Chapter 18 Caspian
Caspian
Swinging the doors open to The Dungeon, I immediately see my twin in the cage, jabbing his opponent as the crowd goes wild. My eyes collide with Hayden's and we nod at one another as I walk over to the bar.
“Hey, Grace, how's our boy doing tonight?” I ask, and she smiles, placing a fresh beer in front of me.
“He’s in beast mode. I’m not sure what has gotten into him but…” She trails off as she watches him over my head. Her eyes burst with lust, and I laugh, snapping my fingers in her face to get her attention. She blinks and looks down at me.
“He’s on fire tonight. Look at him,” she says, focusing once again on my twin.
I shake my head and bring the beer to my lips as the crowd cheers behind me.
I spin in my stool and watch as he jabs his opponent in the chest and ribs then sweeps his foot under him, taking the guy to the floor.
He wraps his arm and legs around his opponent's body, holding him in place as Hayden counts.
Brax takes the win, and a smile spreads across his face.
Digging into my pocket for my pack of joints, I take it out and spark one up.
I glance over my shoulder at Grace, offering her a taste, but she shakes her head at me.
I shrug then watch as the loser is removed from the cage.
“Hey, Grace, how many fights has he won tonight?” I ask, turning my ear towards her while Braxton exits the cage, walking straight for the exit.
“Five,” she answers, and I nod, taking another hit off my joint.
My eyes narrow as that tweaker Dumpster Craig follows right behind my brother.
Well, that’s fucking interesting. The only reason Craig and Braxton would be even speaking is if…
No! This can’t be happening again. No one knows but me what happened and what he was hiding.
Fuck! I stand to follow, but someone grabs the chain sticking out of my back pocket, pulling me towards them.
I whip around and grab the person by the throat.
“Did I give you permission to touch my chain?” I ask, pulling her face closer to mine. Her big green eyes widen for a fraction of a second then blow with lust. I lick my lips, feeling her swallow under my grip. My lip curls as “Freak on a Leash” by Korn blares through the speakers.
“I-I,” she rasps, but I just squeeze tighter, pushing her against the bar top and grabbing the spiked collar I’ve been waiting to use all night.
Swiftly, I replace my hand with the collar, buckling the back and attaching the leash to the ring that dangles in front of her throat. She moans, and I roll my eyes.
“I can only play for a little while. My boyfriends will wonder where I am,” she coos, and I chuckle, pulling on the leash.
“You think those biker pricks scare me, Kayla?” I ask, and her eyes widen, but she doesn’t respond.
“Why are you even here? I haven’t called you in a hot minute,” I ask, and she smirks.
I played with her a while ago. Way before we even moved in with Harley.
When she wanted to make things more official, I stopped playing her games.
Plus, she has two biker boyfriends and I’m not about that shit.
“I came to collect payment for the injectables. Did you think they were free?” she counters, and I tug the leash again, making her stumble a bit in her heels as we walk to the back office.
I still need to see what the fuck is up with Braxton, but this will only take a minute.
Stopping outside the office door, I attach the leash to the hook and look at her with a smile on my face.
“Sit,” I command, and she falls to her knees like the good bitch she is.
I pat her head and tug the leash once more, forcing her to look up at me.
“Now stay until I get back with what you came for,” I order and open the door to the office.
Harley whirls in his chair and raises a brow as I walk over to the safe.
Punching in the numbers, it clicks open and I take a stack of cash out and hand it to him.
Locking the safe, I turn to look at him already sliding the money into an envelope.
“Whose this for?” he asks, and I smirk.
“Kayla Pierce,” I respond, and his eyes widen,
“What the fuck Caspian? We don’t do business with her family. How many times do I need to tell you?” he yells, and I shake my head.
“Well, it saved your life. She sold me the injectable we used on Brax, along with a few others,” I answer, and he nods.
“Fine, but let’s not make a habit of this. Did Rick ever find out where they took Presley?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“It’s been radio silent. No one knows where she is. Have you heard anything about Axel?” I ask, hoping he finally got an update.
“Nothing on that either, just the detectives asking more questions about Amber. I wish we could send them sniffing elsewhere. I’m glad we took her to the pig farm and burnt the rest of the evidence.
It will never come back to Presley or us,” he says, and I hold a hand up, putting my finger over my lips and pointing outside the door. Big fucking mouth, Harley.
“Yea well, the lawyers need to get shit done at Hillsboro. I have a meeting tomorrow with an individual that may be helpful with getting us answers,” I reply, and before he can ask any more questions, the roar of the crowd cheering has me leaving the office quickly.
“I’ll catch up to you later. I need to put an end to the night,” I tell him.
Stepping out of the door, I hand Kayla the envelope. “Get up, let’s go,” I command as she gets to her feet. I unclip the leash from the hook and tug her along as we walk back over to the bar.
“Can’t we go play in private?” she asks, and I stop in my tracks, spin, and pull the leash, wrapping the chain around my fist as I bring her mere inches away from my lips.
“That ship has sailed, honey. I’ve got a girl I’m waiting for, and you keep reminding me of your bikers,” I spit, and she smirks.
“Jealous much?” She laughs, and I pull the chain tighter, not appreciating her tone.
“Nothing to be jealous about. I’ve got everything I need,” I tell her, and her eyes narrow.
“Who is she? Who has the all mighty Demon wrapped around her fingers,” she asks, but her tone is dripping with her own jealousy. This girl has been trying to tie me down for months, which doesn’t make sense if she has Ryder and Ryker. If she thought I was going to join them—she is sadly mistaken.
“If you must know, her name is Presley. My little Gumdrop,” I tell her, giving the chain some slack as I grab the beer waiting for me on the bar top.
I tug her along, pulling a little harder as we walk to the cage.
She stumbles yet again and nearly falls.
Some onlookers laugh at her which only makes me smirk.
She finally rights herself and pulls on the chain, getting my attention.
“She doesn’t happen to have short curly black hair with turquoise eyes?
” she asks, and I quirk a brow. The look in her eye, it’s a deep, far away look as if she’s plotting something but hasn’t finished the thought all the way through.
Interesting, but there’s no way she knows my girl.
Presley isn’t involved in the same shit me and Kayla are.
“The eye color is right but her hair is long. Why do you ask?” I question as her top lip lifts just a tiny bit.
“No reason. Listen, this was fun, but I have a dinner to get to,” she states, and I roll my eyes. Reaching behind her neck, I remove the collar from her throat and slide it in my back pocket.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Kayla. Have fun at your dinner. Now, run along,” I say, dismissing her, and she leans in kissing my cheek.
“Oh, I will. See you around, Demon,” she whispers then takes off like a bat out of hell as the crowd cheers and blood splatters against my boots.
I look down at my feet then up at the cage as my brother snaps his teeth at his opponent being dragged out of the gate.
He spits blood out of his mouth, pounding on his chest and roaring into the crowd.
Walking over to Hayden, I flip his clipboard, letting it fall to the floor. He looks at me then the clipboard and back to me.
“Don’t you think he’s had enough tonight? This is getting a little out of control,” I spit, and he narrows his eyes.
“Everyone else may be afraid of you but I shit for sure ain’t. Pick up my clipboard, Demon,” he orders, and I just fold my arms over my chest. I don’t give a fuck if he’s isn’t scared of me. I’m no one's bitch.
“Not going to happen! End the fights. Brax has had enough,” I tell him, and he just stares at me like I have ten heads. “If you don’t do it, I will, and you won’t see a dime from any of tonight's earnings,” I add, and he raises a brow. So I take out my pistol, cock it, and raise it in the air.
“Fine! Chill the fuck out! I’ll clear it out,” he says, and I nod, lowering my weapon. “You need to get laid, bro!” He laughs, picking up his clipboard and walking away.
Hayden ends the night, and I follow Brax into the locker room. “Yo, bro, what the fuck is your deal tonight?” I ask as he reaches into his pocket, produces a few pills, and swallows them down with a bottle of water. What the fuck?
I walk up behind him and shove him down the row of lockers. He whips around, his eyes looking as wild as ever.
“What the fuck, Casp?” he asks with his fists at his sides as his chest heaves.
“What did you just take?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“A couple of black beauties,” he states nonchalantly.
“Fuck, Brax. How long has this been going on for?” I question, and he shrugs again.
“Not long. Chill out. I have it under control,” he tells me, and I nod.
“You better. You remember what happened last time? Is that what this is about?” I question, and he immediately shakes his head, pushing me against the lockers and grabbing a hold of my black tee.
“No! This is not because of that! Mind your own business, Caspian,” he spits, and I shove him off of me.
“Yea well, I want to know fucking why?” I growl, and he shakes his head, walking towards the showers. I go to follow him, but my phone blaring has me stopping in my tracks. I take a deep breath, turn, and leave the locker room. Why do I feel like I’m babysitting a fucking toddler?
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my phone and see its Maverick.
“Yo, yo,” I answer, and he laughs.
“Yo, bro,” he says.
“Where you at?” I ask, and he laughs.
“Following our little piggie. Wanna have some fun?” he asks as a sinister smile spreads across my face.
“As long as I can get my hands bloody, I’m down,” I reply, walking down the hallway, straight for the exit.
“Meet me at the old train tracks. Bring a few things with you and some smoke,” he says, and the excitement of what I have in mind has my heart beating rapidly and butterflies swimming in my stomach. Just the thought of torturing that fuck gets my dick hard.
“Bet. See you in a few,” I tell him, and the line goes dead.
I may not be able to kill Jacob Lee just yet but no one said I can’t play with my food.