Wearing a scowl, she marched over to me. “I know how to use a knife you jackass.” I smirked at that maybe I liked being called an ass more than my own name, or maybe I just liked to see the fire in her eyes when she said it. “I just don’t know where to put it, I don’t exactly have pockets and I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Shit!” My cursing had everything to do with the fact that I was imagining her topless and nothing to do with the problem of no hiding place. “Are you…” I shouldn’t have brought her. It was a giant mistake. “Are you wearing underwear?”
Her cheeks pinked a bit before she gave me a jerky nod.
“Thank God.” And I meant it. I grabbed the knife from her hands and knelt in front of her. “Don’t move.”
She stilled.
I reached under her dress, my right hand grazed her thigh, when I came into contact with whatever lacy thing she was wearing I almost ripped them with my fingers then imagined doing the same thing with my teeth.
She trembled from my touch.
I fought like hell to keep myself from doing something neither of us could take back as I fumbled with the closed knife and very carefully opened it slightly to fold it over the side of her underwear near her thigh, she would have to be careful but at least it was hidden.
The knife was secure.
But my brain was having a hell of a time trying to convince my hands to move away from her hot skin.
I gripped her ass with both hands, moaned, pressing my face between her thighs as I took a deep breath and just existed.
And when she ran her hands over my head, her fingers digging into my scalp, playing with my hair.
I almost died a thousand deaths.
Finally, painfully, I moved my hands and stood.
We were chest to chest, her breathing about as erratic as mine and I wondered if I pressed my palm to the skin on her chest, would her heart be beating as wild? Would it match the cadence of mine? Would it matter?
I took a step back and held out my hand. “Use the knife if you have to.”
“Okay,” she said, voice weak.
We walked in silence all the way back to The Spot.
A guy waited at the door, he must have recognized me from the night before because he let us both in.
Music pumped through the room.
The damn thrones were back in their spots.
Alcohol was everywhere.
And so were drugs.
“Think we found the cocaine and heroin,” I whispered against her hair before gripping her hand and weaving us further into the crowds.
People were draped around each other, pressing each other against walls, drinking, partying.
It was basically an all-night orgy.
Only the guys on the thrones had guns.
And everyone seemed to be performing for them.
Like a giant fucked up circus act for their entertainment.
At the bottom of the stairs there were two couples going at it pretty hot and heavy only to stop when Andrei pointed his gun at them and told them to move out of the way.
Once El and I reached the top I could see better. A few card tables were set up behind the thrones, people played, gambled, probably lost their parents’ fortunes, owed each other favors.
Eagle Elite politics never stayed within the school walls, these students would grow up to be leaders around the world, leaders who owed so many tiny little favors who held secrets as their power, it was a dangerous game to encourage.
And it made someone like Andrei very powerful.
One of the chairs nearest him was empty.
I sat, and tugged El onto my lap.
“Didn’t think you would make it, Nicolasi.” Andrei sounded bored, then again, he’d seen too much to be entertained by mere kids making out in front of him and getting high.
It wasn’t our world.
He knew that as much as I did.
This wasn’t shocking.
Death was shocking.
It was our reality.
So when a freshman got in a fight with a senior and didn’t even draw blood, I kind of understood the boredom.
“Where did you get the drugs?” I asked a few minutes after the fight as El stilled on my lap.
Ivan was the one who answered. “Drugs are drugs, does it matter?”
“It matters if each of you are getting a cut and I’m not,” I said plainly.
Andrei chuckled. “Needing some money are you?”
“You know how it works,” I shrugged. “It’s never enough, besides, I thought you knew?”
He turned his face to me.
“I’m not a boss.”
His smile fell. “Not yet.”
“Maybe never, I have to prove myself, like I said, you know how it works.”
Maksim and Ivan shared a look before Andrei nodded at them, they walked off.
“Why don’t you send your girl away while we talk business?”
El stood and then leaned over and kissed me on the neck. “See you later.”
“Incredible.” Andrei snorted. “In all the years that whore spread her legs for Xavier, I never saw him kiss her — though I saw other things…” He laughed. The bastard laughed.
Keeping my anger under control was turning into an impossibility, especially where El was concerned.
“I used to hear her screams,” he said casually. “He loved to take her from behind—”
I stood, pulled my gun and pointed it at his temple. “I don’t hesitate, and I don’t give second chances, say any more shit about my girl and your bloody hand print’s going to be next.”
He held up his hands and laughed. “I’m sorry did the truth offend you?”
“Not at all,” I said coolly. “It was the way you said it — you don’t disrespect what’s mine.”
“Not yours yet,” he answered back, calm as shit. “Am I right? She’s not even truly under your protection, I see no ring on her finger, I see no Italian name attached to her. Until then, she’s fair game, you know how it works. What happens when she’s alone? When your gun isn’t here to protect her? I’ll tell you what happens… the past repeats itself, besides.” He grinned. “She’s tasted Mother Russia, what the hell would she go back to Little Italy?”
The only reason I didn’t shoot him was because I needed him for information.
I jerked the gun away and sat.
“You’ve got balls,” Andrei said. “I like that.”
“You like my balls. I don’t swing that way.”
He stopped smirking, nostrils flared. “You want in on the drugs you have to do me a favor.”
It was what I needed.
More information.
To dive deeper in to whatever operation they had and break it from the inside out.
“Depends on the favor.”
His eyes trained on El. “I want her.”
“No.” I shrugged. “Pick a new favor.”
“You didn’t let me finish.”
I wasn’t going to like this.
I knew it in my gut.
I really shouldn’t have brought her.
“She has a tattoo on her arm, she’s been branded,” He pointed to his forearm. “I want you to run a knife across it — she is no longer allowed to wear our bloody crown. And you know how these things work.” His cold eyes met mine. “Blood must always be spilled. A life for a life. You spill her blood, you do it now, and you’re in.”
“How much are we talking?”
“We have a silent partner.” He shrugged. “They get seventy we get thirty until we are in full operation again, the school protects us from the feds, and they funnel everything through their own operation. We come off clean. It won’t get traced to you. Your cut’s ten mill.”