Chapter Eleven
Wyatt
Before I took off, I heard Lester’s wife pleading upstairs. He was going insane to get to her, it was quite amusing. But, when I tie something up, it won’t get away unless I want it to. Something I learned just for my Little Dove. She’ll also know what it feels like to be tied up, and powerless, thinking about it makes my cock grow painfully hard against my jeans. When I left, I heard the wife’s screams cut off. Stuart started laughing, praising her for how well she sucks his cock.
After I delivered the trash, I went home to catch some sleep. Since I am now the owner of that piece of shit club, I better make it worth my while. Some renovations and changes to the staff are coming. I’m going to put a basement in, so in case something goes south, we will have somewhere to handle business.
My phone rings waking me up. “What?”
“Well done. I must say, you impress me more and more each day,” Stuart raves.
“I learned from the best.” He laughs.
“There is some paperwork that needs to be done for legal purposes for the club. I need you to get down there and handle it. Tomorrow is collection day, and I hear there is a new business in town, you need to handle that.” He hung up before I could respond.
I stand up to go take a piss when I see the time. I look outside and it’s pitch black.
Fuck.
It’s almost nine, and the club opens soon. Grabbing a suit, I throw it on quickly. I snatch my keys and wallet off the dresser and take my jacket off the rack. As I go to put my wallet in my pocket, I feel something soft. Reaching in, I smile as my fingers wrap around her panties. I pull them out and sniff them, groaning at the memory of how wet her cunt was for me this morning. With a final glance, I place them on the table near the door.
Pulling up to the club, I park behind the building where the line to get in ends. As I reach for the door handle, I spot none other than my Little Dove and her friend joining the queue. My hands grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. I scan her outfit—or the lack of it—and growl. I didn’t think she would leave the house after what happened last night, but here she is, dressed like she's ready to get fucking laid. I pick up my phone, and it rings once before, Ben, our bouncer answers. “Boss?”
“There are two girls in the back, one in a black dress and the other in a blue mini dress. Let them into the club. If you see these girls in the future, always let them in.” Ending the call, I sit back and wait for him to bring them inside. Blair glances over her shoulder, directly at me. Curiosity peaks as she searches for something she won't find. She can't see me from where I am, which is exactly how I like it. Always in the shadows until I decide to show myself. And if she thinks she's fucking bringing home a guy tonight, she’s sadly mistaken.
She lingers for a few seconds before heading to the front. Stepping out of my car, I stride to the side door of Tiger and slam it shut behind me. I head straight to the stairs leading to the top, where I can watch her. “Hey, some papers in the office whenever you’re ready,” Kade says.
He follows my line of sight and chuckles. “The girl from the other night, she really has you in a hold, huh?” He pats my back and I turn my head towards him.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, she’s a beauty.” I grip the railing and he notices.
He takes a few steps to the side and clears his throat, “I won’t touch her,” he says, knowing exactly what is going through my mind.
He walks down the stairs and into the VIP room. I watch as Blair approaches the bar. The bartender makes eye contact with me for a split second before turning back to them. He hands them two strong drinks, which they quickly take. Elena downs hers immediately, while Blair tastes hers before following suit. She then leads Elena to the dance floor, and I navigate my way through the crowd. I have no idea how I'm going to get her out of here, but I fucking will. The crowd almost parts for me as I sit at a table a few feet away, watching her grind on her friend. Her ass sways to the music as she reaches out and flips Elena around. Blair laughs when she almost drops Elena, and they bump into two of my men “Whoa, you all right?” Leo asks them.
Elena grins and nods, while she pushes Blair into him.
“Oh, so sorry,” she says, feigning innocence.
Leo glances at me as I tilt my head. No words are needed; he senses the threat. I see his Adam's apple bob and he gives me a slight nod in understanding. “You ladies take care of yourselves,” he smiles, and they both turn to leave.
Blair takes a deep breath and does something bold, she grabs Leo’s hand. My eyes narrow at the interaction. Leo turns back around, and Blair leans up to whisper something in his ear. “I was actually just on my way out,” he says, attempting to leave. Even from where I sit, I can sense his body trembling with anxiety.
He values his life, good. He looks up at me and shakes his head.
"Dance with me, just one dance," her voice carries over, dripping with flirtation.
My heart races, the anger coursing through me like never before. I'm consumed by the urge to grab her by her fucking hair, haul her to my office, and make her beg me to come until morning. She'll plead for my mercy, and I'll relish in denying her every time.
I watch as she runs her hands over his chest, causing him to stiffen. He seems unsure of what to do next. As she leans in again, he glances at me for the third time, and I give him a slight nod. Clenching his jaw, he forces a smile when she pulls back. "Just one." She smirks, then turns around to find Elena already dancing with someone else. I text the bartender and tell him to keep making her strong drinks. He looks at me and nods. She is going to learn that I mean what I say.
Blair
The cute guy, Leo, whom Elena pushed me into, is going to grab me another drink. I’m drunk already, and I think it’s only been forty minutes. Elena has found an old fuck buddy of hers and is fully indulging in all things Franky.
Leo returns and offers me my drink, and I take it without hesitation. He doesn’t seem like he would drug me, but hell who knows? I have a stalker, my boss is dead because of me, and I am lying to my best friend. His drugging me is the least of my worries.
“You should slow down, those drinks are not to be taken lightly,” he whispers in my ear, and I laugh as I dance .
“Worried about me, are you?” I flirt and he smiles.
“What if I say, yes?” I turn my back towards him as a Slayer by Bryce Savage plays.
He momentarily pulls his hand away before placing it back on my waist. I grind my hips into his jeans, feeling him tense beneath my touch.
"You better stop playing with fire; you're going to get burned," he warns, but I just smirk in response. “Maybe I want to get burned,” I throw back.
His lips brush against my ear, and I feel his arm wrap tightly around me, pulling me fully against his chest. "Do you?" My head feels heavy; no doubt the drinks are finally hitting me. When I turn my head to the side to look up, I gasp at the sight of someone else behind me. A pair of blue eyes bore into mine. I attempt to move, but he tightens his hold on me.
“What the fuck!” Grabbing his arms, trying to get him off me.
His free hand gently lifts and tucks away the strands of hair that have fallen in front of my face, revealing my ear. As his lips trail along my neck, I feel the heat spreading through my body, my head spinning with intoxication.
"I assumed you were just throwing yourself at anyone who walked by. So, I thought I’d take advantage," he remarks.
"Let this be a lesson for you: don’t take drinks from men you don’t know," he advises, and my eyes widen in shock.
“What did he give me? Where is Leo?” I swallow hard, feeling the lump of saliva that has formed under my tongue.
“Leo is no longer available to you,” he says coolly. I dig my nails into his arm, but they only meet resistance from the fabric of his jacket, barely making a scratch, I'm sure.
“Who are you?” I manage, my voice trembles .
"I'm your worst nightmare," he breathes against my skin, and I gulp nervously as he trails kisses under my ear. A shiver runs down my spine, and I feel a rush of slickness building between my thighs.
What the hell is wrong with me? First, my stalker gets a reaction out of me, and now this guy? Am I really that fucked up? No, I’m sex deprived.
He swiftly turns me around, and I instinctively grab onto him to steady myself. My head is spinning, the effect of the drinks overwhelming, and my heels feel like too much for my current state. With a quick motion, I kick them off to the side, dropping six inches in height. His hand remains firmly wrapped around my waist. I slowly lift my gaze to meet his intense blue eyes, feeling as though they're delving into my soul. Unable to handle the intensity, I turn away.
He says nothing else before he turns and walks away. I look around for Leo again, but he’s gone. Elena comes up to me and throws her arm around my shoulder.
“I see Mr. Danger came to say hello,” she says, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. My head has stopped spinning; now I just feel hot and a little lightheaded.
I'm not about to admit that I let myself get tricked. Spotting that she's no longer with Franky, I realize she'll be sticking by my side all night. Taking a moment to steady myself, I finally turn to face her. “I need a fucking drink,” she smiles, and we go to the bar.
I feel like I do when I take Molly. My body tingles, I’m hot, and I am so fucking horny. I am pretty confident that is exactly what he gave me, and you know what? Fucking thanks, because I will be fucking someone tonight.
I spot a random guy on the floor and decide to dance with him. Elena is beside me, dancing with another girl. Feeling eyes on me once more, I already know who it is this time. I open my eyes and slowly scan the room until I lock gazes with a pair of intense blue eyes glaring at me. I give him a small wave before turning my back on him. The music is phenomenal tonight, and I find myself dancing to almost every song.
I continue to taunt the man in the suit, relishing in the fact that I can make someone like him jealous, even for a second. I lean up and pull the man dancing with me down, kissing him. He pulls me closer, deepening the kiss, letting my tongue intertwine with his. Richy Rich tried to intimidate me by slipping something into my drink, but I refuse to be cowed so easily. I want him to understand that his plan has backfired and that I won't back down without a fight.
But I am afraid of my hooded stalker, so I decide not to sign someone’s death certificate by taking them home. Even if I wanted to bring him home- when I came back from the bathroom he was gone. I looked for a minute but then gave up. I downed another drink, not even tasting the alcohol anymore. Which means it’s time to freaking leave.
I grab Elena’s hand, and we make our way out the door. “Shit, I forgot my shoes,” I yell, over the music.
She looks down and starts laughing. “Where the hell did, they go?”
“They hurt,” I shrug, and she laughs more.
I go back into the club to see my shoes on the counter by the bar. I slowly make my way and sit on the stool. The movement of walking is becoming difficult. I need to get home. “Hey, thanks for keeping an eye on these for me,” I tell thank him.
“Not a problem, you enjoy your night,” I nod, grab my shoes off the counter, and make my way to the door.
When I come outside, the cool air feels so good on my overly hot body. I didn’t realize I was sweating until now. I spot Elena near a Lyft, sucking face. I make my way to her when she breaks away and smiles at me.
“Let's go,” she chirps, and climbs in giving him a perfect view of her ass. I’m going to have to burn that dress now.
I wait for him to climb in when I feel a body behind me. I turn around to meet a heated gaze. “Leaving so soon?”
My body shivers uncontrollably. "Yes," I manage to say, followed by an unexpected hiccup.
"Were you not having a good time trying to show off in front of me?" He steps closer, and I instinctively back up against the car.
I try to stop my body from trembling, but his presence makes it impossible. He leans in and cages me with his arms. I gasp, as his face comes closer to mine. I turn my head, afraid he’s trying to kiss me, and I don’t know if I can say no right now.
“I wasn’t showing off,” I hiccup.
“I thought I should tell you what I gave you.” His lips brush my ear, and I bite down on my lip to keep from moaning. That would be fucking embarrassing.
“It’s the highest dose of Molly, meant for someone my size or larger. So, I’m sure with someone as small as you, it’s hitting you pretty hard right about now.” I knew it, my breathing is heavy, and he has my head trapped to the side. He runs his lips over my ear and down my neck.
A drug-induced urge surges through me, my pussy throbbing with the desperate desire to grab this man and fuck him right there on the street. My momentary silence seems to amuse him, eliciting a chuckle from his lips. “You sure you don’t want to stay?” I feel his tongue glide across my ear, and I almost give in.
Shit. Shit. Shit .
I knew this was a bad idea, I should have stayed my ass home like I wanted. If I take this man home, he will be dead in the morning. “I can feel your pulse race. Do I make you nervous?” He kisses lower on my neck.
“N… No.” Fuck! So much for sounding calm.
I feel him smile against my skin. “I..,” I clear my throat, “I have to go,” I finally say.
His hand has dropped to my thigh, and as much as I want to take him up on his offer, I have a pink dildo that will do the job for now.
“What a shame,” he murmurs, pulling back.
He looks at me, and I try to remain calm- even though I think my heart may explode right now. “Bye,” I rush out, sitting ass-first into the car and slamming the door shut. If he doesn’t move his hands in time that’s his fault, not mine.
“GO!” I yell, and Elena jumps.
“What the hell B?” She exclaims, clearly pissed off I startled her.
"Sorry," I mutter quietly, watching as the car pulls away. He remains standing there, his gaze following me as I drive off into the distance.
I turn around when we are out of view of the club and try to calm my breathing. I’m hot, too fucking hot. I roll the window down and chug the water that the Lyft driver has. I lean against the seat, allowing the cool air to wash over me.
I’m shoved and I jump up screaming. “Jesus, Blair! Stop fucking doing that!” She screams at me.
I look around, and then back at my friend, and we both start laughing. Yeah, we are drunk.
“We are home,” she announces. I look over to see my house sitting right by my car door .
I get out and hand money to the Lyft driver. “No need, someone already paid for it.” I give him a tight smile and back away. Who the hell keeps paying for my shit?
“Thanks for the ride,” I hiccup.
Shutting the door, Elena and I grab onto each other as we make our way to the house. Her mystery man is a godsend right now. I think he is the only reason we aren’t on the ground yet.
Everything is moving. “Watch your steps, ladies.” we grip each other tighter- like that’s going to help- and try for a stair and miss.
I go down, bringing Elena with me, and we both laugh as we roll on our backs.
“James, would you be so kind, and open the door for us?” She asks as sweetly as she can. I’m sure she thinks she sounds flirty, but it really just comes out as jumbled, slurred words.
"James, huh?" I remark, and she grins.
“He’s my cousin,” she pauses for a moment, and I look at her stunned.
“Excuse me?” I ask baffled, and she chokes on her laugh.
“Cousin’s friend, my cousin's friend.” She places her hand over her heart and coughs a bit more.
I shake my head, and we both burst out in giggles. We somehow managed to get on our hands and knees and shimmy up each other, before James could make it back to us.
“My porch is moving,” I point, and she agrees.
James laughs and puts himself between us, he wraps his hands around our waists to help us up the stairs. We trip the entire way up, but he is a perfect gentleman and doesn’t laugh too hard. We finally make it inside, he helps me to the couch.
I lay down, and the coolness of the cushions feels good against my burning skin. “Elena, as much as I want to fuck you right now, I think I should go home,” he says from the kitchen.
I look over and see Elena on the chair next to me. She just nods, making him chuckle. “Here’s some water for the both of you. Do you want me to help you to the bedroom?” I raise my hand like I’m in school, and he comes over to help me up.
I sway when I stand, he swoops me up and I gasp, grabbing onto his neck. “I thought this would be easier and faster,” he says, and I point towards the door to my room.
He opens it and lays me on the bed. “Want me to open a window?” He walks over to it, and I sit straight up in my bed, the room spins.
“No!” I yell, and he turns to look at me as I fall to the floor with a loud bang.
“Ow!” I groan.
“Ok, Blair. All you have to do is say, no.” He shakes his head and helps me back up.
“Sorry, thank you for helping us.” He smiles at me. Or at least I think it’s a smile. I see two of him, so who actually knows?
“Get some rest, I’ll make sure she is taken care of before I leave. Do you have a spare key so I can lock the door?” I blink my eyes.
“Can’t you stay? Even if it’s just because we are drunk, and might need the help?” I ask.
“I’m not fucking her while she is like this,” I nod.
“Ok, that is not what I meant, but stay. You’ve been drinking too,” he thinks about it and then nods.
"She has a room here, right down the hall. It's not completely finished, but everything you need to sleep is in there," I mention, before rolling over .
I hear the door close, and footsteps walking towards the living room. “Come on, you, let's go to bed,” he says, and Elena groans loudly and they take off towards her room.
I don’t know what time it is when I roll over and grab the bottle of water on my nightstand. I open it and greedily chug its contents. I throw the empty bottle on the floor and roll on my back. I really need to pee.
I sit up slowly, my head hurts but the throbbing between my legs is causing me the most pain. Looking down, I see I’m still in my dress. I stand up slowly, trying to regain my balance. Stumbling to the bathroom, I finally make it. I step inside and shut the door. Making my way to the toilet, I sit down and kick my thong off in the corner somewhere. A nice cold shower would be fucking amazing right now.
I reach over and turn on the cold water. Slipping out of my dress, I kick it in the same direction as my thong. A cool breeze brushes across my bare skin, causing me to shiver as I notice the open window. My heart starts to pound as I cautiously approach it. As I reach up to slam it shut, my eyes land on a Dove chocolate lying on the ledge. My heart rate quickens, and I quickly scan the bathroom. "No," I whisper to myself.
I go to leave the door when suddenly, my head is yanked back by my hair. I cry out, but before I can yell for help, he shoves my panties into my mouth and tapes it. Silencing any hope of escape.
Why do I never turn on the lights when I enter a damn room?
He lets me go but has spun me around, so his body is blocking the door. His hood is pulled low on his face, and he smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne. I hear the door lock, and I turn to jump out the window when he grabs my very naked waist .
“Now, now. Be a good girl and stay still.” His voice is barely a whisper. It sends a wave of fear through me.
I kick my legs out to try to get free, but it’s useless. He takes me to the sink, and yanks my hair, forcing my head to look straight at the mirror.
“Look at how pretty you are, Little Dove.” I whimper, as tears blur my vision.
He shoves my face down on the counter, and I push up trying to catch him off guard, but he grabs my wrists and twists them behind my back. I scream, but the sound is barely a whisper.
I try to beg him to leave me alone, but he ignores me. He takes his belt off, loops my hands through, and pulls it tight. I arch my back from the pain. Tears are running down my face when he yanks my head up again and forces me to look at us. I feel his legs push mine open. I go to move, but he shoves my hips forward, and they painfully dig into the counter. “I gave you a warning, but you didn’t take it seriously. But you will, Little Dove. I don’t make threats I can’t keep. I watched you let another touch you more than once. I watched you kiss another man. I guess me killing your boss and bringing you his body parts wasn’t good enough. Maybe when I kill this one I’ll bring you with me so you can watch,” he whispers in my ear. I tremble at his threat. I shake my head, no, and he laughs.
“I know what the pill is that was slipped into your drink. It will make this so much more fun,” he taunts, “look at me,” he orders.
My body obeys before I can even think. My head is so foggy, and the room is spinning again. He pulls out a knife from his pocket, my eyes follow his hand and I gulp. I shake my head no, the best I can but he tightens his grip .
“Knife play scare you, Little Dove?” He rubs it on my neck and pauses right by my collarbone. I bite down on my panties to keep from crying out.
I breathe heavily through my nose, and tears are running down my face. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me. Don’t worry you’ll be doing a lot of that tonight.” My eyes go wide, and he nicks my skin, I pinch my eyes together at the sting.
A warm stream of bright red blood trails down my body. His hand tangles more in my hair and he yanks me up, my back now pushed into his chest. He watches it slowly trickle down and drip on my thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as I feel him move the knife downwards.
“I said look at me.” I open my eyes again, to stare at him through the mirror when he moves the knife over my hard nipples.
He pushes the tip in, and I cry out. Warm blood trails from my nipple to my navel. I push back to get away from it, but his body is stopping me. I start thrashing, trying to get him and the knife, away from me. He tightens his grip on my hair, and I stop moving. The sting makes fresh tears fall.
“Shh, you’ll wake up your friends. I would hate to have to do something you would regret.” Snot runs down my nose from crying, I inhale, and try to control myself.
He moves the knife slowly over my navel and moves down to my thighs. I tense up and he chuckles softly behind me.
“Bleeding for me is only half the punishment, Little Dove. And I will paint you in red if I want to. Spread your legs for me.” I shake my head, and he yanks it back so far, that I’m staring at the ceiling. I try to breathe, but this position makes it hard.
He runs the knife over my neck, he pushes in, but I don’t feel the warmness of my blood, yet. I’m crying, and he lets go of my head. “Remember that I asked you nicely.” I glare at him in the mirror. He has a mask on but I can’t tell what it is, because his hood covers most of it. I start shouting, cursing, and screaming at him but he just laughs. He reaches down and pulls out a bar. I stop talking instantly. I don’t even know where he was keeping it. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blindfold. “This is going to be fun, pet,” he chuckles behind me.