Nix. (Den of Mercenaries Book 3)

by London Miller

  Luna was dangerously close to tears as her face burned, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

  “Stupid little whore. One would think you would try to please me, but if you want it hard sweetheart, that’s all you had to say.”

  He stepped out of her view, but he wasn’t gone for long before he was back with a wickedly sharp knife in hand. He held it up for her to see, making her still in her frantic movements to get away.

  “Fight me on this and your binds won’t be the only thing cut.”

  Even as her body rebelled at the idea of remaining rooted in place, Luna forced herself to stay perfectly still as he used the knife to cut through the ropes around her arms, but despite his words, she did find herself wincing every time he nicked her skin.

  Once he was finished, he tossed the blade well across the room, then grabbed hold of a chain that was affixed to one of the legs of his desk and snapped the cuff around her ankle.

  It had only been a matter of seconds before she was caught, the steel around her ankle preventing her from getting more than a foot away from the desk.

  “A pretty little thing, you are. I always like it when they fight—it’s why I’ve removed the rope” he said almost reverently, and this time when he touched her, she didn’t lash out at him, already afraid of what would happen if she did. “I wonder what you feel like. Are you soft and ready for me?”

  A whimper crawled up her throat when he reached for her again, the grip he had on her face so tight that he was pressing the delicate skin of the inside of her cheeks against her teeth. But that pain she could withstand, it was when his other hand started fumbling with her pants that she felt real panic.

  “Stop it,” she said slapping at his hands.

  “You’re a virgin, no?” he asked with a little laugh. “I’d bet my fortune on you having the tightest pussy I’ve felt in months.”

  She punched at him, scratched, slapped, and did everything else in her power to get him off of her. Her screams, God the way she fucking screamed until her voice was hoarse, but he didn’t stop, merely laughed in the face of her fear and pain as he shoved two fingers into her body without the slightest hesitation.

  Shattering glass drew Luna from the memory.

  At first, she thought Kit had done it with his hand, but as she trained her gaze on him, she realized the glass had broke when he’d set it on the table.

  There was no mistaking the thinly veiled fury in his gaze mingled with disgust. Her original thoughts about him and his business with Lawrence had obviously been wrong if this was how he reacted.

  Now she was seeing the truth.

  Kit let out a string of curses as he dried his hands with his napkin, then went about cleaning up the broken glass. “That night, did he …”

  He didn’t finish, and from his expression, she thought that he didn’t want to ask the question—as though he were the one that didn’t want the answer.

  “Not that night, no.”

  He had made it a week.

  A week of mentally torturing her and physically bruising her before he robbed her of her virginity and stripped her of her dignity.

  “I’m sorry,” Kit said, with such conviction that Luna was blinking at him.

  For a man that hadn’t seemed to feel anything moments before, he now seemed affected by what she had just shared.

  She wondered if someone close to him had suffered this way, or whether she had been the first.

  “You don’t have to apologize,” she said softly. It wasn’t as though it had been him to hurt her.

  Before he could ask her anything else, she bit a slice of toast, not really tasting the food as she tried to give herself a moment to center herself and banish thoughts of Lawrence again.

  But Kit wasn’t done, and even if he looked uncomfortable, he still looked to her and asked, “If you want to continue, I’m listening. If you want to wait, I understand.”

  She thought on her answer long and hard, and despite wanting to drop the subject, she decided it would be better to just finish now.

  Get it over with.

  It would be better to rip the band-aid off in one go as opposed to gradually peeling it off.

  As she began to speak, she couldn’t tell who was more upset about what she was saying—her or Kit.

  Chapter Seven

  Luna was beginning to realize that time at the château passed remarkably slowly, or perhaps it was because she was ready to get on with the mysterious training that she couldn’t think of anything else.

  Two weeks had finally passed, and in that time, she hadn’t seen very much of Kit outside of their new daily routine of eating together. At first, she had thought it out of necessity, that he wanted to speak with her more about what she was going to be doing, and her time with Lawrence.

  Though he hadn’t reacted well to their first conversation, he had kept himself in careful check through all the others.

  And despite her original assumption, she did feel better talking about it—purging it, as Kit said.

  But after a while, they no longer spoke of training, Uilleam, or Lawrence, rather he asked about her life before that, when she was just a girl with dreams of something more than the little town she grew up in.

  “What did you want to be?” Kit had asked, voice gone soft as he asked.

  She now wondered if he did it on purpose, changing his tone in a way that made her want to answer whatever he asked—she found she could listen to him talk for hours. There was never any doubt in her mind that he was actually listening.

  “I don’t know,” Luna had answered, “I just know I wanted to be something more than I was.”

  She couldn’t think of any one thing she had wanted to do for the rest of her life. Maybe an artist? But Luna had always dreamed of different lives that she could lead.

  She wanted to be a dreamer, but now, she wasn’t quite sure what she would become.

  But she never used her family’s names—those details she wanted to keep to herself for now.

  Kit didn’t pry, accepting whatever she freely gave. Luna soon looked forward to their meals, enjoying their conversations, but very soon, she had grown bored outside of the time they spent together.

  With nothing to do, Luna started venturing around the château on her own. The guards rarely spoke a word to her, and the Wild Bunch were always in and out, so she was left unbothered.

  And it was in her search that she found Kit’s library.

  A library.

  Books as far as her eyes could see, the masculine tones of the space prominent in the mahogany wood fitted to the walls, shelves, and stuffed armchairs.

  Venturing further into the room, her fingers had danced over the spines of several books, reading them as she went.

  There were all sorts, like the classics such as Dorian Grey and a few by Jane Austen, but there were also rows of encyclopedias and tome-like books with lettering she couldn’t read.

  And these were all just by the door—she had yet to make it around the entire room.

  Grabbing one of the first she saw, she thumbed through the pages, gaze drifting over words she didn’t understand. But she was fascinated by the scrawling letters and symbols.

  It wasn’t long before she was losing herself in that room and within the pages of books, escaping her own reality to sink into another.

  It was here that Kit found her, but this time she wasn’t curled in a chair reading one of the many books that lined the walls, rather she was studying a shadowbox that hung on a wall and the two instruments inside it.

  To her, they just looked like … sticks. Just plain ordinary sticks that didn’t seem special in any way. But they had to be, she thought, since he had gone through the trouble of hanging them there.

  “They belonged to my father.”

  Luna had gotten used to Kit moving silently and showing up when she least expected it, so for once, she didn’t jump at his sudden appearance behind her. She held up the instruments, familia
rizing herself with the weight of them.

  “They look like very fancy sticks.”

  His smile was rueful. “They’re called escrima sticks.”

  Plucking one from her hands, he did a rather cool maneuver where he moved the wood between his fingers, letting it spin around his hand before he caught it again.

  “Useful if you know what you’re doing with them.”

  “Will I learn how to use these?” she asked.

  “If that’s what you want.”

  Smiling at him, she was lost in his gray eyes a moment before she blinked and came back to herself. “Were you looking for me?”

  “I was. There’s someone you need to meet.”

  Frowning, she asked, “Who?”

  “Your future handler.”

  She didn’t think anything had ever sounded more ominous.

  “And who’s that … exactly?”

  “His name is Zachariah, most in the Den call him Z.”

  “What does being a handler entail?”

  “In most cases, he oversees training at the compound, and assigns jobs to the those that accept the contract. And he’s usually the one to find the mercenaries that are brought into the Den.” He glanced down at her with a curious look. “You were a special case.”

  As Kit swept through the doors of his office, Luna at his heels, she came face to face with Z.

  A trainer of mercenaries …

  Luna was expecting a big guy, one that looked like he had been in the American Marines for thirty years with the haircut to prove it, but what she found was a rather average-sized man with a stern expression and hair as white as snow, though he couldn’t have been no older than his late forties.

  He studied her in that way Kit always did, but his felt more assessing, and whatever he saw in her, she thought he found it lacking.

  “Zachariah, meet Luna—I’m sure Uilleam has told you all about her.”

  She glanced at Kit, wondering just how much Uilleam had said, but the man’s expression didn’t change. Whether he was impressed or not, he didn’t let it reflect on his face.

  “You’re what all the fuss is about?” he asked, though there was nothing mean behind his words. “Let’s hope you amount to something.”

  Luna’s mouth gaped slightly, too surprised to say anything before he was looking back to Kit.

  Sometimes it amazed him that of all the men in the Runehart lineage, Kit seemed to be the only one capable of manners.

  Usually it was Uilleam he needed to keep in line, but his uncle seemed to be in a right state, and seemed ready to take it out on Luna.

  For the second time in as many weeks, Kit was forcing a smile as he looked to the girl that continued to baffle him. “Luna, if you would excuse us a moment.”

  A curious look crossed her face before she was leaving the room. He was supposed to be introducing her after all, and only offering her name wasn’t much of anything.

  “Uilleam finds humor in being rude,” Kit said, still looking toward the door Luna had left out of. “I didn’t know you were the same.”

  “When I’m made to take a flight on forty-eight hours notice to meet a trainee that’s technically not a trainee, I’m rude.” Zachariah leveled a look on him that demanded answers. “I thought you decided against delving into your brother’s affairs?”

  He had.

  And it had been a decision he hadn’t made lightly.

  Uilleam hadn’t always been the Kingmaker, the criminal mastermind behind some of the greatest scandals in the world. Once, he had been just a boy searching for love from a tyrant that was incapable of feeling such things. It took years of nurturing the darker urges inside of him that Uilleam had finally changed to the point that he was no longer the innocent child he had once been.

  Most days, Kit wasn’t sure what he was.

  But it hadn’t mattered, because Kit loved him dearly, and despite not agreeing with nearly every decision Uilleam made, he often found himself cleaning up his messes when the time called for it.

  Watch after your brother, their mother had always instructed him with narrowed eyes, as though she thought he was too daft to understand what she was saying. But if there was nothing else he shared with the woman that gave birth to him, he shared her love for his younger brother.

  For a while, Kit had blindly allowed his brother to do as he pleased, not caring as long as it didn’t affect his work back when he was with the Lotus Society.

  But after one particular incident that left twelve people dead and buried in unmarked graves, Kit had finally decided that enough was enough and it was time for him to walk away. And to ensure he could do this with as little fallout as possible, he burned the only connection that connected their two businesses—literally.

  It had also grown rather tiresome having the legion of enemies Uilleam possessed constantly trying to see not only the man dead, but anyone that did business with him.

  Which usually included Kit.

  “It’s complicated,” Kit finally answered as he blew out a breath.

  And it was, because like so many times in the past, when Uilleam came to him for a favor, he had a hard time saying no.

  Now weeks later, he was partly glad he had agreed to Uilleam’s request.

  Luna was, in her own way, fascinating to him.

  “Is it?” Zachariah asked rubbing his bushy mustache. “Would that complication have anything to do with that girl that left out of here?”

  “Not necessarily.”

  Though she did made up a significant part.

  Zachariah sighed. “Whatever Uilleam has planned, I don’t think you should be getting in the middle of it. It’s one thing going up against enemies we know, it’s an entirely different matter when it’s ones you don’t. Your brother’s going to be the death of me.”

  Uilleam would be the death of them all if they weren’t careful.

  “I’ll keep an eye on what’s he doing and try to find out anything on what he has planned. If it’s something worth knowing, I’ll inform you.”

  “And the girl?” Zachariah asked.

  “I’ll train her as I said. She may be weak in body, but her mind is another matter.” She wasn’t folding just yet, and that showed promise. “Once I think she’s ready for you, I’ll send her to the compound for your final approval.”

  His uncle grunted his affirmation before getting to his feet. “I’ll see you in a month’s time.”

  “She won’t be ready by then,” Kit said. “How you manage to cram years worth of study into such a short period of time, I’ll never know.”

  Some of the mercenaries that came out of the Den were highly skilled, though green when it came to the savage parts of their jobs. Often, Kit didn’t think they were ready to see field time—it had taken him more than a year before he was even given his first assignment.

  “When do you expect to be ready then?” Zachariah asked. “You can save me unnecessary trips.”

  “Six months at the earliest.” There was a lot of ground to cover.

  Laughing, Zachariah shook his head. “Uilleam is not going to like that.”

  Kit shrugged. “You’ve often told me I shouldn’t concern myself with Uilleam’s feelings—why start now?”

  Chapter Eight

  Luna didn’t see Kit again after Zachariah came, though the man didn’t stay very long. He had disappeared as quickly as the other man had, making Luna wonder where he had gone.

  When had she begun to miss him?

  Luna didn’t fully understand that this was the emotion she was feeling, not at first. She attributed it to melancholy, her desire to start training.

  But, she soon realized that wasn’t the case because Aidra soon requested that she start exercising with The Wild Bunch. At first, that had been enough to deter her interest for a bit, but not long enough that she was no longer thinking about Kit.

  It wasn’t until she found herself glancing out the windows every few hours, thinking that Kit would shop up at any moment.


  She missed him.

  Missed seeing him every morning for breakfast.

  Missed finding him down in the gym or the pool as he worked out.

  And worse, he hadn’t been gone very long, not even a week.

  Pathetic.

  There were more important things to be worrying about—mainly the training that still hadn’t really started rather than where he was.

  Already, her mind had seized on different ideas about what the training would consist of, but thoughts wouldn’t live up to the real thing, she knew.

  But until Kit was ready …

  As had become her custom, she was tucked away in the library when Kit finally returned, finding her in her usual spot.

  There was something different about him—maybe it was the way he walked, with a sort of confidence that couldn’t be ignored. He didn’t stop until he was close enough to lean against the chair she sat in.

  There was a touch of a smile on his lips as he asked, “Would you like a gift?”

  Sometimes, Kit said things that caught her off guard, but she was generally able to find an answer. This time, he’d stumped her. “Sorry?”

  “A gift—would you like one? I can’t imagine you’ve had many over the last three years. If you’d like, you can consider it an early birthday present.”

  “Thanks, but why are you giving me a gift.”

  He had a gentle expression as he said, “I could say it has something to do with your training, but that wouldn’t be entirely true, would it? My motives are completely selfish.”

  Luna almost laughed. “Kit, you’re not making any sense.”

  “Then let me show you.”

  He offered her his hand, palm side up.

  Kit didn’t force her to take it, nor did he ask her to, merely stood there and waited as though he knew the inevitable.

  After the briefest of hesitations where she wondered just what kind of gift he had for her, she took his hand.

  Luna stayed a couple steps behind him even as she kept hold of his hand, following him out of the library and down two flights of stairs until they were walking alongside the pool towards a hidden archway that she hadn’t noticed until now.