Page 10 of Demons in My Bed
Talon grunted, swinging his leg over me and settling down next to me. “This is Bunny.”
“My name isn’t Bunny,” I snapped, loving the way Felix, Talon’s twin, grinned at the harsh tone I used on his brother.
A completely tattoo-covered hand reached for mine, and Felix brought his lips to my skin. “I’m Felix. Pleasure to meet you, Not Bunny.”
This one was total goth-boy personified. Dark hair, so dark it must’ve been dyed. Black fingernails, ear gauges, big, tortured eyes. The pictures I’d seen had not done his beauty justice. He was stunning, otherworldly even. Felix was trouble in a six-foot-three body that was built for fucking and killing. All of the ink was just sexy gift wrap.
“Listen, fellas. You got it wrong. I swear.” Frank, the guy from earlier, was stammering, backing away from an advancing Rhodes and Ashland. With a snap of Rhodes’s fingers, security was there, taking away a screaming Frank.
“What’s going on?” I asked, purposely showing my interest in Frank’s situation.
“Not for you to worry about. Now, I have an idea…” Felix trailed off, locking eyes with Misha as the hair from my ponytail was pushed slowly from my shoulder.
My new butterfly friend seemed occupied with a group of men and women on a sofa across the VIP space, so I let myself relax. What the fuck was I doing making a connection with someone while on an assignment? She could prove useful though. Though not a gang member—as far as I knew—she still had valuable information that no amount of hacking or research from behind a screen would’ve gotten me. Sometimes you needed firsthand information, the good tea from someone on the ground. That was Cherry. I needed to keep her safe.
I raised my chin and stared at Felix. “What’s your idea?”
Rhodes and Ashland circled at that moment, invading my personal space as though it didn’t exist to begin with. “It’s been a while since we’ve done this…” Felix shared a heavy look with Ashland.
“Do you like games, Palmer?” Ashland murmured, leaning in as if he could suck the answer from my soul.
“Depends on the game.”
“We want to hunt you,” Felix growled in my ear, startling me. I snapped my face toward his, eyes wide.
“Hunt. Me?” I repeated slowly.
“Beneath the club is a maze of sorts. We designed it for our… tastes.” Talon crossed his ankles as he stretched his legs out on the table.
Their tastes. Their fucked-up sexual fantasies.
Rhodes was glaring at me so hard, I couldn’t tell if he was getting ready to rip me away from his boys or take an impromptu shit in the middle of the club. Who knew what went down in this maze—none of my research had mentioned anything about it, and that was a red flag right off the bat. It meant this maze was a new development, or that those who knew about it kept their damn mouths shut, or… they never survived the hunt. With the way these guys killed without remorse, it wasn’t a stretch to bet on the latter. Most of the people here either worshiped them like dark deities or were terrified of them.
I needed a second to get my head on straight. My face was flushed from Talon’s teasing and Felix’s flirting. Getting close may have been my plan, but I hated how they’d already worked their claws into me. It had been like, thirty fucking minutes.
My mouth opened to come up with an excuse, some reason to sneak off to the ladies room and think this over in peace, but Rhodes heaved a sigh. “The maze doesn’t really seem appropriate for her,” he announced, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he scanned my body.
“Excuse me?”
He brought his cigar to his mouth and puffed, letting the smoke waft from his open lips as he leaned in. “My apologies. What I meant was you don’t really suit the game. I like a bit of a challenge, not some fangirl groupie who drools over my crew’s cocks all night.”
I barked a laugh, pushing myself to my feet. Misha was already crowding in, but I didn’t stop. Chest to chest with that asshole, Rhodes, I smirked. “I assure you, if I had a cock, it would be them doing the drooling.” I plucked the cigar from his hand and inhaled it slowly, letting the red glow of the cherry light up our faces. “You want a challenge? You got it, Mr. Dapper. But let me be clear from the beginning.” I spun, making sure to look each and every one of these demons in the eyes. “I’mnobody’sfucking fangirl or groupie. There’s only one person I’m a fan of.” I dropped the cigar into Ashland’s glass, enjoying the way it sizzled as it went out. Scooping up my bag, I smiled. “And you’re fucking looking at her. Now, take me to the maze.”
Misha grunted, holding his arm out for me to pass. Spinning, I flipped my hair and I’m pretty sure it whipped Felix and Talon both. One of them definitely moaned.
“Do they have hell-bunnies? Hell-rabbits? Mother of Saturn, I could bludgeon a man to death with this dick right now,” Talon groaned, and then threw his head back and howled, setting the entire club into a fucking frenzy.
I didn’t look back. I’d learned a long time ago that looking back only kept you stuck in the past.
A forest full of werewolves on a full moon would’ve been quieter than the roar of the crowd now. The club logos along the walls started to flicker, the lights flashing through every color in the rainbow. Suddenly, they all lit up red, while the rest of the club was plunged into darkness. The signs had one small, sinister change. The letter A was conveniently not lit, effectively changing the name from Haunt to Hunt.
“Scared yet, little girl?” Rhodes whispered, and while it should’ve been too loud to hear him with the amount of noise, it was as if his words cut right through it all, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to ignore him, focusing on Misha and keeping an eye out for the stairs or elevator. They had said this maze was downstairs. A deep growl had my heart pounding, though not from fear. I knew Rhodes was right behind me.
“You wish,” I muttered. Misha was right in front of us, now keeping an elevator door open for us all to step inside. His massive frame was doing a great job of separating us from the boisterous crowd.
Rhodes chuckled. “You look nervous. I just call it like I see it.”
“Yeah? Well, maybe you should pull your monocle out of your asshole and take a closer look.” Laughter broke out between the rest of the guys, but a tight grip around my wrist had me coming to an abrupt halt.
