Page 41 of Vendetta

We walk into my personal area. It’s like a great glass balcony over the theatre of what’s below. I pull Eleri into the leather seat at my side. In truth I don’t need her here, the first few hours will be boring, but I want her beside me, I want everyone else to see her face, to learn her name, to realise who she is.

And I want to give her a good time too. She’s been cooped up in my house and then the hotel. It’s not how I planned it, it’s not how I would have played this out but it is what it is and so far she hasn’t complained. She hasn’t made a comment.

Blaine walks in and glances at her. I can see him running his eyes over her body and I tilt my head to challenge him. He grins back at me then clicks his fingers. The main doors open and in unison twelve men walk in.

The other twelve heads. Only they all answer to me. They take my direction. Their families exist, their families survive by my good grace.

They all tilt their heads, bow to me, and take their seats. Each exactly where I have designated.

Eleri glances at them but doesn’t speak. She’s so fucking perfect. She always knows when to ask and when to be silent.

I see a few of them glance at her. I see some of them stare at her face and I feel my anger flash. My hand reaches out and I’m touching her, pulling her to me for them all to witness.

“Allow me to introduce my queen.” I say.

A few of them react. Most are wise enough to keep their faces neutral. It’s a risky move to show Eleri off like this, to parade her. I’ve just put a target on her head, for my enemies she’s now a person of significant interest. And yet I don’t care. They won’t touch her. They won’t even get close.

But they will see this as a sign of weakness. They will think it’s something they can exploit and that’s exactly what I’m counting on. I’m outmanoeuvring them. Out playing them. Lulling them into a false sense of security and when they think the chips are down I will make my moves.

We talk business for what feels like hours. I can see she’s growing bored. I can see she’s fidgeting despite her best efforts not to.

“Why don’t you go dance?” I say in her ear.

“Without you?” She teases.

“I’ll be along soon enough.”

“Then I’ll be down there, waiting.” She murmurs before getting up in a way that gives me and me alone a perfect view of her tits.

I watch her go. Half the room watches her go. Her hips are swaying, her ass is mesmerising and I make a point of looking at every single one of them who is lusting after my woman right now. They gulp, caught red handed, but I don’t say anything. I want them to look.

I want everyone to admire her, my beauty, my queen. Mine.

We talk some more. I sip my whiskey and listen more to the tone of what they’re saying than their actual words. Most of them are with me. One or two are reluctant and I can see why, they are lesser families, they have more to lose, but as I point out, they also have more to gain from this.

“How do you know one of them isn’t working for Emerson?” Preston says in my ear.

I grin. That’s part of the plan. I’m counting on the very fact that at least one of them is. And anyway, there’s only twelve men here. There should be thirteen. One of my disciples has already betrayed me. My judas has shown his hand by simply not turning up. Though I’m surprised it was him. Costas. I would have wagered his loyalty above some of the others in this room.

Talk turns mundane. There’s girls in the room, some wives too. Blaine and few others discuss matters I’m not all that bothered with. Preston has some girl in his lap. My eyes flit down to the woman on the dancefloor staring up through the glass.

She’s dancing, just like I told her to. Her body is undulating, swaying, moving in a rhythm that is hypnotic. Divine. I lean forward watching her more and I see a small smile creep onto her lips. She knows I’m watching her now.

It’s as if it spurs her on, she dances more, she turns around and I watch as she grinds, as she manoeuvres that ass in a way I want to repeat with my cock.

Preston glances at where I’m looking and smirks. I think he’s taken a shine to her. I think he’s starting to like her too. And then his face changes, just a little.

I look back down and there’s a man, he’s touching her. She pushes him off and he tries again.

No doubt he’s drunk but it’s no excuse. Fucking entitled prick thinks he has a right to push it. A right to even look at her.

I’m on my feet. I’m done with this meeting anyway.

I storm down the stairs, push past onto the dance floor. It’s still part of the VIP area so it’s not as busy as the main arena.

Eleri spins around, she’s looking at me, trying to articulate something over the loud music. I think she thinks she’s angered me. That somehow that man taking liberties is her fault.

I grab her and my tongue is down her throat, silencing her words, claiming her. She moans against me and her tongue twists with mine as if she’s desperate for me. I run my hands over her body, and she starts gyrating, dancing, giving me my own show. As she moves she grinds against me and I turn her round sticking my now throbbing dick against her ass.

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