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by
Amo Jones
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October 13 - October 16, 2022
She was tough as shit. When she was five years old, she put Keaton in a damn choke hold and knocked his ass clean out.
“Name, Cartier!” She flinched, and I would feel like shit under other circumstances, but someone touched my fucking sister tonight and that shit didn’t fly with me.
“I shouldn’t have gone.” I growled. “Cartier, you should be able to go to a fucking party without some grubs putting their hands on you without your permission.”
And now… well, now I was doing exactly what my father did. Well, at least I should have been. Until her.
The Elite Kings wasn’t just a club or a crew filled with cute little preppy boys who beat people up when they didn’t obey their mundane little rules. We’d eighty-six your ass after sawing off all of your limbs and send little RIP packages to your loved ones.
Midnight Mayhem wasn’t just a carnival crew. They were all fucking unstable and sick in the head. Not sure I wanted to play clown fetishes with the crazy train. Everyone saw the carnal aesthetic of their shows and thought they’re just that—performers. But they weren’t. You could roll with Midnight Mayhem for years and still not reach the surface of the kind of shit they hid behind the curtain.
I want you to go in there under the guise of something else.” I kicked my foot out, resting it against the desk. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” “What you always do…” He finally gave me a glimmer of the old B. “Getting your dick wet.”
Two people came into my life. Shit, I wasn’t even sure how it happened. I didn’t realize what was happening until I was hit right in the fucking core of a twisted fucking tale of a love lost, saved, and ruined. Fucking no one could save me. Not her. And definitely not him.
“Your eyes are like—purple?” That’s it? That’s all he has to say. Giggling, I stand to my feet. “Lilac.” I swallow the rest of my drink, swiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “And I was told it’s a deformity. Something about being the product of evil.”
This was a bad fucking idea and I called that shit exactly when Saskia decided to bring in a new little pet. There was, of course, no fucking reasoning with Killian. Saskia could say she wanted a goddamn planet, and the idiot would be on the phone to NASA like, “Yeah, someone give my girl a fucking planet or bodies start dropping.” Fucking ridiculous.
Welcome to Midnight Mayhem, where we fuck with your head because our heads fuck us on the daily.
“Okay, stop. I’m asking the questions here,” Perse says, reaching forward and snatching the smoke from between my fingers before killing it in a glass of whiskey. She glares at me. “Seriously, Ky. The worst uncle already.” “Shit, sorry, P.” I shuffle up my chair. “Go on.”
“Can’t believe you and Cartier share the same blood.” Even though the last part was mumbled beneath his breath, I caught it. He knew I would. Anyone so much as mentions my sister’s name and I’m like a fucking wolf hunting for its next meal. I turn to face him. “Motherfucker, don’t you worry about my sister. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“This is Kyrin. He’s damaged. You’ll get used to him.” Eli keeps his eyes on mine. “My type.” Just as my hands are on the door handle, Perse stops me. “Ky, stay off Lilith. Go fuck Kenan. He’s been thirsty for your dick since he got here.” I turn over my shoulder. “He ain’t my type.” “What, a guy?” Eli asks, and I know what he’s doing. I picked up his tone the second I walked up in here.
Her hair is a weird shade of silver, or even gray, and when she angles back, it almost touches the blades of grass. It’s that fucking long. “Who. The fuck. Is that?” I ask, unknowingly taking a step toward her. I don’t know what she looks like, but I need to fuck her. Immediately. She’s sending out energy that I need to fucking inhale, preferably while I’m between her thighs.
Anytime he’s around, I get weird feelings in my gut that I don’t like. Like bat wings flapping through a vampire cave, if they get too close to you, the claws on his membrane will surely slice you open.
I will never get used to this. Too quiet.
Seconds pass. His hazel on my lilac. “Fuck,” he whispers breathlessly. “Your eyes are insane.” I smile up at him, the tension now broken. “They’ve got nothing on my mind.”
“Offer will still stand for as long as I’m here, Lil.” He stretches his arms out wide, his ab muscles flexing beneath all of the tattoos. He grins at me. “Come get it when you’re ready.” “Fuck, man. Sass is going to have your balls,”
I’ve never in my life met a young girl with so much confidence and light. She must be protected.
Ariana is a good kid. I want to throw a protective barrier over her.
No one knows it, but I dyed it gray to age me, after being sick of being told I looked “nice and young.”
“You’re a fucking demon. There’s no way you’re human.” I brush off his touch and reach for my coat, shimmying it onto my shoulders. I need to thank Ariana. This is a perfect fit. “Thank you.”
He smiles, and it’s so disturbing I almost falter. He could match mine. Dammit.
I push the pack back into his pocket, smirk around the trunk of my smoke, and pull him in until he connects with my very hard dick. Just when I think he’s going to fight it, his other hand is against the wall beside my head, while his other snatches the smoke from my lips and brings it to his own. “That for me, or did you just see Lilith naked?” A voice laced in sleep, he is everyone’s worst nightmare with eyes people never forget. My eyes dip to his abs before trailing lower and coming back up. “Fuck, I don’t even know at this point.”
“Sorry, boys.” Her tongue slides over her bottom lip, lilac eyes darting between the both of us. “I’m on someone else’s menu tonight.” “Fucking who?” I snap, and then instantly clench my teeth when I realize I answered too fast. Eli, the smug bastard, chuckles in the background.
Eli’s hand is on my dick before I can push from the wall. I grind my teeth. “Fucking fighting it left and right, huh?” My hand is on the front of his throat in an instant.
“Come on, Rebellion… come play with me.”
“You decided who you’re going to fuck tonight?” I stand from my chair, grabbing my top hat and placing it on my head. “For once, whoever I want.”
Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind. Flashing a red flag in front of a bull sounds like fun, especially if I have every intention of riding it.
“No.” I keep my eyes on Eli. “I’m going to fuck him, and you’re going to watch.” I tilt my head in fascination as I wait for Kyrin’s response, but he shrugs as if to say game on. Leaning forward, he rests his elbows on his knees. “Put me on a show.”
“You’re a fucking headache. I don’t want you here.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Keaton pause during his search for ingredients, blender in hand. I don’t question that pause, because Cartier has been running circles around Keaton since she took her first breath in this world. He won’t want her here as much as I don’t.
“No final act, you stay in the RV with Rose and Kenan, and, Cartier, you’re going on a bike.” She squeals so loud I have to pull my phone away from my ear. I bring it back, rolling my eyes. “Okay, you won’t regret it.”
“You didn’t…” “I did.” My throat constricts around the juice of the apple, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “To get her away from that fucker Zac.” I finally sit up properly, snatching his shake off him and taking a swig. “I should have just killed him.” Keaton shrugs. “We still can…” “Can’t,” I murmur just as Lilith walks down the stairs in a tight sports bra and little black booty shorts that ride over her swollen ass cheeks. “Made a promise to Cartier that I wouldn’t.”
Keaton is confusing to people who don’t understand him or know him. Shit happened to him when he was a kid that shaped how he deals with people now. He doesn’t open up easily, but for whatever reason, he likes Lilith. Probably because they’re both fucking crazy. Or were bred from crazy.
I tilt my head back, closing my eyes to count to fucking ten because between him and Lilith, I’m fucked. It’s as though they’re both playing on the same team.
He has a lazy grin on his mouth, and I just know. I know he’s going to say something that’s going to have me either wanting to punch his mouth or fuck it. “The broody hard-to-get thing you have going on isn’t working, just FYI, so when you’re ready to swallow your pride, I can lube your throat with my cum so it goes down easier.” And there it is. I shake my head and pull out of his grip. Smart-ass motherfucker.
She’s smart as fuck. Can easily compartmentalize shit and act as if it never happened. She has no triggers, no fucking emotions, or anything that is remotely normal.”
“What are you asking of me?” I run my tongue over my bottom lip, turning to face him with raised brows. “You asking me what I think you are?” “Actually, more than that” —his eyes fly up and I follow to where Eli is standing talking with Kenan. Fucking Kenan—“we need to get close to both of them.”
When her eyes swing back to mine, she has that same sarcastic smirk on her face. Almost as good as mine. I don’t believe a word she just said.
“Such a smart little mouth.” She peers up at me, batting long lashes that fan out over her high cheekbones. “Whatever will you do with it…” She slides her tongue beneath my thumb, and just like that, she fucking owns me.
“You’re so pretty.” “You’re high,” he murmurs, but his brows tug into the center of his forehead and his lip twitches up half playfully. I sigh, running the tip of my finger down the center of his chest. “And?” I watch the exact moment he throws up whatever defense he accidentally allowed me to peep through. His pupils dilate and his shoulders lock straight. “You think because you sucked my dick that I want you?” I roll my lips between my teeth to stifle a laugh. Men are so amusing to me. “Oh, you think that bothers me?” I lean up on my tippy-toes until my lips skim his. “I’ve been told
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I was used to the way she slowed down sentences around me, as if I didn’t understand. I did. I understood a lot. The only reason I never corrected anyone was because it amused me to see how they thought they’re interpreting me.
“Ah, I can come back…” I say, hitching my thumb over my shoulder. What the fuck is wrong with me? My words feel jumbled in my mouth as my heart thrashes against my rib cage. “If you leave, I’ll drag you back by your hair.”
“I’ve heard so much about your madness…” He lowers his mouth to the side of my neck and bites down on my skin while lifting my leg to rest against his hip. “Wanna let me play with it a little?” My nipples harden and my breath catches in my throat. “Fine, but ride her hard and put her away wet…”
I already know I can have sex for hours. I trained for it. I hide my smugness inside—before I realize one thing. I was trained for sex with men who had no effect on me. Zilch. Shit.
“You know…” I murmur sleepily. “I might need to surrender.” Kyrin chuckles softly, his chest jolting beneath my cheek. “Yeah? You don’t say.” “I thought I could keep up. You know, with everything they made me do at Patience—” His body noticeably stills. I continue, pushing through my yawn. “But I’ve never had an orgasm during sex, so I think I should be given some leeway.” “Sleep.” He doesn’t even finish the word before my body turns limp.
He jumps from the bed to chase me and I scream, bolting for the door and swinging it open while crashing into Sass’s chest. I reach backward for the handle and close the door behind myself. “Yeah, you better fucking run!” Kyrin calls out through the other side.
“We have one night here before we go back on the road. What should we do?” I shrug, emptying the contents of my glass into the sink before turning to face her. “What do you want to do?” Saskia and I have the kind of energy you don’t want both of at the same time. She’s almost like a charging station.
