SEVENTEEN
Nyx
I'm walking around with a constant hard-on of my own making. I knew Raya would look killer in that fucking dress, but I wasn't counting on just how fucking sexy it would be. I'm second-guessing having her in the room while we talk shop with the Kappels.
I was more concerned with Raya being out on the floor when they arrived that I hadn't thought about what they would be ogling while she was in the room with us.
She's an intelligent girl, and hopefully, she will heed my warning and stay by my side.
Otherwise, Cale will be right outside the door, and I will have him take her to my private room here at the club if need be.
She may not like that so much. Bad things happen to naughty girls who get taken to my private room here.
I'm not going to lie; walking through the club with Raya on my arm feels right.
I can feel the anger I have toward her slowly dissipating, but my lack of trust in her is still holding on strong.
I'm still determining how this will work without the trust, but I have to at least try.
I'll still make her pay to an extent; after all, she did me so dirty and needs to answer for her actions, but I'll make sure she gets pleasure from doing so.
I won't be a complete dick, but she will be mine to do with as I please.
Call me what you will, but even though Raya will make up for her betrayal, I will make it worth her while at the same time.
After all, I am a lover when it comes to women.
I may want to conquer them, but it's always in a good way.
I'm just not sure if my little lamb is ready for what I have in store for her.
Passing the bar, I nod at Rigger, indicating that he should send my usual to my booth. He looks at Raya, smiling, as he holds up a bottle of the bubbly, but I shake my head. My little lamb will drink what I drink. I have a feeling that she would prefer it over the girlie shit.
"Are we not going to your office?" Raya looks around nervously.
"We will, but for now, I want to enjoy the Shibari performance that will be on stage soon," I tell her. Then I lean close to her ear and ask, "Have you ever been tied up, little lamb?"
I hear her little intake of breath, but she gives me the cutest little glare. "Does being handcuffed while your ex-husband takes what he wants from you count?"
The grin that I'm wearing at making her uncomfortable drops. Suddenly, I want to bring that fucker back to life so I can kill him all over again. Placing my hand around her waist as we walk, I pull her into me more.
"Nothing that motherfucker ever did to you will ever be anything like what I have planned for you. I promise you will love every fucking thing I do to you even while you're hating me."
She gives me a big fake smile, remembering to play her role, as she asks, "Who says I hate you, baby ?"
I bite back my grin. "The looks you give me can cut through bulletproof glass. You would rather murder me in my sleep than be here with me right now."
"Hm, that does sound tempting, but fortunately for you, I'm really trying not to turn into a serial killer. I mean—I've already killed two people."
I know I'm an ass for making her believe she killed Ken, but I'm not ready to give up my fun with her just yet.
It's all I've got, keeping her under my roof at the moment.
Until I'm ready to forgive her enough for what she did to me, I'll let her keep believing what she does.
Besides, someone out there wants to see her pay for Ken's disappearance.
I'll be damned if I let them get to her.
We reach our booth, or alcove, as some would call it, and I pull a chair out for her to sit before I take the one closest to the entrance. Hillary, one of the waitresses, brings us a bottle of Johnny Walker and pours a few fingers into a glass for me before doing the same for Raya.
"In the future, please serve Saraya first."I'm not an ass about it; it's just a little reminder.
"Yes, Mr. Beckam. I'm sorry."
Hillary scuttles away, and I feel my little lamb's heated stare.
"What?"
"Why would you say that to her?"
I lift my glass to my lips and savor the smoothness of the liquid as it slides down my throat before answering Raya. "Because they should always pour the woman's drink first. It's what they are taught, or have you forgotten that tidbit from the one day you waitressed?"
Rolling her eyes, she doesn't answer me but brings her glass to her lips. I watch her take a sip, and it's just as I thought; her eyes light up as soon as the whiskey hits her throat. She's my little whiskey girl—I knew it.
When I said I wanted her to play the doting girlfriend, I didn't think she would follow through with it.
Since we've been sitting here, in my semi-hidden alcove, she's done just that, even when nobody has their eyes on us.
Her body is pressed into my side while her right elbow rests on the back of my chair.
Her fingers twirl in the hair that has grown just a little too long down the back of my neck.
I've placed my hand on her bared left knee thanks to the slit, and it's remained there this whole time. I can feel every time the performers do something that turns Raya on because her thighs squeeze together. I finally allow my hand to slide up her silky thigh until my thumb grazes her panties. Her intake of breath tells me that she’s fully aware of my hand being so close to her heat.
I turn my head, so I can see her reaction, and find her eyes closed as she bites her lower lip.
I slip my thumb into her panties and caress the bare skin underneath.
I want nothing more than to thrust my digit into her and finger fuck her right here until she comes all over it.
I’m salivating just thinking about tasting her arousal.
When I circle her clit with the pad of my thumb, she reaches up with her other hand and fists the lapel on my suit jacket as her forehead presses against my shoulder.
To anybody who would walk up to our table, they'd think that we really do like each other.
I'm curious what Saraya’s game is. I know what mine is, but for Raya to be acting this way, she's got to be cooking something up.
I'll figure it out, but in the meantime, I have other pressing matters.
The four men coming our way, led by Hillary, have reminded me of just that.
Reluctantly, I pull my thumb from her panties.
"Showtime, little lamb. "
"Oh? I thought I was playing my part this whole time."She tries to hide the slight lift to her lips, but I catch a glimpse of it before it disappears.
Just to be an asshole, I pretend to scoff, then say, "Try harder."
The little siren pulls on the hair at my nape. "Oops, my bad."
Knowing the Kappels have a clear visual of us, I smirk at Raya. "Paybacks are a bitch,"I say in a low gravelly voice before I grip the back of her neck and pull her in for a brutal kiss.
I only stop once I feel her melt into it, and when I look at her, her lips are swollen, and she's got a slight glaze in her eyes. If I were to feel between her legs, I bet she'd be soaked. She can lie all she wants, but I affect her just as much as she affects me.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"Jarod's amused voice reaches us.
"Fuck you, Jar."I keep my tone tight but still a bit playful.
I do like the guy; I just don't like them running their business in our town.
The twins have told us before that they would take care of it if they were in charge.
Unfortunately, Kappel senior has an issue with retiring.
My father, along with the other Heirs' fathers, really didn't have a choice.
It was either step down or go to prison for the rest of their lives.
"Nyx…"
"Clyde…"I respond to the elder Kappel.
"Had I known we would be entertained by a beautiful woman; we would have been here sooner."Clyde Kappel, head of the Kappel drug family, lifts Raya's hand and kisses the top of it.
A growl-like sound erupts from my mouth, "Watch yourself, Kappel. I don't share this one."
The older man smirks before sitting while his brother and two sons remain standing.
I reclaim Raya's hand and rest it on my thigh, surprised she doesn't try to move it.
I can tell my little lamb is a bit nervous; Kappel is a big and intimidating man, so I keep my hand over hers as I pour another few fingers of whiskey into her glass.
"You don't have to worry about us with Saraya,"Clyde states, shocking me that he knew her name when I haven't mentioned it.
I don't think I mentioned it the first time the twins met her, either. A strange feeling comes over me, and I look past the twins, making eye contact with Cale. This one little gesture tells him to stay alert.
"You're early,"I say when I meet Clyde's dark eyes. "I wasn't expecting you for at least another thirty minutes. "
The man shrugs. "I thought I'd come early and have my pick for the night. Something tells me I will need to relieve some stress by the time we are done talking."
"I don't mean for that to be the case, but we have a lot to talk about, and I've heard disturbing rumors that I would like to clear up. So, if you're ready, we can head to my office now."I tell him, not giving a fuck about his stress level.
"Sounds like a plan,"the older Kappel states and stands up again. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. McNally ."
"It'sMs. Abbott, and she's coming with us,"I sneer at how he calls her by her married name.
"You mean to tell me that the great Nyx Beckam is going to allow a female in one of his meetings?"Clyde'slaugh is boisterous but stops short when he hears my next statement.
"Not just any female—my fiancée and future Mrs. Beckam. "
I feel sharp nails sink into my hard thigh, but I don't pay them much attention. I wouldn't have said what I said, but something isn't sitting right with me. Clyde Kappel knows exactly who Raya is.
"I am not my fucking father. I want these streets cleared of drugs. I can't stop people from doing them, but I'll be damned if I allow them to buy them in our fucking town!"
Raya stands behind my chair, her hand on my shoulder, squeezing and rubbing the tension from them whenever they tighten. I doubt she realizes she's doing it, but it's helped keep me more grounded.
"Not one, not two, but three fucking underage teenagers overdosed last month alone, Kappel! They were your drugs mixed with some other kind of shit. Who do you have selling your product on our streets?"
Clyde makes a face.
"Impossible, my product is clean—"
"No fucking drug is clean!"I interrupt him, slamming my fist on my desk.
Zilas sits in a chair not too far away with a pissed-off look. He is most likely thinking about his younger brother's life, which was taken too soon as well. I don't blame him one bit. I remember Zeke being a carefree kid who always had a smile on his face; everyone loved him .
"I will talk to Pike and make sure he isn't adding anything to it."Clyde sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"I don't think you understand what I'm saying, Kappel. There is no need to talk to whatever the fuck his name is because you're getting your shit out of this town. Go sell it in Vayle—I don't give a fuck. As long as it doesn't cross our border again."
I'mtwo seconds from getting up and strangling Kappel senior when my office door opens, and in strolls Amara, grinning from ear to ear.
She's got blood splatters on her face and dried blood stains her hands.
She blows Clyde's brother a kiss, making his eyes widen at the sight of our little assassin walking through the door.
Amara's been busy working on getting some asshole to talk about the topic at hand.
We've been investigating the deaths of the three young teenagers, and the guy who is currently in the Hospital Ward room at the moment has been seen selling to high schoolers.
He's not the one who sold the bad shit, but he knows who did.
"Have I missed the good stuff?"Our little devil asks, stopping beside Clyde's chair.
The twins are sitting on the couch, amusement dancing on their face as they enjoy the little show.
They'veboth had Mara multiple times and are far from scared of her, but what they don't know is that she would slice their necks wide open right after she makes them come and then laugh about it. Our girl is completely unhinged.
"There is no need to bring her into it,"the older Kappel states.
I smirk.
"Awe, do you not want to play?"Mara runs her blood-encrusted finger across his shoulder, messing with him.
"Mara, play nice. We are only talking at the moment,"I say to her, keeping my eyes on Clyde.
Our little devil sticks her bottom lip out and walks around my desk to stand beside me. I hear movement on my other side, where Raya stands, and when Amara tries caressing my cheek, a delicate hand snakes out and grips Mara's wrist.
I snap my head toward Raya, and the look I see her giving her ex-best friend makes me grin. My cock stirs at the profound jealousy I see etched in her features.
"Touch him and see what happens. "
Those words coming from my little lamb's mouth have me shouting at everyone to leave my office. "Get the fuck out—now!"
"We aren't finished—"Clyde's brother gets cut off when I glare at him.
I bring my eyes back to Raya and order, "Let her go."
My voice is calm but has an edge to it. After hesitating briefly, Raya flings Mara's hand away. The reaction only makes our little devil snicker, but she backs away before turning and skipping from the room.
"Nyx…"
"Go,"I tell Zilas when he stops before my desk.
Everyone else is heading for the door, but he looks at Raya with concern in his eyes. I don't understand what it is with my friends coming to her aid when they think I may do something to her.
"Let's just calm—"
Cutting him off as I take Raya's wrist in my hand, I snarl at my friend, "I'm about to do just that, but you need to get the fuck out of my office now!"
Zilas looks between Raya and me, and he grins. "Aye, aye, Captain."
As soon as the door closes, shutting the two of us inside my office, my little lamb tries pulling away from me. "Why did you send them away? Just because I don't want your whore touching you when we are supposed to be playing at being engaged?"
I grin. "Jealousy looks fucking gorgeous on you."
"Fuck you, Nyx…"
"Oh, you're about to."I grin wickedly. "I just didn't think you wanted an audience again when I fuck you bent over my desk this time."