the one getting dominated.”
“It felt like sandpaper,” I said ambivalently. “Sandpaper dipped in battery acid.”
“So Aria gets you off, doesn’t she?”
“No,” I lied. “I pictured pulling on a piece of fiber wire wrapped around that wretched neck of yours, and that got me off.”
She laughed.
“Liar, liar, cock on fire. If there’s one thing I know about you, you fail when it comes to showing any self-restraint.”
I didn’t say a word.
“I wonder what Shadow will do if he finds out you had a fling with Aria?” Calisto asked.
“Nothing happened between us.”
“Now that’s a lie, and we both know it.”
I froze. Could Calisto possibly know about what happened between Aria and I? No, it was impossible. How could she?
“Come Lincoln, spill the beans. How tight was her pussy? I want to know. I’m not going to lie that I had my own fantasies about her as well.”
“Shut up,” I spat.
“What did she taste like? Most people have a taste when you kiss them. I’ve been told I was a dark chocolate taste. You, my naked friend, have a hint of cinnamon. So tell me, what did Aria taste like?”
Like the sun.
“Oh, silly me, I know exactly what her mouth would taste like. It’d taste like Shadow’s, wouldn’t it?”
She was laughing at her own joke.
“Seriously, Lincoln,” she continued, “I have to wonder, what is it about you that makes you such a failure? Aria’s my brother’s girl—my brother as in your best friend. Don’t you know the meaning of the word loyalty?”
She was right. There was something wrong with me. Why had I allowed myself to get involved with Aria? It was wrong.
Luckily, Aria was the better person and had enough willpower to put whatever was between us to an end. She was stronger than I ever was, possibly one of the reasons why I fell in love with her.
I suddenly felt the rope loosen on my left wrist.
“Time to let you roam free, my little slave,” she whispered in my ear.
It took a minute for me to wrench my hand free, but by that time, Calisto was gone.
With my free hand I removed the cloth bound over my eyes.
Nailed to the wall, in front of the bed, was a poster-sized picture. It was a photo of Aria and I, sitting on the swing at Isadora’s island the night of the wedding massacre.
Our lips were locked together in a farewell kiss, one which stated that we’d never be together, so long as there was Shadow.
Scrawled on the glossy picture, in red marker, were two simple words that ripped through me like a bullet.
Shadow knows.
#
Chapter Eight
Shadow
“Let me do all the talking,” Beau said. “Trust me, Braydon’s my brother. I know exactly how to deal with him.”
I suppose I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Beau and Braydon were blood after all.
“Fine, I’ll let you take the lead on this one,” I said. “You probably have a better chance striking up a deal with him than I would.”
“Great. I have a good feeling about this.” Beau placed one hand on the wooden door of the old brick building, an eloquent sign saying “Whiskey’s” displayed above the entrance. “You ready to go in?” he asked.
“Are we meeting your brother in a bar?”
Beau shook his head. “Not exactly.”
I noticed all the windows in the building were boarded up. The red flags in my head were at full mast. “What is this place?” I demanded to know.
The bastard grinned at me with a look screaming he was up to no good. “It’s a gentlemen’s establishment.”
“A strip club?”
“A brothel.”
I was really starting to question the mindsets of all the members of the new Midnight Society.
“Discussing these details of a secret operation in a brothel of all places isn’t the secluded environment I envisioned,” I stated.
“Well, when I set up our rendezvous, this was where Braydon wanted to meet.” Beau said. “I figure best let him arrange the time and place,
“It felt like sandpaper,” I said ambivalently. “Sandpaper dipped in battery acid.”
“So Aria gets you off, doesn’t she?”
“No,” I lied. “I pictured pulling on a piece of fiber wire wrapped around that wretched neck of yours, and that got me off.”
She laughed.
“Liar, liar, cock on fire. If there’s one thing I know about you, you fail when it comes to showing any self-restraint.”
I didn’t say a word.
“I wonder what Shadow will do if he finds out you had a fling with Aria?” Calisto asked.
“Nothing happened between us.”
“Now that’s a lie, and we both know it.”
I froze. Could Calisto possibly know about what happened between Aria and I? No, it was impossible. How could she?
“Come Lincoln, spill the beans. How tight was her pussy? I want to know. I’m not going to lie that I had my own fantasies about her as well.”
“Shut up,” I spat.
“What did she taste like? Most people have a taste when you kiss them. I’ve been told I was a dark chocolate taste. You, my naked friend, have a hint of cinnamon. So tell me, what did Aria taste like?”
Like the sun.
“Oh, silly me, I know exactly what her mouth would taste like. It’d taste like Shadow’s, wouldn’t it?”
She was laughing at her own joke.
“Seriously, Lincoln,” she continued, “I have to wonder, what is it about you that makes you such a failure? Aria’s my brother’s girl—my brother as in your best friend. Don’t you know the meaning of the word loyalty?”
She was right. There was something wrong with me. Why had I allowed myself to get involved with Aria? It was wrong.
Luckily, Aria was the better person and had enough willpower to put whatever was between us to an end. She was stronger than I ever was, possibly one of the reasons why I fell in love with her.
I suddenly felt the rope loosen on my left wrist.
“Time to let you roam free, my little slave,” she whispered in my ear.
It took a minute for me to wrench my hand free, but by that time, Calisto was gone.
With my free hand I removed the cloth bound over my eyes.
Nailed to the wall, in front of the bed, was a poster-sized picture. It was a photo of Aria and I, sitting on the swing at Isadora’s island the night of the wedding massacre.
Our lips were locked together in a farewell kiss, one which stated that we’d never be together, so long as there was Shadow.
Scrawled on the glossy picture, in red marker, were two simple words that ripped through me like a bullet.
Shadow knows.
#
Chapter Eight
Shadow
“Let me do all the talking,” Beau said. “Trust me, Braydon’s my brother. I know exactly how to deal with him.”
I suppose I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Beau and Braydon were blood after all.
“Fine, I’ll let you take the lead on this one,” I said. “You probably have a better chance striking up a deal with him than I would.”
“Great. I have a good feeling about this.” Beau placed one hand on the wooden door of the old brick building, an eloquent sign saying “Whiskey’s” displayed above the entrance. “You ready to go in?” he asked.
“Are we meeting your brother in a bar?”
Beau shook his head. “Not exactly.”
I noticed all the windows in the building were boarded up. The red flags in my head were at full mast. “What is this place?” I demanded to know.
The bastard grinned at me with a look screaming he was up to no good. “It’s a gentlemen’s establishment.”
“A strip club?”
“A brothel.”
I was really starting to question the mindsets of all the members of the new Midnight Society.
“Discussing these details of a secret operation in a brothel of all places isn’t the secluded environment I envisioned,” I stated.
“Well, when I set up our rendezvous, this was where Braydon wanted to meet.” Beau said. “I figure best let him arrange the time and place,
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