TWENTY-FOUR
Saraya
I've been keeping my distance from Nyx for the past week.
I don't know what to think of his attitude toward me now; it's like constant whiplash being around him.
I'm not sure if his injury is factoring into his mood swings, but one minute, he's sweet and playful, and the next, he is angry and domineering.
Okay, maybe more frustrated than angry, but it comes off the same where Nyx is concerned.
He's pissed that I still haven't given him my answer about marrying him. He thinks that I should just fall at his feet and worship him just because he's apologized for what happened and his role in it all these years.
Don't get me wrong, my stepbrother is hot as hell and can fuck, but I will not worship at his feet. We still have a lot to discuss about where to go from here, and quite frankly, I'm not ready to forgive him just yet. I'd like to see the lengths he will go to redeem himself.
I'm supposed to be trying to pick an outfit for work tonight.
I refuse to keep wearing the clothing Nyx keeps having made for me, because I don't want to lead him on.
For some odd reason, Amara decided to go back to my house and grab all my clothes.
Unfortunately, I don't really have the type of clothing that is suitable for Club Unholy.
Between being lost in thought, thinking about Nyx, and trying to find something salvageable that I can throw together to wear, I don't hear anyone come into my room.
"Boo! "
I jump, grabbing my chest as I spin away from my closet. My heart is now racing from this little scare, and I glare at the petite woman before me with a wicked smirk on her face.
"Goddamn it, Mara! What the hell?"
"Oops, my bad." She chuckles. "I didn't mean to scare you."
I give her a skeptical look before turning back to my closet. "What do you want?"
"Is that any way to talk to your BFF?"
I turn around and cross my arms, scoffing, "BFF? Really?"
I'm trying to figure out what she's about, why she's been nice, when it hits me— she knows . If she knows, then they all know, but since she's the only one who's been a bitch to me, unlike the others; I never caught on. Now, it's starting to make sense.
Amara shrugs. "The past is the past, right? Every day is a fresh start…"
"You're sounding like a church-going, goody two shoes, Mara. It's very off-putting and doesn't suit you at all."
"Oh, thank fuck! I didn't know how long I could act like that for." She steps up to me and slips her hand around my waist.
All I do is lift my brow.
"So, we can let bygones be bygones, right?" Mara asks before biting her lip.
"You're still not getting any from me, Mara. I don't swing that way." I step back and out of her reach, and she lets me.
"Well, you're no fun. I can always make you let me; you know." Her threats go in one ear and out the other.
I know she would never intentionally hurt me because then it would piss Nyx off, and I'm still trying to figure out whether she truly loves him as just a friend or romantically as well.
Of course, Nyx says they're only friends, but I've seen some of the looks she gives him when she thinks nobody is looking.
"You should try joining me and Nyx sometime, Raya. I bet you would enjoy it." Amara just never stops; it's amusing sometimes.
"I think that may be a bit difficult when Nyx has already said the two of you were done."
Trying to keep my reaction at a certain level so she doesn't see just how disturbed I am that they have fucked in the past is hard, but I think I do a decent job of it.
Mara and I can never get our friendship back, even if she were to beg for forgiveness on her knees.
Her fucking the love of my life is why our friendship can never be the same.
I'm still not sure I can get back with Nyx because of this little issue, either. However, I know that with Nyx, there were no other feelings but friendship, and just the need for a good fuck is why he did it. I feel that Amara, on the other hand, has deeper feelings on the matter.
She's quick as she rushes me, slamming me against the wall. With her hand on my throat, holding me in place, her other hand cups my sex through the jeans I'm wearing, and she gives me another one of her wicked smiles.
"Forget Nyx, Raya. I'll make you feel everything you've felt with him and then some. I know what makes women tick, and I promise you that you will have the best fucking orgasm. If a cock is what you need, I have a variety of strap-ons."
Her touch does nothing for me; it never will. I stand here, smirking as I listen to her little speech. The second she leans in and tries to kiss my lips, I turn my head, catching her bright red lips on my cheek.
"Mm, playing hard to get?" She snickers.
"I'm not playing, Mara. I've told you you're not my type, but hey, I'm honored that you want me so much…"
She scoffs, "You have no idea what you are turning down, Raya."
I lift my hand and lightly brush some of her hair from her face.
"Oh, I think I do. You see, I can still remember Nyx's cum running down my thighs the night I ran.
I can still feel that magnificent stretch his cock gave my pussy every time he plunged inside me.
" I lower my voice and say, "My cunt is fitted to take Nyx's cock and his cock only.
Can you say the same when you fuck all the other Heirs? "
When all she does is grin at my words, I continue and ask, "Has Nyx ever stopped you from taking birth control or Plan B because he wants his seed to take? Why do you think I ran that night, Mara? Nyx was taking away another choice, and I couldn't do it anymore."
Mara lets go of my throat and steps back. "You're lying. Nyx doesn't want kids yet."
I lift my brow at her and cross my arms at my chest.
"Did you take any?" she asks. "After you left?"
"Do you honestly think I've had time?" My tone is smug, but deep down, I'm worried about this very thing .
Amara glances down at my stomach, then meets my eyes once more as she says, "I'll go get you some…"
"It's too late. It's been more than a week. We're just playing the waiting game now, but it's not like it would matter anyway because we've had unprotected sex twice now."
"Stupid, stupid woman! How could you be so careless?" Mara begins to pace in front of me.
"Oh, I'm sorry that the man I fell in love with years ago decided to have unprotected sex with me. I'm sorry that he's told me we will be marrying, and I'm really sorry that you can no longer have sex with him!"
"Fuck! You don't get it…" Mara's voice trails off, and she goes over to shut my bedroom door.
"What are you doing? I need to get ready for work…"
"No. First, you'll sit down and listen to what I have to say."
Amara is very demanding, and whatever she wants to talk about seems important. So, I move and sit on the edge of my bed and wait for her to start. When a minute passes, and she's done nothing but pace and chew on her thumbnail, I get fed up and stand.
"Well, that's been a nice conversation, but if you don't mind—"
"Fucking sit down and let me figure out how to say what I need to say!" Mara glowers at me, and I roll my eyes before sitting again.
"Amara—"
"There is something on one of the flash drives that Nyx brought back that is very disturbing, and it concerns you.
Nyx hasn't seen it yet, but the rest of us have.
Once he does watch it, shit is going to hit the fan, and an all-out turf war is going to break out unless we can figure out how to keep it under the rug. "
"O—kay, what is it?"
Mara sighs as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "I shouldn't say anything, but after everything that has happened and what you went through, you deserve to know."
I sit here with bated breath, waiting to hear what's putting Mara so on edge. The fact that they're keeping it from Nyx tells me it can't be good. However, Amara's next words have me gasping in utter disbelief.
"The flash drive has the answer you've been looking for your whole life. Saraya, I know who your father is."
I can't concentrate on work tonight, but I have no other choice because if I were to skip out, then Nyx would know something is up.
His little guard dog, Cale, is here watching out for me while he's still recovering.
He fought with the doctor because he wanted to return to work, but it was useless.
The Heirs threatened to restrain him to the bed if he tried.
I'm coming from the break room when I walk past one of the back rooms that only gets used by the Heirs—mainly Amara.
There's giggling coming from the room labeled Chem Lab, and my curiosity gets the best of me.
I push the button that opens the blinds, hoping that Mara doesn't have them closed from the inside, and I smile when she comes into view.
However, my smile falters when I realize the scene she's doing with the male on the other side of the window.
The male is stripped bare and cuffed to a metal table. Amara is also naked as she straddles the man, fucking him hard, but that's not what's disturbing. In Mara's hand is a beaker with some kind of greenish-yellow liquid in it, and it's fucking smoking out of the top.
My mouth drops as she tips the beaker and pours some of the contents onto the man's face. He screams from behind the ball gag he's wearing as his face begins to melt. Mara, being a sadistic little bitch laughs and keeps bouncing away on the guy's cock as she tortures him.
Unable to watch anymore, I close the blinds and head back to the front, trying hard to keep my stomach contents from coming up. I know they only hurt bad people, but damn, shoot them or something. Why she feels the need to go to those lengths—while fucking them, at that—is beyond me.
Over an hour and a half later, I'm still thinking about that horrific scene. It’s not until about an hour before I'm scheduled to leave when thoughts of Mara's torture disappear because the Kappel twins walk in.
They're all smiles as soon as they see me standing at the hostess stand.
As always, Jarod flirts with me, but his brother pushes him forward, preventing him from getting his ass kicked when Cale comes over and stands beside me.
Any other time, I would curse Cale out, but I'm not in the mood to deal with that shit show at the moment, so I mutter a "thanks," and he goes back to the bar area to keep watch. I do have to shake my head at him when Mika comes waltzing through the door and Cale is once again ready to come over.
"Good evening, beautiful. How has your night been?" He's respectful and doesn't try to overstep when he sees Cale watching us.
After a few pleasantries, he moves on, and I return to standing here bored until Cray approaches me. I haven't talked much with the Heir since he watched Nyx fuck me. It's a little embarrassing to think about, but at the same time, a tingle starts between my legs at the memory.
"I'm heading back to the Hall, and Nyx wants me to bring you home. He says you've worked enough tonight." He smirks.
"My shift isn't over…"
Cray snaps his fingers, and Amee, a house sub, comes over. "You will finish as hostess tonight."
"As you wish, Master D," the woman says, grinning.
I quirk my brow at him as we walk out the door. "Master D?"
"What?"
"Is that really what you go by here at the club?"
"No." He grins. "It's what all women call me."
I roll my eyes and ask, "Why D for your last name and not C for your first."
He shrugs. "Tell me, Raya. Do you prefer to say dick or cock?"
I choke out a laugh, then reply, "Definitely cock. Dick makes you sound like an asshole."
"Exactly, hence why I prefer D, as in dick and asshole." His white teeth gleam in the elevator lighting.
All I can do is shake my head, amused. Why he wants to be known as an asshole is beyond me, but hey, whatever trips his trigger.
Stepping into the private garage, I follow Cray to a sleek black motorcycle. I believe people call it a crotch rocket. I stop and stare at him like he's crazy.
Rolling his eyes, he hands me his helmet and states, "You will be safe. Nyx would not allow me to bring you home on it if he thought it was a danger to you."
"I don't give a fuck what Nyx thinks. These things are death traps! I've seen way too many accidents online."
Cray's smile stretches across his face. "I won't repeat what you just said about not giving a fuck to Nyx. I do take offense, though. I will not put you in harm's way; you're one of us. Now, get that tight little ass on the back."
I yank the helmet from his grasp and smirk. Once the helmet is secure and I watch Cray get on, I lift my leg over the back and settle in behind the Heir. Leaning into him, I speak louder than usual so he can hear me when I say, "And I won't tell him that you think I have a tight little ass."
Cray throws his head back, laughing.
I'm not sure how he did it, but Craydon Donovan has taken my mind off the news hidden within that flash drive Mara told me about.
I haven't seen the video, but I could tell that what she was saying was true, and it's been eating at me ever since.
Cray has chased those demons away for the time being with his cocky attitude and playfulness.
"Hold on, little Raya, wouldn't want you falling off…"
I no sooner wrap my arms around his waist than he's doing a small wheelie as he takes off like a bat out of hell. My screams echo through the garage before turning into laughter as we break free into the warm night air, leaving Unholy behind us.