THIRTY-FOUR
Nyx
I'm sitting in my office at Unholy, trying to catch up on some much-needed work since I was held hostage at the Hall for weeks after the shooting. I'd like to say that I'm getting shit done, but I can't. Too many thoughts are running through my head from earlier today.
The warehouse events were nothing compared to witnessing my little lamb watching two of my best friends fuck an unconscious woman.
It being consensual with—Cora, I think her name was—didn't take from how fucking sexy the scene was or how deliciously hot Raya was.
My dick was hard the whole fucking time.
When Mara and Adrik switched positions and started DPing the woman, I couldn't just sit there any longer.
So what do you think I did? You better fucking believe it.
I slid my hand into my little lamb's bottoms, and I finger fucked her right there.
I didn't give a fuck if my friends kept looking over, and neither did my little lamb.
Raya thrust against my hand like she was riding my cock, rubbing up and down on me. When the time came, we all released together. Yeah—me included. My boxers were full of cum by the time we made it back to my room, and then my sexy as fuck stepsister dropped to her knees and cleaned me off.
We had spent the next two hours fucking. After all, I had to show Raya what Phoenyx was like in the sack. All in all, it was a full day of debauchery, and I definitely wouldn't mind doing it all again—minus killing Clyde. That fucker is right where he should have been years ago—in a wooden box .
I turn the monitors on to see what my little lamb is up to, and there she is, being the gracious hostess she is.
Raya seems to have a permanent smile on her face.
I think that's my doing. I hadn't realized just how much I was hurting her by being the dick I was.
Oh, I'm still a dick, but for Raya, she will get the side that no one else will ever see.
As I'm staring at my queen, two men come walking into the front door and stop to talk to her.
I've never seen them before, and I don't like their appearance in our club when I don't know who the fuck they are.
I'm just about to call the hostess stand when I see Raya reach for the phone, and my office phone rings a second later.
"Talk to me, gorgeous."
"How did you know it was me?"
"Because I'm watching you." My tone carries the smirk I'm wearing.
Raya turns her back on the two men, which I'm not happy about, as she glares at the camera. She looks adorable when pretending to be angry.
"Don't you have better things to be doing than creeping on me?"
"Like fucking you—yes."
"Perv…"
I chuckle, then ask, "Tell me, little lamb, who are those men you seem to be entertaining down there?"
"Ha! Keep it up, and I'll take them to a back room and show you how I can entertain them."
My cock stirs with the sass coming from her mouth.
"You do that, and I'll have to show you just how much I own that cunt you're threatening to share with others. Now, be a good girl and tell me who the fuck they are."
I watch her bite her lip, my words affecting her more than she cares to admit. I also see the annoyed look the two men share with each other. I don't like it, and instead of waiting for Raya to tell me who they are, I tell her I'm on my way, and rush from my office.
"Where's the fire?" Zilas asks, smiling as I breeze past him.
"At the front door. Come with me—maybe you'll know who these fuckers are," I tell my friend, and he drops his smile, falling in step beside me.
I quickly tell him what I saw on the monitors, and he furrows his brows. "I was just coming to tell you that a couple were coming in to discuss the building complex that was discussed for that land on the East side of town, but it's a man and a woman. "
"Yeah, well, I sincerely hope that these two fuckers weren't sent in their place because they're not the type I want to do business with."
We can't get to the front of the club fast enough. I hate that Raya is there with them, even if they are in sight of the bar. I'm sure Rigger is busy enough doing his own job.
When we round the last corner and the hostess stand comes into view, I sigh in relief seeing Cale leaning against the stand and making small talk with Raya.
I'm sure it's all for show; Cale is good at recognizing situations immediately.
He's supposed to be off the clock, so I'm grateful he's even here.
"Gentlemen, what can we do for you?" I ask as we walk up.
I go straight to Raya and slip my arm around her waist so they both know she is off-limits.
The taller of the two states, "We are here to discuss some business with the Heirs of Nyte's Hall."
Zilas and I glance at each other before I smile and reply, "Well, you're looking at two of them. Did you schedule an appointment?"
"Can we speak in private?" the same one asks while the other remains quiet.
"Tell us what this business is about, and we will decide whether it's worth our time."
"Oh, I think you will want to hear what we have to say," the quiet one finally says, glances at Raya, and then looks into my eyes.
Now I'm really on alert. Something isn't right, and if that look was any indication, Raya has something to do with it. Before I can agree with anything, a familiar voice joins in.
"Well, what do we have here? Do we have a problem?" Our little devil stands behind the two men, already cracking her fingers.
The taller one must know who Mara is because he's quick to calm the situation by saying, "No, Miss Nichols, no problem at all. We are just trying to gain an audience with your friends."
"Who the fuck are you?" the shorter one asks, earning an elbow from his partner.
"Shut up," the taller one orders the other through tight lips.
Maniacal female laughter starts and then suddenly stops. "Who's your little friend, Michael? "
Apparently, Mara knows one of them as well. I'm not a fan of not knowing what the fuck is going on. I step forward after giving Cale a knowing look and waiting for him to move closer to Raya.
"I think it's about time that someone starts fucking talking."
"Well, Nyx. You see, I met dear ole Michael last year when the Feds came into town because of your father." She shrugs and says, "We had a little fun, and then he left."
"I-I would have called, but you never gave me your number…" Michael states.
"Oh dear God, why the fuck would I want you to call me back? You're lucky I let you leave with your life. I was half tempted to put you out of your misery with what you have to live with." Mara's eyes drop to the guy's crotch.
I laugh inwardly, but my little lamb, on the other hand, couldn't do the same. I look back at her and grin when I see her hand covering her mouth. When I focus on the Michael guy, I can see the embarrassment on his reddened face.
"So, you're with the Feds?" I jump to the point.
"Yeah, you can say that," the small one responds.
"No, we're with the Bureau of Investigations, specifically," Michael corrects his partner before looking at Mara.
I glance at Mara, and she nods towards Michael saying, "He's okay, but asshat over here is another story. I don't know who the fuck he is, and he's already on my last nerve."
"That's good enough for me. Michael, you may come with us. Asshat, you be a good boy and wait here."
That must have been the wrong thing to say because a commotion takes place behind me when I turn around to walk away. I turn back to see Zilas holding the guy with his arm angled oddly behind his back.
"I highly suggest you keep your hands to your fucking self," Zilas barks out. "You're already walking a fine line coming up into the Gods' territory, demanding shit."
"Let me go! I'm Michael's boss! I should be the one to go—"
"We don't give a shit who the fuck you are! If little devil says she doesn't trust you, then we don't trust you."
" She's the little devil?" Asshat asks, stunned.
"Yeah, she is. Do you have a problem with that?" I ask him.
"N-no. I'm sorry. I'll wait here. "
Michael isn't sure what to do as he looks back and forth between us and his boss. It's a bit irritating, and now I'm wishing that Mara had killed him a year ago.
"Stop wasting our time, Michael. We're busy men; either come with us or get the fuck out." I don't wait for his response.
Leaning over, I kiss my little lamb's lips and pull her into my body. "Call me if you have any issues with the other one. I'll be keeping an eye on him from the office, too."
"Just go. Don't worry about me, I'm covered." She moves the slit in her dress aside and showcases the knife tucked away in a holster around her thigh.
"Mm, I'm going to remove that with my teeth later; you know that, right?"
Raya gives me a sultry smile as she says, "Only if you're a good boy."
Growling lowly, I leave my little lamb standing there before I decide to take her to the coat room nearby and show her just how much of a good boy I can be. Her seductive chuckle has my cock twitching as I walk away. Paybacks are a bitch, and I'm going to have fun showing Raya just how much.
"What the fuck do you mean the Bureau wants you to bring Saraya in? What the hell has she done?" I stand behind my desk, ready to pounce on the motherfucker.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Beckam, but Mrs. McNally is the prime suspect in her husband's disappearance. Since he's a police officer, the Bureau of Investigations had to step in."
"I know what the fuck the Bureau does, but what I want to know is why Raya is a suspect? She came running to me after her husband beat her and tried choking her. How the fuck is she supposed to know what happened after that?"
"W-well, that alone gives motive, Sir," Michael stammers.
"Motive for what exactly?"
"Well, for murder, of course."
"Is he missing, or has he been murdered?"
"At the moment, he's missing, but we are pretty sure it's the latter. "
"No, you're assuming, and that's not good enough.
Even if my brother-in-law was murdered, and Raya had done it, she would have had every right to kill the fucker for laying his hands on her.
This PD is so fucking corrupt that we have already started looking into cleaning house.
We want real cops policing the town of Nyte, not shady fucks you all call police officers. "
"I'm sorry, Mr. Beckam. I don't make the laws…"
"What about the other ones that have gone missing recently?" Amara asks. "Are you trying to tell us that you think Saraya is involved in their disappearances, too? From what I hear, they were all friends."
"I heard the same thing," Zilas states. "They were all on Clyde Kappel's payroll. Have you asked him?"
Michael pulls out a notepad and writes Kappel's name down. "This is the first I've heard of Kappel being involved with the three officers."
"So, you knew about the others and still came after Saraya?" I ask, anger evident in my tone.
"It's protocol, Sir, being she is the wife."
" Was the wife. He decided to beat her, and now he's disappeared. Recent information has also surfaced, proving that she was forced to marry him by my father, so that makes their marriage null and void in my eyes. I have already sent in a petition on that alone."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Beckam. That doesn't change the fact that she needs to come in and—"
I cut him off by handing him a card and saying, "Contact my lawyer about it. Now, get the fuck out of our club before I have you removed."
Michael rushes from my office, and I slam my hand down on the desk. "Why the fuck does this have to happen now? It's all bullshit! They know better than to come at the Gods of Nyte!"
"Chill, Nyx. They have nothing…" Zilas tries calming me.
I inhale and then exhale.
"They're testing us," I state. "They know better than to come at us. The Bureau never stepped in when our fathers were in charge. It's time we show them we're worse than our fathers."
I don't care if what they're assuming is true or not. They will never find any of the bodies. What I do care about is that they are trying to pin it on my little lamb. They are going to fucking regret trying to come for what's mine.