Chapter 12 FINN
FINN
You missed a spot.
No, on the right.
I grinned as the two helped me catch the stray hair and tuck it back into my slicked style, my gold-colored eyes finally part of the show.
After a quick shower and finding clothes that didn’t suck—Killian’s taste in fashion left much to be desired—I found myself enjoying the darker corners of Bondage Palace as I waited for Nyla to show up.
An hour and a half later, sweaty and ready for the best part of my night to start, I had wandered into the bathroom to freshen up, Dark and Daemon at the ready.
Killian was still perched against the wall, staring at me with that godawful smirk plastered on his face. He knew something. He wouldn’t tell me what it was but there was a secret he was hiding from me, which was why I added a fucking tally to the board while keeping his gaze.
Whatever makes you happy, Finn.
I shook off the eerie feeling that came with his words and stared in the mirror, touching up my hair so that it would be perfect for these next moments.
I wasn’t vain, per se, but it had been so fucking long since I had stared at me.
Finn. The dominant personality. I took one last look in the glass, smiling at my reflection, the bling adorning my ears, brow, nose, and lips shining back at me like a ‘fuck you’ to my father.
I was hot shit and I knew it.
I rushed back to the counter, grinning like a madman as the sight of Nyla in a tight black wrap-around met my eyes.
The cloth accentuated her curves, ones I was hoping to explore at some point later.
She shifted uncomfortably on the bar stool as our eyes met, knowing full well she didn’t trust me—thanks to Daemon—but we were going to start over.
I knew she hadn’t meant it, the whole ‘betrayal thing’.
She was just trying to move up in the world.
If she had asked me—Finn—I would have helped her. Maybe.
Slipping onto the stool beside her, I signaled the bartender for a round of shots. Nyla squeaked at the gesture, wringing her hands in her lap as her eyes grew to the size of saucers. Tonight was about rebuilding old bridges and starting fresh. “Why are we here, Killian?”
I barked out a laugh, downing the first tequila shot.
God, that burns so fucking good. “It’s Finn when we’re not at work.
” She didn’t respond, waiting for me to give her an explanation.
“God, Killian is such a… Truthfully? I think we need to start over. We both had our own agendas but now that it’s out there?
” She nodded timidly but still didn’t speak as we both took another shot.
She grimaced at the taste, making me grin.
The chaos that was this grimy place made my dick wet.
Dark and Daemon talked about how much they loved this place, but it was because of me.
Places like this were where I thrived. A different bartender slid us four more shots when I signaled for another round, his brows furrowing in confusion.
“Changing up the scenery?” He placed a bowl of pretzels in between us.
That’s the one that’s seen us with Slash and Samael.
What was his name again?
So… he knows us? Fuck.
Seeing people I knew could ruin plan A. I’d have to suck it up and plow through as I downed another shot.
Lights danced around us as I began bobbing my head to the beat, Nyla swiping another shot as well.
The alcohol was already winding me up, my dick thickening between my legs at the thought of how I wanted tonight to turn out.
Nyla just stared at me, shifting again so that I had a direct line of sight to her rose lace panties. God, can’t fucking wait to take those off… Now that I thought about it, her wrap dress didn’t allow for a bra, which meant if I focused hard enough…
“You’re very different from the others.”
I jerked my attention back to her face, a sly grin sliding onto my face. “I should hope so. They’re a bit of a snooze.” Her head tilted, studying me as another shot passed through those rose-tinted lips. The liquid courage was going to help both of us complete tonight’s plan.
I stuck my hand out, letting my mask drop so that she could see the monster beneath the veil.
Her body trembled as our gazes locked, my expression darkening without much effort.
This hadn’t been the plan but the alcohol was relaxing my shields.
“Killian’s the aspiring crime journalist. I’m just Finn and I’m here to have a good time. ”
Nyla glared at my outstretched hand before nodding and sporting a drunken smile of her own. “Nyla, aspiring gossip column writer. How about a few more shots?”
Does she even know what she’s getting into?
Do we?
I cackled in my head, the sound bouncing off the drab room I had locked them all in. No one was ready for what we were about to get into. And it was fifteen minutes to 8.