EIGHT
Nyx
"Well, what do you think?" Zilas asks, settling into one of the chairs the twins just occupied.
"What do you mean, what do I think? It's the same old shit.
I'm beginning to believe their old man is wearing off on them.
They keep stalling the removal of their drugs, and I'm not having it.
" I go to my minibar and pour me a few fingers of some Johnny Walker before taking my seat behind my desk again.
"That bit about your parents…" Adrik raises his brow.
"Is nothing that I didn't already know. That hotel fire was meant to kill my father and Jessica.
I was also supposed to be at that fundraiser, or have you forgotten?
" I don't mean to snap at my friends, but I'm tired of the runaround I keep getting from the twins.
"Had I not been selfish and stayed behind to fuck your little French fling with you, I'd be six feet under, too. "
Adrik chuckles. "Ah yes, sweet, sweet Claire."
Cray scoffs, "There was nothing sweet about that French whore."
A smile actually forms on my lips because Cray isn't wrong.
That bitch acted all sweet and innocent, then had the audacity to steal from Adrik and then try playing the victim.
Luckily, we have Amara, and she was all too happy to take care of her.
I still don't know what happened to the woman; this is the first time she's been brought up since that night.
"Can we get back to what's important?" Zilas sobers us all up.
I feel guilty because I know how much this topic means to him.
Hell, we had started trying to clean the streets of drugs long before the Feds came down on us, just before the fire that took my father and stepmother.
My friend had lost his younger brother to drugs a couple years ago, and we all vowed to get it off our streets and out of our town.
"The Kappels are dealing with the South Crew now. Did you know that?" Zilas asks as he looks at each of us.
"What the fuck? Do they have a death wish?" I ask incredulously. "Anybody who aligns themselves with the South Crew always winds up dead."
Zilas only shrugs. "Jax informed me of it before the meeting. He and Jarod aren't happy, but there isn't anything they can do about it now. Their father is in too deep already."
"Well, it looks like the twins may be taking over sooner than we thought,"Cray adds his two cents into the mix. "Their father won't last long being mixed up with them. We should seriously think about taking care of the Crew ourselves."
"They're not in Nyte; we have no jurisdiction regarding the South Crew,"I remind him.
"Maybe not, but the Kappels are in Nyte, one of the influential families in this town. Regardless of whether they're running drugs, we can't let the Heirs pay for their forefathers' mistakes. Like us, Jax and Jarod want a clean business—"
"There is nothing clean about the drug business,"Adrik snickers as he cuts Cray off.
"That's not what I'm saying, dickhead!"Cray grins.
"Okay, okay, I don't have time to watch the two of you go at it."I smirk and continue, saying, "I want you both keeping your eyes on that crew, and we will deal with them if need be."
"What do we do about the twins?"Zilas asks. "This is why I don't like to mix business with pleasure. I hate that I like them because I really despise what they do for work."
"Aren't they into firearms? I may know of a few people that could help them out—IF they decide to switch professions and move away from their father's drug running."I tap my finger on my desk as I think.
The only problem with trying to think about anything at the moment is that I still have my fucking stepsister on my mind. The way she smelled in the elevator and looked in that sinful dress… I need to stop buying such seductive clothing for her.
Seeing Jarod pull her onto his lap made me see red. I know I was an ass and made it sound like she was at fault, but I won't allow her to know my true feelings. Never again will I let her have that power over me. If I have to make her hate me, so be it.
"So, you're saying you want to stop them from selling drugs and help them expand their gun trade? Either way, people die,"Zilas states with disgust, making me roll my eyes.
"Do you honestly think that's what I would allow to happen? I'm talking about them being legit firearms dealers, and what are you talking about? You're packing as we speak!"
My friend thinks about this for a moment, then shrugs."It could work, I guess, but only if it's legit—and my shit is."
"We're trying to clean this town up, not substitute one illegal business for another,"I tell him. "Now, how about you all get the fuck out of my office. You all have your own offices to hang out in."
Adrik chuckles, "Oh, I'm leaving, but I'm heading down to look for my entertainment for the night."
He and Cray start for the door when I call out to them, "If you see Mara, tell her I want to see her."
"I'm sure that's not all you want,"Cray winks at me.
"Fuck you, Cray."
"Nah, you're not my type, bro."
Flipping him off, I turn my attention back to Zilas, who still sits in front of my desk, staring at me. "What?"
"Are you ever going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what?"
He rolls his eyes at me before replying, "About you and Raya."
"What about us?"I frown as I look at my computer screen, so I don't have to look at my friend.
"I saw the feed to the private elevator…" he trails off.
"I was only trying to teach her a lesson."
"Bullshit! You forget there is audio in that bitch. I heard everything, and I saw your reaction. She turned you down again, and that upset you."
"You don't know what you saw. That's not what that was."
Sighing, Zilas stands up. "We were there for you when it first happened, and we're here for you now, but something tells me that there's more to the story than we know."
"So, what are you saying?"I lean back in my chair and glare at my friend .
"All I'm saying is that maybe you should try to find out that story before you do something you can't take back."He turns and heads for the door, but stops midway and turns back. "Otherwise, take your revenge and take her as your wife."
He's gone before I can give him a piece of my mind. Take Saraya as my wife, my ass! How is that revenge? I will be giving her everything—my name, power, and money—and what will I get?
You will be getting what you've always wanted—her.
Pulling up the security video, I rewind it back to when Saraya first left my office. I'm still pissed that the twins have taken an interest in her, but there's nothing I can do about it now. I will just have to watch her closely whenever they're around.
A grin appears when the footage pops up, and I see my little lamb standing just outside the door.
I watch as her chest heaves up and down; what I wouldn't do to be able to shove my face between those beautiful globes.
Continuing to watch her movements, I notice her jump and look at my closed door before she takes off down the hall.
I fast forward and watch her every move as she returns to the hostess station.
Damn, she looks hot in that dress. Something stirs in my pants, and I say "fuck it"as I open them, reach in, and pull my throbbing cock out.
I begin stroking it slowly as I watch my little lamb move around seductively without her realizing she's doing it.
Keeping my eyes on the screen, I let my mind go back to the elevator when I was two seconds from taking her. In my new memory, that's just what I do. I slip her panties to the side while holding her leg at my hip, and I thrust into her.
"Fuck yes…Raya…” I groan as I pump even faster.
In the video footage, she bends over to pick up a slip of paper that fell to the floor; her ass showcases itself as though it knows I'm watching it. As soon as she stands up again, my thoughts return to the elevator, where I snake my hand up and decorate her neck with it.
Holding her pinned to the wall, I fuck her hard and deep as she grips the railing behind her. I make her look at me as I finally take what should have been mine over ten years ago. In my head, I can hear her crying out my name, "Nyx," and it only makes me more animalistic .
Suddenly, I feel my balls pulling up, and I know it's going to be a good release. I stroke my hand faster and look down, picturing my hand as Saraya's sweet cunt while I fucking own it. She comes for me—and I explode.
I let my head fall back and close my eyes, panting while my hand is still wrapped around my cock. My breathing is heavy as I try to control it enough to move. I'm too wiped at the moment.
A slow clap sounds through my office, making my eyes snap open. Amara grins from ear to ear, pushing away from the door and making her way to me leisurely. She doesn't say anything yet, but the wicked smile pasted on her lips tells me she has a lot to say.
Leaning forward to grab some tissue from the box on my desk, I scowl at my friend. "What the fuck do you want, Mara?"
Lifting her brow at me in amusement, she perches her ass on the corner of my desk and glances down as I finish cleaning up. "Cray informed me that you wanted me to come to your office. I came as fast as I could, but apparently—you came faster."
I scoff. "I didn't call you to my office so you could get me off…"
"No? Pray tell, if it wasn't the thought of you fucking my tight ass that got you off, then what was it?"
I'm just about ready to tell her to mind her own fucking business when I see her eyes land on the security footage. She glances back down as I tuck myself away, and then her eyes meet mine, and all amusement is gone.
"Are you fucking serious right now? She broke your fucking heart, Nyx!"
I slam my finger on the button that turns the footage off and then lean back in my chair to study Mara.
She's always been protective of us but never stuck her nose into our business regarding women.
She knows that women have only been a warm pussy for me to stick my dick in.
This is a side that I'm not used to seeing.
"You're fucking jealous…"
"The fuck I am, Nyx."
"You are. The only question is—why?"
"I'm not fucking jealous, asshole, but do you really want to know what I am? I'm fucking livid. I'm livid at her, and now, I'm livid at you!"
Smirking, I swivel in my chair so I can face her completely and open my arms for her. When she doesn't come to me right away, I lift my eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes before huffing and coming over to curl up in my lap. I wrap my arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
"What's got your panties in such a bunch, little Mara?"
"I'm not wearing any panties…"
I chortle at her remark as she rests her head against my chest, as she usually does when we haveourlittle heart-to-hearts.
Amara takes on so much to prove herself to us that I make her take a few minutes every once in a while to stop acting like her badass self.
This woman has seen and done a lot of fucked up shit in her life; she's earned her freedom from the chains our forefathers put around her family name.
Generations of Nichols have paid their dues to the Gods of Nyte's Hall and it's about time it ends. The others and I have tried to tell her she is free, but she's loyal to a fault and remains with us. We are family, and it seems we will stay together no matter what.
"The guys think I should take my revenge and marry her ."I don't have to say anything else to Mara.
"You won't be happy."
"I won't be happy regardless."
Our little devil pushes away from my chest and stares at me, searching for something within the depths of my stone-cold eyes. Her demeanor changes, and she visibly relaxes.
"I will end her if she hurts you again."
"She won't. I won't allow it. Besides, I haven't said I will do it."
"You will."
"How do you know?"
Amara's petite shoulders rise as she shrugs and says, "Because you still love her."