Page 91 of Justyce
It’s like the thought of a shower sobered her up completely. As if she forgot only moments ago she was groping his ass.
Rolling my eyes into the next universe, I say, “Turn around, Ach, seems little miss prim here has suddenly turned shy.”
His hues linger a little longer than normal on her curves before he huffs and turns around.What the fuck is going on here?
I rear back and witness myself pale in the chipped mirror. “You guys didn’t fuck did you?”
Raine mouth pops wide. “Of course not. For fuck sakes, Justyce. I wouldn’t fuck him if he was the last person living.”
Acheron snorts, trying to play it off as nonchalance, but I hear the small hiss as the words leave his mouth.
“Ditto, princess, ditto.” He opens the door, slams it and then he’s gone.
My head falls forward and I place my thumb and index finger on my temples and groan. This headache is purring, readying to shatter me into oblivion.
Facing Raine, I growl, “Shower and sort yourself out, Rainey, because between the three of you I’m about to have a fucking aneurysm.”
Exiting the bathroom, I stalk back toward the front of the house, pull my phone out and gaze down at the device. The little dot is flashing, signaling Kenzi is indeed still locked in that forsaken dungeon.
A feeling of uselessness pours over me, drenching me in its poignant fury. I need to reach her and soon.
I haven’t seen Acheron, Arrow or Raine since I ripped them a new one earlier. For that I’m thankful. They all better be sober and ready to roll when the time comes.
The sun is setting in the distance when the devil himself, Rodriguez, finds me on the porch. My nerves are shot to fucking Hades and I feel like a grenade with its pin hanging by a thread, ready to detonate.
His dark eyes find mine and he motions for me to follow him into the clubhouse. Kicking off the timber post I’m leaning on, I trail behind him like a mangy mut waiting for a feed.
I’m voracious, avaricious, and I need to feed the hankering demon within me. Rodriguez opens the door that leads to the back of the clubhouse, causing it to wheeze in protest.
I’m surprised to find no strippers dancing on poles and the area relatively quiet, beside the sound of pool balls slamming against each other. I can’t see any club whores, only patched members.
A bald head catches my attention and I see Miguel eyeing me from across the room. He offers me a tight nod before turning back to his game of pool.
I observe how he sinks the black ball and ends the game, shakes hands with one of his brother’s and walks toward us.
Eye to eye, we speak an unspoken dialog to one and other.
Remember what I said. I will fucking kill you, homes.
My lips are sealed.
He discreetly taps his new teardrop as if needing to remind me of his plans if I don’t keep my mouth shut.
I nod once, turning my attention from him to follow Rodriguez into the open clubroom. The arch doorway doesn’t look any less ominous as I enter, and I’m relieved to see Acheron, Arrow and Raine already seated and looking somewhat sober.
The three of them have spread out, none sitting too close to one another. I mentally roll my eyes and take the same seat as last night, after all we humans are creatures of habit. I look toward Rodriguez for instruction.
“I’ve taken the liberty to send a few of my men to Draconis’s to scope out the place before we arrive,” he pauses and eyes me. “Your father is really one dumb fuck, isn’t he?”
I shrug my shoulders because there’s nothing I can say to that. He’s smart where it counts but also cocky. He doesn’t believe anyone would be so reckless to step on his turf, and that’s his downfall.
I know from experience there’s two guards at the gate, one at the front and back door, and two circling the grounds. Not nearly enough muscle for the size of house and land, but he makes up for it with the security system and cameras all over the place.
I could have broken in and attempted to rescue Kenzi myself, but no matter how dumb my dad may be, he’s not innocent or naive. He’ll have traps set up around the perimeter and inside to keep himself guarded and safe. Who knows, there could be more security inside than out.
Rodriguez’ baritone Mexican voice draws me away from my thoughts. “When we near Draconis’s mansion my men will take out the first two at the gate quickly. They won’t even see them coming. The guards won’t have time to alert the others or Draconis. That’s our cue. I’m assuming you know secrets about entering the place undetected, homes?” he asks, directing the question at me.
“Yeah, of course. We will need to head around to the back. As you’re no doubt aware, the land is far reaching and my dad is a cocky bastard that thinks he’s tougher than tungsten, that no one would ever risk their balls to enter his domain. That’s always been his undoing,” I pause, then continue. “He could have more security inside but we won’t know until we enter the dragons pit.”
