Chapter 5 Blade
“I’m ready, Mr. Aetos. Do I look okay?”
I look up as Layna walks in from my bedroom to the main area of my penthouse.
I’m on the top floor of the hotel and casino overlooking everything, and while the old me wouldn’t have given a damn about this place, the man I am now appreciates all the glass and wide-open areas.
It’s about as far from prison as I can get.
Layna has her bleach-blonde hair pulled up.
I imagine she thinks she looks sophisticated.
It falls short, but that’s not the look I intend for her to have.
I walk over to her and effortlessly dislodge the pins holding her hair in place.
She gasps, but I see the greedy desire in her eyes.
I run my fingers through her hair, so it looks like she just went all night taking dick through every hole she has.
The dress is bright red and hugs her body.
Her fake tits nearly fall out of the deep V-cut.
It’s backless, and when she walks, you can see the indentation of her ass.
Sadly, her thong shows. I thought the men taught her better than that.
Curling my finger into the part of the red lace thong that shows, I pull it tight, and use my other hand to rip the flimsy fabric in two, then let it go.
I watch as Layna reaches under the dress and pulls out the ruined thong with a smile.
She hands it to me, and I just let it fall to the floor.
“Let’s get moving,” I grumble, walking in front of her.
“Where are we going?” she asks, and I try to ignore how annoying her voice is.
“To a funeral,” I answer, opening the door. We step outside and I lock it using the keycode. I notice the way Layna watches every move I make. I pin a mental note to myself to change the code once more when I’m alone.
“You’re so funny, Blade,” she laughs. I roll my eyes, but don’t bother to glance back at her.
We make it to my car without having to speak at all, and I call it a win.
I use the fob to unlock the doors and leave her to her own devices.
I can see from the corner of my eye that it annoys her.
I don’t hide my smile. In her head, I think she’s dreaming up that we have some kind of relationship.
She’s just a tool that I can use to hurt Olivia.
It helps that she’s a warm hole, but that’s all that is between us.
If she doesn’t stop trying to latch onto me so tightly, I’ll have to cut her loose.
That’s fine. There are other girls at the club I can use.
I just know that Olivia didn’t like Layna.
I want to remind her of our past and how much things have changed.
I want to make Olivia’s life miserable.
I’m going to take everything from her—just like she helped take my brother from me.
I may not kill her, but by the time I’m done, the bitch will be praying for death.
The drive to the cemetery is anything but peaceful.
Layna rattles the entire time. I tune her out.
If there is a bright side to prison, it’s that you learn to put up mental walls so you can zone out.
I’d do that every night. It’s how I survived.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it through the day.
Surviving meant keeping all my senses alert throughout the day.
Hell, sometimes it was dangerous at night, but if I hadn’t checked out for a few hours, I wouldn’t have escaped death.
That place sucked the life out of me every single second I was there.
I don’t even recognize the man I am now.
Bear would hate what I’ve become. I hate that he’s gone, but I am glad he’ll never know how much prison changed me.
“What the fuck, Blade? We’re really going to a cemetery?” Layna practically screeches as I pull through the gates.
“I told you,” I point out.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I don’t joke, Layna. I can’t imagine why you thought I would about this.”
“Because of the outfit you bought me! This is not a cheap dress, Blade. I thought we were finally taking our relationship to the next level.”
“The next level?” I repeat, questioning the woman’s sanity.
“Yes! I mean, I’ve been in your bed almost every night since you got out. I’m the only woman you’ve had—well, except for when we invited Tongue over. Still, you know I enjoy her as much as you do.”
“Yeah, it was pretty evident you enjoyed her eating you out by the way you were screaming for more. It’s a wonder the front desk hadn’t called me,” I murmur, pulling into the procession line which now consists of my car and two others.
“Don’t be like that, lover. You know you got off on it more than I did. Judging from the load you emptied on Tongue’s face and my snatch, you had a damn good time.”
I consider pointing out that I’m a man and no matter who we are, we’d get off on a live porn show in front of us.
I could even explain to her what four years without sex does to a man.
I decide against it because I need her to help piss Olivia off.
Olivia Davis doesn’t know it yet, but her torture is just going to start today.
I won’t stop until I cause her as much pain as she has me—maybe even more if it’s physically possible.
“You’ll need to follow my lead here. Don’t let me down and go out on your own script. Just act the role of the devoted girlfriend who wants me more than her next breath, and I’ll handle the rest. Got it?”
“Yeah. You talk as if I’ll have to pretend.
I already do want you just like that, baby,” she purrs, snuggling up against me.
I don’t even bother to hide how hard I roll my eyes now.
This chick only wants one thing—and it’s not my dick.
There’s a reason she enjoys everything Tongue does to her more than what I do.
She loves getting plowed by cock—the bigger the better—but she prefers women just the same.
We walk toward the leaf-green funeral home tent. There’s a row of chairs in an arc around the coffin. I ignore it and make my way to pay my respects.
This is going to be fun …