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“What are you doing?” “Stand.” His face shifts as his eyes twinkle with mayhem. “Don’t get used to this. It’s a one-time thing.”
Axton Cicero Nero Cornelii Patrova Kournikova Dragavei All seven founding families, fucking Kiznitch royalty.
“What’s up with you and Saskia, son?” Dad asks, instantly annoying me with his question. “Why do you care?” I answer, not willing to look him directly in his eyes. “I care because I know that girl must have a chip on her shoulder, and that chip was put there by you. So that’s why I care.”
Killian and Maya have a bond that cannot be broken, let alone touched by anyone. Will you be okay being second best forever?” I stiffen at her aggressive words. She has hung the bait out for me, hoping I’d bite. Keeping my eyes on hers, I smile sweetly. “What makes you think I want your son like that, Draya? He bullied me as a child, killed my father, killed my aunt, and played games with me from the day I joined Midnight Mayhem.” Her eyes narrow, but her mouth kicks up in a smirk. “You don’t have to worry about me breaking their bond, because I have no desire to go near it.”
“You guys still don’t get it, do you?” When no one answers, I take a sip of my whiskey and clear my throat. “You all may be killers, and horrifying ones at that, but you all have one thing in common. Loyalty. Patience isn’t like that.
She would come in and be a reliable asset to Midnight Mayhem.” “How so?” Kyrin is the one to ask a question now. I bring my eyes to his. “Because she was the ringmaster for Patience, and well, I’m sure you remember the ringmaster—right?” Kyrin’s face flashes with recollection. “That was her?” I nod. “Yes, so, I think—” “—She’s right. Lilith should be the ringmaster.”
Lilith has moved in with me, naturally, and to say that she’s taken the transition easy from Patience to Midnight Mayhem is a lie. It’s as though she needs to be dominated. She needs to need something more than what Midnight Mayhem can offer her. In saying that, she’s going to cause an absolute shitstorm during the shows. I’m here for it.
You would cry, and Killian would know. It was as though you were a siren for him, singing his very own song. We knew then and there that you and Killian were somehow drawn to each other. As though his soul was waiting for your birth.”
“I needed you away from my son, Saskia. You, a girl of Patience, the very first hybrid, you could ruin him. This brotherhood. This world. I didn’t know what part of the spectrum you would fall on, good or evil. All I knew was that my son was wanting to do anything to soothe your cries.”
He was torn even as a child between you and Maya. Eventually, I helped push him toward choosing Maya, by convincing him that you were a pest. By the time you were both of talking age, he didn’t like you anymore.
“Saskia was mine the day she was born, Perse. That was inevitable. When she came in as a Royal, and if she had stayed a Royal, she would have been wife’d already, but then Dragavei was revealed and Patience happened. I tried to fight my impulses at every turn because to be honest with you, I didn’t trust her. Her intentions. Patience is manipulative and toxic, and I wasn’t sure exactly how much of that was sewn into her—but the day I found out that she was my Saskia, it all made fuckin’ sense to me. Even if I didn’t trust her.”
Perse grins. “So she is yours?” My eyes snap to hers as a round of chuckles sound off behind me. I flip them all off. “Don’t act like you all didn’t already know.” “Oh, we knew,” Keaton mutters. “But we weren’t sure you did.”
“Fucking be selfish, baby. Take me. Hell, just tell me where the fuck to go and I’ll follow willingly. You don’t have to be selfish with anything else, Saskia, but you will always be selfish with me.” “How so?” she asks, tilting her head. I feel when she twists her fingers into mine and my heart pounds in my chest. “Because I’m yours.”
“I’ll fucking wait for you for as long as I need to, because time doesn’t tick unless you’re in my arms.” Tears slip from her eyes. “I’m sorry.” “Don’t…” I whisper, kissing her softly on her lips while swiping away her tears. “You wouldn’t be the girl I fell for if you didn’t make me work for it.” My lips curve up in a smile, and I notice the exact moment she caught my words because her eyes pop open, shock flashing over her flawless features.
“Now’s not the time to play with me, Killian, did you just—” “Admit that I’m in love with you? Yeah, fucking aye I did. What, you think I’d go through all this trouble for a chick I just want some ass from? Have you seen this face? I can get ass anywhere—” “—Killian!” She whacks me with the back of her hand, but the smile on her face was well worth the banter. “You love me?” I roll my eyes. “Yes, Saskia. Of course I fucking do. Wouldn’t put up with your shit otherwise.”
She giggles, and the laugh was enough to render me fucking speechless. I’d never heard her giggle, and fuck me. Fuck. Me. What I would give to hear that sound for the rest of my goddamn life. You know, when she’s done being stubborn.
“I wouldn’t touch that…” King says, walking up behind me when he catches the guys staring at me. I thought he was talking to me until I notice he’s looking right at the guy who said damn. “Oh, come on. When did The Brothers get so fucking greedy!” the guy says, and I can’t help but chuckle. They obviously know The Brothers to be able to say that statement out loud. “Ignore Eli.” The pink haired beauty rolls her eyes. “He hasn’t had any pussy in months.”
“So why is she out of bounds?” Eli asks, and I can’t help but smirk at him. He’s cute. Very attractive in a pretty boy way. Very pretty. “She’s Killian’s.” King laughs, shaking his head. “Ah, but Killian shares!” Eli starts walking toward me and King shakes his head, his hand coming to Eli’s chest. “Not this one.” Shock flashes over Eli’s face as his eyes swing up to a couple of his friends. “Wow. Really? Am I really going to be the last one who is not pussy whipped out of all you motherfuckers.”
“Well, I can’t imagine—” I freeze. Panic seizes my muscles as realization comes crashing into me in waves. “Shit,” I whisper, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. “Hey.” Tillie brings her hand to my arm, and I peer up at her. Her face falls. “Oh, shit…” The unspoken horror must have been displayed all over my face. She steps closer to me. “My car is here. Do you want me to take you to grab one?” I can’t muster any words, so I nod my head without saying anything. She starts pulling me away when King’s voice breaks through my panic.
“My man and his pack of wolves have been friends with Killian since they were babies. Something about our world and your world being best pals. I guess they always visit every time the show is here in NYC.”
I’m not patient, but I feel like I have been very with her. I can tolerate anything said about me, but you go after Saskia and I’ll lose it.
The audience stops talking when they hear her sing, with good reason. Her voice is beautiful, but it doesn’t match her energy. She looks empty. Dark.
When I hear a bike start behind me, I watch as Killian and her share a stage. So intimate for people in Mayhem to share a stage with someone. Just like Dove and King. So… intimate.
My Wolf Pack, thank you for being my tribe. I haven’t really revealed why I called my reader group Wolf Pack, but it’s because of the characteristics of wolves. Loyalty, fierceness, somewhat scary, but also fluffy and cute (HA!).
