Chapter 43
Poison
Behind that black door, blood
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W e arrive in front of the casino, two trucks deep. To get in, it borders off with the rest of the road. Stones and letters appear at the entrance of Casino La Vay. The casino is heightened by large structure and high pillars. White strobe lights arrange the bottom and top, narrowing in on the pathway to financial destruction.
Mal trails behind us with Jax in her truck. I ride past the entryway where people are dressed in their finest attire and stroll side by side with their friends or their significant others.
The gun clicks in the passenger seat. I glance over to Anita in her all-black combat outfit. She lifts her submachine gun, checking the ammo. Her hair is tied up in a slick ponytail, and there’s not a strand out of place—even from when my fingers were deep in it earlier. Her curly bun tucked in a braid wrapped around the band. I get a perfect view of her slim neck that lines to her jaw. The parts I love kissing and biting while I’m fucking her.
My cock twitches with excitement. Not now, stay down. It’s not like I didn’t have her before we left. As she was zipping up her bulletproof vest in the room, she looked so damn sexy that I had to sink myself into her. I bent her over the couch as she was walking out and ravaged her. It was so euphoric, my body nearly convulsed from the release and from her sweet cries.
The smell of roses and vanilla swarm in my nose makes it harder. “Do you have to smell so good?”
It’s a stupid question, but I can’t think at the moment. I look back straight., heading under to drive into the garage. It has three levels, so I decided on the very top.
“Would you rather I smell like trash?” she says, amusement clear on her tongue.
I smirk while parking the car. “Fuck no.” I park the truck at the far end, ducked in between the edge and another vehicle. “Then again, maybe you should, so my dick doesn’t have to get hard every chance when I’m around you.”
Anita chuckles, running her hands smooth across her ponytail. “That sounds like a medical issue. You should get that checked.” She laughs harder now, unbuckling her seat belt.
I chuckle with her, my heart doing jumping jacks and horrendous palpitations from the harmonic sound spilling from her mouth. “Maybe you can check it for me.” I dim my voice, leaning over to her side.
A grin forms her lips, meeting me half in the middle. “I think I already did earlier, sir. And from my diagnosis.” She pretends her hand is a note. “Your cock is perfectly fine. And I mean perfectly fine,” she adds a purr as she says it.
I reach over, grasping her nape with a tug closer to me. I tilt my head, pressing my lips to hers. Heat floods over—this vest isn’t helping.
“Let’s go.” I plant one last kiss on her lips before getting out.
Anita meets me around the back, fixing her dagger holster with one hand. Mal and Jax come up from the other end; Jax looks the least bit nervous, like he expects to die here.
Even more of a reason to make sure he lives, but I can’t care more about his life than he does. “In and out,” I say, strapping my Velcro.
“Victor says he keeps a list of names in a book. Is that something you still want to look for?” Bringing up his daughter is like digging your nail into a fresh cut. The wound doesn’t heal right away; it takes its time, gradually replacing the red blood cells to set the foundation. With him, it just continuously scraps at it until there’s nothing but dripping blood and bone.
He winces, his jaw tightening, and the grip around his gun tightening enough to dent it.
“It’s your call. Just say the word,” Mal says reassuringly, the wind blowing in her loose wavy hair.
“Yes, we’ll get that book if it’s here,” Anita adds in with sincerity in her voice. We don’t know him very well, but he’s earned my respect.
He nods stoically. “If it's here, fine. But I won’t go through hell trying to search for it. It’s already too much.” He stops, letting out a deep sigh.
Pain .
He didn’t need to finish for me to understand. “We get it.” I look around, checking everyone. “Alright, we don't know this layout. We may be going in blind, but my best bet is we follow the signs. What are they?”
“Anyone with all black that looks fishy,” Mal says.
“Sometimes it’s not always black,” Jax adds in.
“True, but black is easier to decipher, to stand out from the rest,” I say, adjusting my gun.
“Back halls,” Jax says.
“Someone going through a back door. Symbols,” Mal quips.
“Yes.” Anita snaps her fingers, pointing at Mal. “Look for someone wearing the pendant,” Anita counters, nodding slowly. “We know this is a cult meeting, so whoever is involved with this person will most certainly have the pendant on them.”
I nod in pride. “There we go. Are we ready then?” I scope out everyone, making sure nothing is off or out of place. They’re doing this for a cause and not only for my revenge but to get rid of a monster who must be stopped. They need to be stopped .
Mal grins, her expression turning to a chilling smile that she does when she’s ready to go off.
Anita hoods her gaze at Mal. “Go ahead, say it.”
“I was born ready.” Mal sticks out her tongue like a rock star raising her gun.
I shake my head, despite the smile forming my lips. I start the walk to the back entrance of the garage. “And let’s not get killed, alright.” I look over my shoulder, directing that to Jax.
We continue through the door, diligent enough to ensure no civilians spot us—four people in all black with machine guns. And I’m sure they already spotted us in the cameras; I don’t give a fuck. Everyone in there is dying, end of story.
Once we go through the downstairs level, across the walkway, pass the parked cars, there’s an entry area. One is an elevator and then a door that seems to lead to another area of the building. We don’t move from the spot until the coast is clear.
Then luck being on our side, a man, and woman in all black walks to the door. A silver mask shields their faces, while both wearing tuxedos with a gun strapped to their waist. And from my view, something shiny glistens on their pocket square.
“Looks like we’re in,” Anita coaxes beside me, glancing catching it, too. I take a look down at her, and she gives a devious smirk back to me.
“You want to do the honors?” I grin devilishly. I could do it with a bullet to the head, but it’ll be much sexier watching her get savage, all grim and shit. It’s a sight to admire, a privilege. And when the night is over, I’ll wash every drop of blood from her succulent body, shedding away the night's dirt and filth.
She hands me her weapon. “It’ll be my pleasure.”
“Oh, I’m definitely getting in on it,” Mal whispers mischievously, looking over Anita’s shoulder.
Anita pulls out her blade, not wasting any time; Mal follows along silently, their steps so quiet you would think they were mice.
“I know it’s not my place.” Jax’s voice filters into my thoughts. It almost pissed me off.
“What?” My head tilts slowly toward Jax to hear him, hoping to not miss anything.
“You don’t get worried they may get hurt?”
“They can handle themselves.” Responding confidently, my gaze flicks back at the snake dripping in her venom. She could do that before I came back in the picture.
I watch in awe as my little serpent slithers her way behind the man before curving her arm over his neck and slicing it. Mal shoots the lady before she gets the advantage on her. Mal snatches something from the man’s pants and puts it at the door that requires a coded entrance. I look at Jax with a raised brow and smirk.
“Humph.” Jax holds his gun to his chest with an unquestionable look.
We head to the girls as Anita holds the door open. As soon as we all walk through, there is a long black hall with two cut-off halls going into either direction. Like a crossroads.
And the sickest shit on the walls that makes me want to scorch every picture to the ground.
What the fuck?