Lake's Reign

by A. E. D

  Like the other clubs, this one has a darkened hallway leading down a short walk before coming to a curtain. The deep bass sound beats throughout the lower level. There are two levels in this club, the first floor, the ground floor for the public with a bar to the left side of the room. Strobe lights and mirrored walls decorate the lower level. The second level consists of private booths and tables. Decorated in a black and navy-blue theme, blue lowlights line the ceiling while strobe lights flash across the crowd on the dance floor. I’ve heard about this club before but never visited. Even though this club is owned by a proper business man, people from my world do frequent this place. I know Mason has his own club and his ego is so big that he wouldn’t dare to enter someone else's cub. Not when he has his own. So, I don’t need to worry about being on the lookout for him. Even though I’m doing exactly that. Looking for someone like him.

  I make my way through the crowd, pushing the sweaty bodies aside to get to my destination.

  The bar.

  Ordering four shots of whiskey, I don’t wait long for them to appear in front of me. The bartender was more than eager to please me. The moment he saw me his attention shifted from the bottle blonde to me instantly. The woman huffed and continued to screech out her demands to the next bartender in sight. I threw back the four shots impressing the bartender who served me and the tall lanky guy beside me.

  At my usual club, I always go straight to the private levels since they know me as a V.I.P, but here I have to start from scratch. Which I don’t mind, I need to let go of some steam and focus on calming myself down from the emotions that brew inside of me. I’m not a big dancer but I know how to move. I love how the music seems to control my body when I let it. My body moves around sensually to the beat of the music, gaining everyone’s attention in the crowd. I feel a pair of hands grab my waist and moving me in time with them. Normally I would break the hands of any man who touches me but tonight is different. Tonight is about finding someone who can fill this new need I have inside of me. Swaying my hips against the crotch of the guy behind me, his grip on my waist tightens. He slowly pulls me against him, gluing our bodies together. We continue to dance sensually together to the beat of the music. When the song changes to a slower beat, I turn around slowly in his arms. It was like the universe heard me and sent me exactly what I was looking for. This guy was taller than six foot and fairly built. He’s not as big as Mason and his dark chocolate eyes aren’t like the ones I want to see but they will do for tonight.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Locking eyes with my mystery dancer, I can see lust burning bright through his dark eyes. With only having eyes for me, he doesn’t see the fuming blond heading straight for us. His hands continue to travel up and down my waist as he bites his lips, clearly wanting more than just a dance. I’m more than happy to comply. Just as my hands make contact with his muscled chest, I feel myself being pushed aside. Instantly my demons are pissed. They don’t like being interrupted, especially when they really want what this guy can give me. Since they can’t have what they really ache for, this guy will do, which means no interruptions.

  “Get your slutty hands off my boyfriend, bitch!” Being so close I can see her better. Her fake tits are pushed up extremely high in her tight silver sequined mini dress. Big dangly gold earrings reach her shoulders, jingling as she shakes from anger. Typical. She focuses her anger on me like I’m the bad guy when her boyfriend is the one who knew he had a girlfriend and still chose to dance with me. I see this all the time, people put the blame on the other person instead of the one in the wrong. But in this case, I didn’t care he had a girlfriend. I saw her the moment her boyfriend grabbed my waist. Her dull green eyes went wide and tears instantly formed. Her friends all crowded around her as she started crying. She then left to clean her face I presume because the black makeup smudges around her eyes are no longer there. Her strawberry blonde hair sticks to her sweaty forehead as her hands clenched into fists. I didn’t plan on getting into a fight tonight but if she won’t back off and realize the threat now, she won’t like what will happen.

  “You’re interrupting us.” I need her to fuck off real quick or else there will be blood. I look back up at her boyfriend whose eyes look like they’ve gotten darker with lust at my possessive comment. He clearly can’t give too shits if he’s not even bothering to look at her. He licks his lips for a second time before his eyes drop back down to my chest. I turn away from the whining girl to continue my trek up his chest with my hands while his hands go back to my waist like he’s in a trance. Once again, I’m pulled away from him.

  I will only warn her once.

  “Touch me again and I won’t stop until you’re choking on your own blood.” I say with a calm face. Her two friends behind her widen their eyes, obviously the only smart ones who can see the look on my face and determine that I’m telling the truth. But clearly the thick idiot in front of me can’t believe her boyfriend would ignore her.

  “Are you threatening me? Bobby! Why aren’t you defending me!” She stomps her foot on the ground like a child who's just been told no. I turn back to, who I now know as Bobby and grab his hand, leading him back through the crowd to the exit. Before we even take a step, I hear her friends trying to stop her from doing something stupid.

  “Brittany, don’t!” I turn in time to see her grab a bottle out of a random guys hand and swing it towards my face. In a span of a few seconds I grab her hand, twisting it behind her back. She instantly drops the bottle that breaks when it makes contact with the floor.

  “You should have listened.” I warn, speaking close to her ear. Feeling pissed off from her not getting the message already, I thought I’d send one she’d definitely get. I tug her arm back hard, hearing the satisfying pop from her shoulder. No noise escapes her mouth, not even taking a breath. With a sinister smile on my face, I look at her friends seeing their wide terrified eyes before turning around and taking Bobby’s hand in mine again. Oblivious to what just happened with his girlfriend, or should I say ex-girlfriend?

  Eh, whatever. His arms snake their way around my waist, pulling me against his muscled chest. I feel his hard-on press into the small of my back. The height difference between us makes him able to see over my head to the crowd, easily directing us to the back exit.

  Pushing through the door, we make our way down the dark and misty alley. A rat runs past us just as our lips finally collide. Too pumped up on adrenaline to care about our environment, I push him against the wall into the shadows of the alleyway. His hands instantly grab the back of my thighs, pulling me up and smashing my back against the rough brick wall in a quick turn. My mouth leaves his just as a throaty moan escapes me. I attack his neck, again leaving my marks of darkness on another willing victim. I hear him ruffle in his jeans pocket before pulling out his wallet. A second later I hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open. I take this opportunity to reach down and release him from the tight restrictions of his jeans. Making room between our close bodies, he reaches down, rolling the condom over the head of his member before the feeling of his warm hands make their way back up my legs, heading straight to my panty covered core. Pushing the stringed thong aside, he lines himself up, before pushing in slowly. He’s not the thickest I’ve ever had but his body type alone is enough to sate my hunger for tonight.

  After five minutes of his uneven thrusting, I’ve given up of imagining him being Mason. He can’t fulfill this growing need inside of me. The one that wants him to be the one holding me up, fucking me against the brick wall. My body wants him to be the one to bruise and scratch my back from the jagged edges of the rough bricks and he pounds away at my tiny body against his large one. But that’s just wishful thinking. Right now, I’m getting annoyed with hearing these bitchy grunts coming from the man whose inside me. Lifting my hand up, I place it against his mouth to shut him up. He’s really trying to make this experience shit. It was supposed to be good! Or at least fucking bearable.

  Not long a
fter he finishes with a moany grunt through my hand. Feeling unsatisfied I refrain from rolling my eyes as he peppers my face in kisses. He lowers me to the ground gently, allowing me to move my thong back in the right position before smoothing my dress back down my legs.

  “That was amazing.” For him maybe, I see why he was with that chick. They were both disappointing. Her to look at and him with his performance. Growing angry, pissed that this hunger inside of me hasn’t dulled at all. If anything, it’s just grown stronger, the need for Mason becoming a headache.

  How can my body want someone so badly?

  “Will you be here next week?” No, but I have the feeling if I say that then he won’t leave me alone. He’s already tried his best and if he feels like I’m not satisfied then he won’t stop until he can prove himself again. Bruised egos and all.

  “Maybe.” I give a shy smile. God, even I hate myself for doing that shit. I never smile. Well, rarely. Keenan just has that ability to make me smile, even when I don’t want too, but this guy isn’t Keenan.

  Finally, he gets the message and fucks off. Not before giving me a kiss on the cheek and disappearing back inside, puffing his chest up like he’s just won the best prize. I walk away, travelling further down the dark alleyway about to turn a corner when a voice catches my attention.

  “What was that about?” I’ve heard this voice before, he’s a client. Interest peeks up within me as I inch closer to the edge of the alleyway. Peaking around the corner, I see Miles Riker, a regular client of mine and his right-hand man, Porter.

  “Mason fucking King. He wants the number for The Handler. He offered to pay millions for her number but there’s no way in hell he’s getting it.” Every hair stands up on my body. Just his name has every cell in my body vibrating. Anger starts pulsing through my body. One of my most important rules is privacy. No one gives out my information except for me. If someone wants my services then I will be in contact. Not the other way around. All thoughts of wanting Mason go out the window the moment his name was said. He won’t ever give up, will he?

  “Why the hell does he want her number?” Porter says confused. Everyone knows what Mason is like. A big man child who thinks he can get anything he wants.

  “He wants her. I told him he can go and get fucked.” Miles said in anger and slight worry. A smirk graces my face. I like knowing people fear me, it makes my job that much easier. I don’t need to instill fear into my clients if they already fear me.

  “What did he say then?” Porter asked the question I was wanting to hear. I didn’t have to wait long until my plans for the night were sealed.

  “He said if I didn’t tell him then he’s going to ask Xavier.” Ah, Xavier. I know him. A little rat in this business that doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. If Mason gets to him first then he will succeed in finding me.

  I can’t have that.

  ✧✧✧

  After leaving the club with all the information I needed, I headed to Xavier's. He didn’t live too far from the club I was at, so I made my way straight to his. Now standing in the shadows outside his apartment, I lay in wait for the time to strike. I need him alone for what I’m about to do. I can’t have Mason finding him and asking him any type of question because Xavier will sell me out for the first million that’s offered. The reason he’s never sold me out, yet, is because no one’s ever asked around personally for me before. Usually if someone wants my services, they ask someone who already hires me. Then I get in contact with them after doing my own background search of potential clients. If they seem reliable enough, then they get me. If not, then that’s their fault.

  Half an hour later I decide to strike. Walking up to his front door, I knock and wait. Glad I’m dressed up because he’s a well-known man whore, which is a typical trait for the men in my world. So, there’s no way he’ll turn me away. I just need to get inside first before I do anything. I really don’t feel like cleaning up witnesses tonight.

  “What?!” He asks but instantly stops when the door flies open, revealing my recently fucked self. His eyes trail up and down my body, feasting on my appearance.

  “Sorry to bother you sir, but my phone died and I need to call an Uber. Would I be able to use your phone?” I say in a sickly-sweet voice. I can already see the fire burn in his eyes. Lust, a man's biggest weakness. It clouds their minds, stopping them from seeing clearly, from seeing a threat.

  “Of course, beautiful. Come in.” He pulls the door open and steps aside, but not enough for me to enter his place without rubbing up against his body. I was going to do this nice and easy but he’s quickly pissing me off. I hear the door close behind me before the heat of his body encases my own.

  I never said he was a nice guy. He’s the type of guy that wouldn’t care if he had to force his way with a woman.

  I turn around slowly, meeting his dull brown eyes. He looks me up and down appreciatively. I look down and notice he’s tucked a gun in the band of his pants. Just what I was looking for. I widen my eyes, pretending to be scared.

  “You scared of guns, baby?” He asks, seeing me eye the gun wearily. This is the perfectly opportunity to play on his small-minded brain.

  “N..no. I’ve never held a gun before.” I say, pretending to be nervous while rubbing my arm. A smirk appears on his face, clearly thinking he’s the one in control.

  How wrong he is.

  “Would you like to hold it?” I nervously nod my head while looking down at the ground. I can’t stand acting like this but I just need to hold out a little longer until he gives me the gun.

  He pulls the gun out of his waistband and steps forward, flicking the safety on first. I raise my slightly shaky hand up slowly, holding it out flat for him to place the gun in.

  “Careful, baby. These aren’t toys.” He says placing the gun in my hand as one of his rests against my waist. I let out a girly giggle before my fingers wrap around the handle of the gun. I can’t believe how fucking stupid this guy is! He literally just met me and he’s already giving me his gun.

  Men.

  Letting out a sinister laugh I look up at him, pointing the gun straight at his head before flicking the safety off.

  Now it’s time to play.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Whoa, whoa, what the fuck, girl!” He steps back quickly while trying to keep a calm look on his face but the look in his eyes tells me he’s worried.

  “I need information.” I say stoically. Gone is the cute little shy girl. The real me is out and she wants to play. Being egged on by my demons never helps in situations like this. They make me want to get things bloody. But I don’t have the time tonight, I need to be in and out. I don’t know how much time I have before Mason makes a visit.

  “What? Look, just put the gun down and we can sort this out. Nice and calm.” He tries to bargain, eyes continuing to flick down to the gun and back at me.

  “What do you know about, The Handler?” I will only ask this once. I never like to repeat myself and if I have too, well, things get complicated.

  “Why the fuck do you want to know about that?” No longer holding his hands out in front, they lay clenched in anger against his sides. It seems like all the worry he had about the gun pointed at his head is gone, now replaced with anger.

  “Has Mason King asked you about The Handler?” I just need to know if I’m not too late. I don’t know how desperate he is to find me but if he’s already asking around for me then I can only assume it won’t be long until he’s here. If he hasn’t been already.

  “No. Why the fuck do you want to know!?” He yells. I tilt my head slightly, trying to figure out who the fuck this guy thinks he is yelling at the person who holds a gun to his head. He starts to shake in anger as he rises to his full height from his lazy slouched position. It doesn’t take much for men in this industry to tower over me. They see this short, tiny girl and automatically think they can over power me. Stepping up close, so close that the barrel of the gun touches his chest, he pushes against the
gun, expecting me to waver. I let out a breathy laugh as I smirk. I like the confidence he has but it will be of no use to save him tonight.

  “I want to know what you know about me.” I ask, raising an eyebrow in question. He gasps, mouth dropping open as he realizes who it is that’s in front of him.

  “Holy fuck.” Yep, he knows. Damn that’s an ego boost.

  “Do you have information about me written anywhere.” I need to wipe every trace of me from Xavier's life. Knowing that when Mason gets here, he will thoroughly search this home for anything, even a crumb.

  He takes a deep breath in and composes himself. He nods once and gestures his head towards the living room. Without taking my eyes off him, I watch him slowly turn around and walk into the living room. He heads towards the couch where his laptop sits on the coffee table in front. He continues to walk evenly towards the table at a slow, composed pace. I look down at the table and realize there’s another gun sitting beside the laptop. I look back up just in time to see Xavier looking over his shoulder before he looks back and makes a run towards the table with the intention of grabbing the gun. Without thinking, I dive for him, tackling him straight to the ground. His arm tries to reach up and grab the gun off the table but I quickly crawl across his back and push the gun away from his reach. He starts bucking beneath me trying to throw me off like an enraged bull. He succeeds in throwing me to the side making me headbutt the table. I feel warm liquid spill down my head into my right eye. With one eye squinted, I gain control on top of him again just as he starts to get up. Looking for something, anything that can help me kill this prick, I try my luck with the gun again. Applying pressure to a pressure point on the side of his neck, he drops back down in pain from the quick jab. With only seconds to move I reach for the gun. As soon as my fingers wrap around the handle of the gun, he suddenly bucks up, going onto all fours with me hanging off his back. Wrapping one arm around his neck to suffocate him, I fight his other hand off as he tries to take the gun from me. Swinging my legs around to wrap around his waist, I push the heels of my shoes into his groin. Using every ounce of strength I have to crush his dick, I take his moment of panic to loosen my hold around his neck and grab the cushion off the couch, quickly putting it against the back of his head. I push the gun into the pillow as fast as I can and pull the trigger, muffling the gunshot sound. His body drops down beneath me as I tumble over the top of him trying to untangle my legs before he reaches the floor. Letting out a strained breath, I wipe the blood that’s flooded my eye from the deep gash on my forehead. That was a lot more hassle than it needed to be.