Chapter 36 Ezrah
Chapter thirty-six
Ezrah
I'm so damn happy my boy came to me when he wasn't feeling well.
Even if my methods were questionable, he trusted me.
Sebastian released a beast inside me – a crazy one – but I wouldn't have it any other way.
I look down at the mark he left on my arm. Yes, I see it as a mark, as a sign that I belong to him in every way that matters. I don't give two fucks if the world looks at us and wants to lock us in an asylum. We're making our own rules, building our own world.
It's insanity, but it's also exactly what I crave.
It hasn't even been half an hour since he left my office, sated and in need of changing his clothes, and I already miss him. Good thing we both keep spare clothes at work.
After another thirty minutes, I decide to check on him. I can't be far away from him for long.
When I reach the bar, I hear Ethan saying, "You should go, the guys are waiting to see you."
"Who'll help Conrad behind the bar?" my boy asks.
"I'll help."
"You?" My boy asks, surprised.
"Yes."
"Where are you going?" I ask my boy.
Part of me feels like a barbarian ready to go on a rampage because I don't know where my man's going, or what guys he's about to meet.
My boy smiles brightly and bounces over to me. He looks far better and happier than before, and I relax as I welcome him in my arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Daddy!" he says in that soft, playful voice.
"I'm here, my boy."
"Don't you have work?" Ethan cuts in.
Before I can answer, Sebastian turns toward him, all warmth gone. His body stiffens, and his voice is like ice.
"Are you trying to take my Daddy away from me, Ethan?"
I almost laugh when I see Ethan's face. He actually looks… afraid.
"No! I was just asking."
"You better not be trying to force my Daddy away from me," Sebastian warns, then turns back to me with a sweet smile. Bouncing slightly, he says, "Daddy, come with me. I want to introduce you to some friends. I think you'll like them."
I glance toward Ethan, still unsure if this is a good idea, but Sebastian pinches my hand.
"Don't look at him for permission, or I'll have to gouge his eyes out."
"Go," Ethan mutters, waving us off with a tired sigh. "You two give me a headache."
"Okay," my boy says, smiling, and makes me follow him.
When we reach the bouncer at the VIP staircase, I realize where we're headed.
"I've never been up there," I admit quietly.
"I know! It will be your first time!"
The bouncer's lips twitch, but he steps aside.
The VIP area is far better than I imagined, with dark leather couches, wooden tables, a golden bar, and soft lighting. It's spacious, private, and refined.
Sebastian leads me straight to a table where two men sit drinking whiskey. They're the only patrons up here, aside from the bartender. Both are muscular, attractive, and wearing smirks that make me narrow my eyes. I don't like how they look at my boy.
"Finally, you decided to join us," the black-haired one says, grinning.
"Malakai, I've been busy." Sebastian rolls his eyes, then beams at me, clinging to my arm. "I want to introduce you to my most special person, my Daddy."
I can't help it. I look at my boy with a dopey grin. The happiness in his voice, the way he says it… it melts me.
Both men stand. I extend my hand first.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Ezrah."
"Welcome to the club. I'm Malakai."
Considering I'm the manager, it's not my first time in the club, but I don't correct him.
The blond man takes my hand next. "I'm Ryker. Welcome. We've never seen Sebastian this happy, and it'll be nice to have another Daddy around."
"Another Daddy?" I ask.
Sebastian turns to me, "Both Malakai and Ryker are Daddies."
"I've got a feeling we'll get along very well," Ryker says with a smile.
It wouldn't hurt to make a few friends, especially ones who understand our dynamic, but I still don't like other Daddies near my boy.
Had one of them ever been his Daddy?
I tighten my arm around my boy and pull him close. He giggles, patting my chest like I'm a wild animal that needs taming.
"Don't worry, Daddy. You're the only one for me."
I lean in and murmur against his ear, "Damn right I am. I'm your one and only Daddy, boy. Remember that."
I give him a heated look just to be sure.
"Damn, I love a bit of possessiveness," Malakai says, sitting back with his drink. "What would you say, Seb, is your Daddy the best you've had?"
I tense immediately.
Is he implying there was something between them in the past?
In a blink, my boy moves. He pulls a knife and presses it to Malakai's neck.
Malakai only grins wider, and for a second, I think he's insane. Maybe he is.
I'm frozen, stunned by the sheer precision of my boy's movements. He's fast, silent, and lethal.
"Do. Not. Speak. Like. That," Sebastian says, with venom dripping from every word. "Do not make my Daddy uncomfortable."
I step closer, laying a hand on his arm. "Boy, it's okay."
He doesn't take his eyes off Malakai."No. It's not."
Malakai lifts his hands, "Okay, okay. I admit defeat."
"Apologize," Seb demands.
Malakai looks at me, exasperated, like he doesn't have a knife pressed to his throat. "I'm sorry. I wanted to rile him up a little bit. We all know he's never had a Daddy. You've always been the only one for him."
I'm confused.
They've always known I'm the only one for him?
I don't know how to interpret this, but my brain latches onto the fact that Seb's never had a Daddy before me. It makes me so fucking happy. And I'll make damn sure I'm his last.
My boy still looks tense, so I step in. I gently pull him back and wrap my arms around him.
"It's okay. He apologized."
"Don't ever joke like that again, or I'll stab you," Seb warns.
Malakai nods, though the grin still lingers. I've got a feeling he's a troublemaker and slightly unhinged. Ryker, on the other hand, sits quietly, sipping his drink and observing like we're his evening entertainment. He's clearly the calm one in the group.
"Alright," Seb says, cheerful again. "We need drinks to welcome Daddy into the club!"
Almost on cue, the bartender appears with cocktails. I decide not to question it.
On purpose, I sit beside Malakai, with my boy on my other side. I don't want any other Daddies near him, friends or not. I've never been this possessive, but with Sebastian, I can't help it.
"So," I ask, "why do you keep saying the club? I'm the manager here, remember?"
Ryker chuckles. Malakai pins me with an excited, crazed look. And my boy bites his lip nervously.
"I mean the assassin club," my boy blurts.
"The what?"
"We're assassins. All three of us," Ryker says.
"Okay… I didn't expect that."
"That's all you've got to say?" Malakai sounds almost disappointed.
"How was I supposed to react?"
I already knew my Seb is an assassin, and he did mention he's part of an assassin club. Though we didn't discuss what that entails.
"Don't pay him any attention, Daddy. Also, I don't like this."
My boy crosses his hands and pouts.
"What don't you like?"
"Sitting here!" he whines.
It takes me a second to realize what's wrong, then I chuckle, haul him onto my lap, and settle him there. He wraps his hands around my shoulders, smiling as he kisses my cheek.
"That's better."
"It is," I agree.
I turn back to the guys and joke, "So now that I'm in your assassin club, does this mean I need some sort of initiation?"
They exchange a look. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have asked that.
"Nah," Ryker says at last. "You're with Seb, so you're automatically in. Besides, you've met his father and you survived, so all's good."
"How do you know I've met his father?"
"We know a lot of things." Malakai smiles.
"Wait," I ask Sebastian, "is your father part of the assassin club too?"
"He is. We're six in total. Malakai, Ryker, me, my father, my dad's brother, and their best friend. Oh, and Ryker and Malakai are my uncle's sons, so they're my cousins."
He should've started with that. I wouldn't have been worried about them then.
I kiss my boy as a thank-you for letting me into this part of his world. Then we spend the rest of the night talking and getting to know each other.
I've got a feeling we'll spend a lot more time together, and I like that idea.
My boy feels free around these people. He can be fully himself, and that's what matters most.