Page 77 of Justyce
“I am. Go prime those bitches and I’ll help you service them when I get there.” I feel sick to my stomach. The last place I’ll be going to is Acheron’s to screw some spaced out bimbos.
Rolling my shoulders, I search the space, making certain there’s no more hidden surprises lurking. Throwing a tarp over Clayton’s lifeless body, I dial Slash’s number, give him the location and tell him to wait an hour before he makes the commute.
Taking one final glance around to appease the raging bull inside of me, I walk back to the bush, yank Kenzi out by her hair and fight the urge to rip her clothes and tear apart her perfect lithe dancer’s body.
I stare down at her, our lips so close her breath dances over mine.. She’s angry and I find it amusing giving the situation we’ve found ourselves.
One hour, that’s all I have left with Kenzi Adrina. There is only one thing I can think of doing other than annihilating her body, and I can’t allow myself to imagine feeling her silky depths strangling my cock while making this decision.
“Dance for me,” I breathe, mourning her already.
Kenzi gasps, her mouth opening further to suck in more air. “Let me go, Justyce, I’ll keep your secret,” she beseeches, the intonation in her voice wavering.
A sad smile graces my face. I trust her, but I don’t trust my father or Acheron’s. If they were to learn of her participation in this they’d slaughter her without a second thought.
“Dance for me, Dark One, because tonight is your last chance,” I say reluctantly.
Tears trail down her pretty face. Ire and melancholy, a vast dichotomy between the two conflicting emotions, are flitting through her gorgeous electric blue eyes. And fuck me, she couldn’t get any more beautiful than she is now. We have this moment, just this one. I swipe the pad of my thumb over her tears and bring it to my mouth to taste the salty essence.
Kenzi watches my every movement, the fight fading out as realization settles into her stance.
Her hand reaches up to uncurl my fist from her hair and I let her. She steps back, sadness and anger bleeding in as her vision darts between me and Clayton’s body.
Kenzi’s hips start to move and she dances for me. My fucking Dark One dances for me. She doesn’t look scared anymore, only sensuality pours from her flesh.
I stand there, stoic and unmoving with my arms crossed tightly over my chest in order to keep myself grounded instead of running to her and owning her. Keeping her here with me.
Her dark hair shimmers in the night like the tears streaming down her face. I want to comfort her, to show her the little humanity and humility still resides in my fractured soul. But I don’t. Instead, I unleash my beast, my monster and chase her off like the coward I am. All under the guise that it’s the only way I can keep her safe.
“Justyce, I swear to the almighty Hades I will knock you the fuck out if you don’t answer me!” Acheron’s voice booms, drawing me from my memory and making my soul break open a little more.
I no longer possess any humility or humanity. That tired boy is gone. All that’s left is a reckless, relentless, and jaded mother fucker.
“Fuck! We need a plan, Ach,” I blurt out, the anxiety ripping shreds in my chest. “What if Draconis found out Kenzi played witness to that shit? What if he knows?”
Frantically I search the room for my phone so I can look at the location once more, hoping I misread the coordinates. I finally find it and diving for the device I peer down at map. The feeling of spiders crawling all over me takes over.
“Move your sorry ass, Justyce. Let’s fix this mess you’ve fucking made,” Acheron deadpans, but I don’t miss the uncertainty and worry lacing his words as he storms out of the room, leaving me with my unwanted thoughts.
Picking my slack jaw off the ground, I rush after him, knowing we only have a small span of time until Draconis does something to Kenzi that I can’t fix.
I’ve fucked with this girl’s life for too long, played god with her dreams and shattered them along the way. I should let her go, but I’m a selfish fuck so that’ll never happen. Once I have her safely back in my grasp, I’m never letting her go again. And when I’m done with her, she’s going to wish I left her with Draconis.
Chapter Twenty-Two – Kenzi
My eyes feel leaden, like they’re weighed down with a skyscraper as I try to open my lids. Everything hurts but I’m not sure if that’s all in my head or if I’m actually fucking hurt.
My left eyelid peels back a little and I squint into bleakness, seeing nothing but darkness.What the hell? Where am I?Cold air washes over me and I shiver, drawing more into myself than I thought humanly possible. Something is wrong, so terribly wrong.
I lay there for what seems like forever until I manage to open both of my eyes. I can’t see for shit and wherever I am it doesn’t sit well with me.
Shivers race up and down my spine. The small hairs on the nape of my neck stand to attention as I push off the icy hard floor and try to stand. I feel so weak. My body is barely computing with my brain so I remain seated.
Pulling my knees up and into my chest, I rock back and forward, attempting to lull the lingering headache so I can remember how the hell I ended up here.
Indignation, shame, and trepidation hemorrhage through my capillaries when the memory pops into my mind like a damn cinema screening.
I hear his sickening timbre in the way he called me pretty face. Yet I can’t for the life of me place the voice even though I recognize it.
