Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Two | Axel

My target stares at me with her head upside down from the stage. Why the fuck am I here, there's no way I can kill such a divine creature. The way her body moves is mesmerizing, when her song ends she doesn't stop staring, almost like a lost little deer stuck in the path of my headlights.

Once she's off stage, I lean back in my chair, turning to face Kenan, my older brother and a few of our friends, actually they're his friends. “What has your attention?” He asks.

“The fucking target. I'm here to work, not get shit faced and stick my dick somewhere warm.” I roll my eyes and turn my attention to their conversation, and guess what they're talking about? Somewhere warm to stick their dicks.

I spent the last five years behind bars for a crime Kenan committed, only because Mom asked me to ‘take one for the team'. Kenan had already been busted twice and if they thought it was him again, they may have actually been able to take down the Mazitti name. So I copped a plea bargain and plead guilty for five years in.

The little deer appears before me, with a tray of drinks and when my eyes connect with hers, I know the night is going to go one of two ways. I'll either end her quickly, getting her out of my system by fucking someone after. Or, I'll fuck her hard and fast, then kill her as my dick fills her warm cunt. Great, now I'm thinking of somewhere warm to stick my cock.

“Thanks, doll face.” Kenan says, taking the drinks from her.

She doesn't take her eyes off me as I look up at her. Why is she staring down at me? Fuck, is there something on my face? Does she know who I am?

Oh, even better, is she trying to size me up as her next target? Dad sent me here to find her, says someone important disappeared after he was seen leaving this bar with her. Gave me a picture of the woman and told me to make him proud. The problem with my dad is that making him proud could mean one of two things, killing her, or fucking her.

I have five dads, but my biological dad is Damien, who is a fucking wildcard. He's ruthless and unafraid to the outside world, but at home he loves hard and spoils us all, sort of. The way he loves my mom is never changing and I want that kind of love. The only problem is, my life isn't for the faint of heart. My last Christmas with my mom we strung up a man over the banister and she ordered all her children to cut him. Death by a thousand cuts. We all did it, and then we sat down for our holiday dinner as if nothing had happened.

I'm not sure what all has changed in the last five years, but one thing I know has changed, is me.

“What's your name, doll face?” Kenan asks, coming back over to us.

She doesn't even blink, staring directly at me, “Charisma.” She states. Charisma is her stripper name, the one she tells everyone here. No one here knows her real name, except me. When I was handed this assignment, I did my research, after all I wasn't going to go in blind, what if she tried to kill me. You can never be too safe in this world.

“Well, Charisma. Wanna have a shot with us?” He asks, handing me one and then offering her the other.

If she takes this shot, she'll have to look away, which means I could blink. My eyes are starting to burn from the lights in here.

“After you big guy.” She holds her shot out to me and I see what she's doing. Okay little deer, let's play. I push up out of my seat, forcing her to step back.

“At the same time.” I reply, letting my hand reach out to touch her beautiful skin.

“No touching.” She smacks my hand away, her face is so cute when she’s mad. The scrunched up nose and fury in her eyes, it’s adorable.

I put the shot glass to my lips watching as she does the same, neither of us blinking. Fuck, my eyes are starting to water. “Just fuck her and get it out of the way.” Kenan, my annoying fucking brother says, which forces her to look away. I blink and down my shot, looping my arm around her waist when I finish it.

“Hey.” She downs her own shot and then cups the shot glass in her fist, her face twists up in a smile and suddenly my fucking cheek hurts as I’m knocked backwards.

“The fuck?” I shake out the thundering pain that radiates through my face.

“I said no touching.” She shakes her fist and my fucking brother laughs and claps.

Standing back up straight, I snatch her by the throat and press my forehead to hers, feeling her pulse quickening under my fingers. She tries to swallow, but I’m holding her so tight that I expect her to pass out in just a few seconds. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down so I don’t accidentally kill her instead of just knocking her out. She starts thrashing in my arms, as I pull her body closer to mine. Her eyes widen when she realizes that she’s been caught and I’m not letting go.

I press a kiss to her open mouth as she gasps for air, “See you on the other side little deer.” I say as her eyes start to fall closed.

“Make sure the club knows this is Mazitti business.” Kenan snaps to one of the guys with us.

Cordelia’s body falls limp in my arms as she passes out. I lift her and carry her to my car. I’m going to have so much fun with this one. I hope she screams exceptionally loud, I want to make it last for as long as I can. When we get to the car I have Kenan pop the trunk so I can put her in. Taking one more look at her, I grab the lid and shut it, so fucking excited for what’s about to happen.