Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)
Chapter One | Cordelia
The relief that washes over me as I sink my knife deep inside of the man’s thigh is so fucking powerful. I let out a shaky breath as a laugh bubbles up deep from within me. I had to tape his mouth shut because he started crying, and I so don’t do fucking tears. “I bet you wished you picked a different club, or a different stripper tonight right about now, don’t you?” My hand strokes the knife handle, teasing him. When I pull it out of his leg, I do a little skip and dance in my stripper heels, why didn’t I just take these death traps off? I hear you ask. Well, because I totally walk better in these super high heels than I do barefoot. I guess that just comes with the gig, ya know. Sexy stripper equals insane heels.
His face goes completely red when he tries to scream out. “All you had to do John Doe, was not fucking touch me. I told you, twenty minute lap dance, no fucking touching.” I sigh, bending over. I put my hand on his shoulder and point my knife in his face, “Now, you’re gonna get my pointy end first.” I tsk, shaking my head. His brows furrow and I just realized he has pretty eyes, the kind of light blue that make you think of summer days and they have a dark blue ring around the edge. “Of course you have stunning eyes.” I sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to take them out so you’ll stop looking at me.” I shrug, as I sit on his lap, pushing his head back as I angle my knife better to take one of those eyes. I should put them on display, but someone will totally ask where I got them and in this day in age, I’ll get caught. I let go of his head and I feel his body relax when I move the knife away.
“Oh, cupcake.” I pat his cheek, “You’re still gonna die.” I slip my hand down into his suit's inner pocket and pull out the wallet I felt in there earlier. When I open it, I see his name and that he’s not from around here. “Caleb McNamara. From Illinois. I bet you regret coming to Kansas City right about now.” I sigh, dropping his wallet. I rotate my hips in his lap, seeing if I can get him a boner before he dies. It’s the least I can do. When I feel a little growth, I get very, stupidly giddy. “Even in this horrible situation, you still want my pussy wrapped around you,” I move again, and shake my head in shame. “It’s not big enough for me Caleb. I’m sorry, we would’ve never worked out. I like ‘em thick.” I kiss the air, attempting to be sexy but it feels a little awkward, oh well, I shrug and smile. “Onto tonight's festivities.” I say pointing a finger up in excitement. “And for the main event.” I shimmy my shoulders as I clutch my knife with both hands and plunge it straight into the man's chest, using my weight to get it in deeper. “I’m certain this wasn’t the penetration you were expecting tonight.” I tap his shoulder, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I ask, breathing heavily as he freaks the fuck out, realizing what exactly is happening. The exhilaration that is coursing through me is the only high I chase. I watch the life leaving his face as I feel the blood pooling between my legs, warm and thick. My chest heaves for air as I watch him leave me, “Thanks boobear.” I pat his head as I stand up and ready myself for the massive clean up I have ahead of me. Then I have to work tonight, dancing on stage, finding my peace as the music plays.
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T ONIGHT FEELS DIFFERENT as I move behind the stage, getting ready to walk out there and perform. Sip by Jessie Murph starts and I let the music carry me into oblivion as I dance, feeling all of the men’s eyes on me. I truly enjoy having them watch me, each and every move I make is specifically picked to tease them. My muscles know what to do as I grip the pole, finding my rhythm. No matter how many times I dance up here, I’ll never be sick of it. I want their attention on me, I want them wishing they could touch me. I love knowing that as they dream about having me, none of them will ever have the privilege of actually taking me home.
As the song begins to close out, I dip down, spotting the most mysterious man I’ve ever actually paid any attention to. I think I’ve seen him before, sitting back there, but never before did I notice him watching me. His bright eyes nearly glow as I stand back up, not even bothered by the fact that I’m staring at him. I collect my tips, never looking away from him. Between the lights in my eyes and the neon bullshit throughout the bar, it’s hard to tell, but I think he has tattoos crawling up his neck. He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on his knuckles. Is he staring at me, like I am him? Why do I want to go to him? Why do I want to take him home and find out if he’s friend or foe, challenging him to see if he’d fuck me into a coma or if I’d have to kill him. Hell, he looks like he’d enjoy a knife to the throat while I ride him. Danger radiates off of him, and I’m not even that close to him.
When I climb down off stage in the back, I rush around to the bar and move to where I can see him, but he can't see me. “I love that song girl. You really know how to put a show on.” Trish our always happy bartender says handing me water.
“Thanks.” I take the glass, finding my mystery man, still sitting back in his corner only, he's not paying any attention to the girl on stage. She's one of our top dancers and he's not watching. “Who is that?” I ask Trish, carefully pointing to the section he's in.
“Tall, dark, and dangerous?” She asks.
“Yes.” I look at her like she's crazy for asking who.
“He's a Mazitti.” She deadpans.
“As in, the Mazitti’s?” my stomach twists as the realization hits me. The fucking crime boss family of the Midwest, hell they have their hands on all the regions, but their Queen mob boss lady has expanded their horizons. They're rumored to be in several different types of illegal activities. Not to mention they're notorious killers. Some of them have been arrested but none of them have been proven guilty, sure they’ve taken pleas, but I’ve never seen one of them go to trial. Not to mention, if there are any witnesses, they seem to disappear.
“The one and only family, best stay away from that one. I heard he just got out of a five year lockup.” She knows I won't stay away, I like finding the dangerous ones.
“What's his name?” I ask, because what are the chances that there's two serial killers in this one club?
“He’s the youngest Mazitti heir, Axel. He's the family wildcard, you never know what he's going to do next.” She leaves me standing here alone as she runs off to make drinks and I continue staring at him. Axel fucking Mazitti, I bet he would actually fuck me into a coma. A chill runs up my spine as I feel a pulse between my legs, pressing my thighs together. I lean over the bar, resting my head in my hands and just watch the man that has piqued my interest like no other.
This feeling in my chest and between my legs, at the same time is all new. And I'm not sure I like it, but one thing I do know is, Axel Mazitti just made the top of my list. Mrs. Mazitti. Oh, I like that. I think I'm going to follow someone home tonight, I need to see what kind of man he is, what kind of monster he can be.
“Here, take this over there.” Trish holds out a tray of drinks with a smile. “They're order is ready.”
I push up off the bar giddy as hell, taking the tray from her, “You're totally my favorite person right now!” I shout at her as I start walking around the bar.
“You're welcome!” Trish shouts back as I train my eyes on the corner where he and his cohorts are. The closer I get the more dangerous they all look, and when I take that first step up into their corner booth, Axel's eyes lock with mine and I feel like my life just ended. Those magnificent blue eyes are killing me and I haven't even fully approached him yet. If his eyes are doing this much to me, I can't wait to see what he sounds like. Oh God, what does his touch feel like?
“Thanks, doll face.” One of the other men says as he grabs the tray of drinks from me, but I don't bother saying anything or even feeling offended at what he called me, why? Because I'm locked in a staring contest with Axel and there's no way I'm blinking first.