over the rim of my glass as I take sip. “Go on.”
“There’s been some issues with the girls. Two of the guards down there have been manhandling them, and not in the way they’re supposed to.”
Reclining in my chair I wave my hand for him to continue.
“They’re touching them.” Acheron’s lips curls up into a snarl as his statement hits me square in the chest. He sees to the women downstairs. That’s one of his roles here, making sure their assigned Masters and security intel are doing what they’re intended and nothing more. His father taught him how to handle slaves, but he has a different view on his father’swaysand he approaches them in an alternate manner.
