by V L Peters
Dora nodded her head, in what seemed like approval, as she looked me up and down. ‘’You’ll do. Take a seat,’’ she told me nodding towards the table, ‘’I’ve got some beef stew on the stove. I’ll expect you’ll want some?’’ she asked Alex with a smile as he pulled out a chair for the both of us.
‘’Of course, you know that’s the only reason I come here,’’ he called out to her as she started filling the bowls she’d laid out in front of herself ‘’To see your beautiful self and eat your divine food,’’ he told her with a cheeky grin which lit up his whole face.
‘’That charm will get you in trouble one day,’’ she told him with a smile lighting up her plump rosy face, while waving the wooden spoon in her hand, towards him. I sat there in silence as I listened to their batter. The two and throw of it. It kind of reminded me of family. My male cousins had the gift of the gab, just as it appeared Alex did.
‘’So you’re the witch that everyone’s talking about?’’ an ugly voice came from the side of me.
That one question stopped all the friendly banter, and everyone stilled around me. Seven pairs of eyes waited for my reaction. I turned towards the voice; it was one of the women who’d been helping Dora. Her long blond hair was loosely tied back, her lips were full with bright red lipstick, her eyes dark blue and tall with a willowy figure. She stood there staring at me, with loathing, looking at me as if I’d just run over her pet cat, not again, I groaned. This was getting beyond a joke.
‘’Well, I must be if that’s what you’ve been told,’’ I replied as I gave Dora a smile, with a thank you, as she placed the bowl of stew in front of me.
‘’Well,’’ she huffed, her attitude towards me stunk, her face was all screwed up as if she’d just sucked a lemon ‘’are you a witch?’’ she demanded. Everyone was waiting with bated breath for my reply.
‘’Julie don’t be questioning the poor girl, just leave it be,’’ Dora told her, shaking her head. Frowning at her, as if sending her a warning.
‘’Its fine,’’ I assured Dora with a smile, as I sat there looking at everyone in the room. Meeting their gaze as I went from one to the other. I had nothing to hide in that way, not now. ‘’yes, I’m what you would call a witch, as are my family,’’ I told her meeting her eyes.
‘’Witches are not welcomed here,’’ Julie informed me with a curl on her lips slamming her cup onto the wooden table, spilling her hot drink. Disgust in her eyes, the hate she had no problem in showing to everyone in the room written clearly across her face,
‘’why are you here anyway? I know there is no way Lucien would let you stay,’’ she informed me, his name falling from her lips as if she was licking a lolly pop. She carried on not giving me a chance to even answer her ‘’where did you come from?’’ she spat out, grinding her teeth together, making her sound as if she was interrogating me, her chest heaving.
The way she was carrying on was just ridiculous, there was jealously in her voice. It made me wonder if she’d had some sort of carnal knowledge. There was a hint to it in her voice. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I’d bet fifty quid that I’d be one hundred percent right. Not only that, she had that smugness about her that said. Yes, I fucked, Lucien Sinclair, bitch. I had a feeling that I was going to find out that he’d fucked half of the women I was going to run into. I mean, it sounded more and more like he was a man whore and someone I needed to avoid as much as possible. Which logically, wasn’t going to happen. I couldn’t avoid him, I needed to keep in contact to keep updated about what was happening. Any information he found, I needed to know.
Bloody hell …. I was so screwed.
It seemed everyone in the room held their breath waiting for my reply, I felt Alex shift in the chair beside me. I could feel how uncomfortable he was and the anger rising from him.
‘’I don’t particularly care what you feel or want,’’ I told her with a shrug of my shoulders, as I stirred my stew, keeping any sign of emotion from my voice and face ‘’I’m here on Lucien’s request and as long he wants me here, or until I choose to leave, then here I’ll be staying,’’ I finished off by taking a mouth full of the stew. I wasn’t going to tell her why I was here, if Lucien had wanted them to know I was sure he’d inform them.
‘’Julie stop being a fucking bitch. Scarlett’s right Lucien wants her here,’’ Alex told her through gritted teeth, barely holding onto his temper. You could feel the tension in the room rising. ‘’And if you want to keep your job and your body in one peace, I’d suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself and your mouth shut. That goes for anyone else who thinks what they say matters,’’ he paused looking at every single one in the room, not backing down, meeting their gazes causing their eyes to drop ‘’Of course if anyone agrees with what Julie’s saying, you can always seek out Lucien and fill him in on what your thoughts are. I am sure he’d be very ……… interested’’
‘’Now, now Alex, we don’t want any of that, I’m sure Julie didn’t mean anything in what she was saying,’’ Dora laughed, turning to shoot daggers at Julie. Her displease plain for all to see, while trying to lighten the atmosphere in the room at the same time.
‘’Certain people just need to learn to keep their mouths bloody shut,’’ he turned to Dora frowning, before turning to once again to staring at Julie. With narrowed eyes as he told her ‘’if Lucien didn’t want her here then she wouldn’t be. He has his reasons. Reasons no one needs to know about.’’
I decided to tune myself out on the rest of their conversation, it was obvious I wasn’t going to be welcomed here, especially by Julie, who was another person I planned to avoid. No, it wasn’t a good feeling knowing that you weren’t liked for any reason, other than being a witch. I wondered out of all of them sitting here now, had had any sort of contact with a witch and I didn’t mean me! I wasn’t used to someone hating me, it wasn’t something I had really come across before. Then, most didn’t know that we were witches, it’s not something we would even think of mentioning. We didn’t go around telling ever Tom, Dick and Alice. I didn’t really mix with anyone else outside my family unit, coven or the few close friends I had. The rest of my family were the same.
‘If you’ve finished with your stew,’’ With a start I realised that Alex was standing beside me, with a look of apology written across his face ‘’I’ll walk you back to your room. Hopefully, the things you requested will now be waiting for you,’’
I walked out with a goodbye to everyone, all except one replied I could feel her blue eyes shooting daggers at me as I left. At that moment I wished I were a fly on one of the walls, I could just imagine what was going to be said now we had left.
Well that went down well, not. It was obvious I wasn’t going to make many friends while here. I shrugged it off I had more important things to deal with. I just hoped that it didn’t take Lucien long in locating Megan. I really didn’t want to stay here longer than necessary. Plus, with my family arriving I had to plan something of some sort. I had no doubt that their welcome was going to be just as cold as mine.
I just hoped Aria wasn’t going to make an appearance.
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CHAPTER TEN
LUCIEN
Half hour after leaving Scarlett
I went over the conversation that I’d had earlier with Aria, after I’d escorted her out of the room, we had left Scarlett in. It pulled me into the memory of what had happened. It wasn’t one of enjoyment.
She hadn’t liked the fact that I wouldn’t let her anywhere near the witch. She was mine; I wasn’t ready to share her and if I were being truthful with myself, I wasn’t going to let another soul touch her. Having that one taste had me craving her again. I’d hoped that craving I had felt would pass. It hadn’t.
‘’You are going to keep her here?’’ it hadn’t been a question more of a statement, a demand, as she’d looked at me. Standing there waiting for my answer.
I’d seen her expression change as I’d answered her, she might not ha
ve realised it, but I had seen it on her face. It was one of displeasure and annoyance. The ‘yes’ I’d given her hadn’t been what she’d been expecting.
‘’How long?’’ she asked me as she pressed her body against mine, running her long fingers down my chest.
‘’How long what?’’ I threw back, I was not one to be questioned, and many didn’t dare to even try. Aria was one of the exceptions, it was something I tended to allow. If she went too far then I had no problem in putting her in her place.
‘’How long are you going to keep her here?’’ she signed, irritated, as if she were talking to a child.
I couldn’t tell Aria the truth; she wouldn’t like it. I knew the minute I’d set eyes on Scarlett. I wanted her. I had been avoiding her, but as each day had passed, the more I needed to see her again, to feast myself on her body. I needed another taste; she was turning into an addiction I couldn’t stop or deny. My demon was still demanding for me to seek her out, to take what was ours. Even though I’d only left her not more than half an hour ago. My Demon was telling me to stop denying what we both craved.
‘’Are you planning something that you haven’t told me about,’’ she asks with curiosity, running one of her fingers down my chest, stopping at the top of my trousers. In the past I had always informed her of my plans, now I only told her what I wanted her to know. I had to find out who was her little informant was. Who out of those I trusted, were giving away my secrets to her, ‘’what, my love, are you going to do with her?’’ she demanded.
I ignored her first question, as I swiftly caught her by the wrist closing my fingers tightly around it, she’d been going for my cock and balls, I was all for foreplay, but now wasn’t the time ‘’I haven’t thought that far ahead,’’ I reply, making sure that the tone of my voice, puts an end to any of her questions. I put her arm around her back and bringing her tight up against my body.
I pull myself out of the memory that was running around in my mind. Aria was becoming a major problem, a problem I knew I would have to deal with sooner, rather than later. I have enough issues to deal with, without her adding to the equation.
Scarlett, when had I began to start calling her by her first name and why did I think she was mine? She was fucking with my head. She had mesmerised me and I planned to find out how, I had every intention of showing her around the club, I wanted to see her reaction. There was more to my club that many didn’t get to see and I wanted to see her response first hand. I hadn’t lied when I’d said I had an appointment, well appointment wasn’t quite the right wording to use. There was another pain in the ass I had to deal with, Eddie Marshal, was a problem. One I had to deal with ……. quickly. He’d been an annoying bug for much longer than I normally would allow, and it had been brought to my attention that he hadn’t started to pay back the money he’d borrowed. It was something I couldn’t overlook anymore. I’d already given him two warnings, something I didn’t intently do, but I’d made an exception with him. One I now regretted. It was never a good thing to mix business with pleasure. I’d fucked his two older daughters several times, they had satisfied an itch. Even my demon had loved the taste of those two. To add to it, there was that little disgusting habit, I’d just found out he loved. Something that I really couldn’t let him get away with. I know I was an evil fucker, but the things I now knew about him even turned my strong stomach.
I stride over to the key panel and punched in the code. The door slid open, Damien stood there leaning back against the stone wall behind him, waiting for me. He straightens his large frame the minute he saw me, his blue eyes meeting mine. He knew not to touch a hair on his dirty little head. I wanted that first pleasure myself. Stepping through the entrance, we walked into the dark building. As soon as the door closed behind us, we could hear him.
‘’Help, help me, someone help me!’’
I crack my neck and rolling my shoulders to stretch out the tension that was building. Having Aria and Scarlett on my mind is screwing with my thoughts. I walk through the long hallway; Damien close behind me until we reach the door at the end. Bright lights shine below the door. Pushing into the room, I let satisfaction roll through me, the tension easing somewhat upon seeing my victim sitting bound to the chair.
He was as naked as the day he was born. He was a little piece of shit. Eddie Marshal likes to get naked with little girls, the younger they were, the better. How did he think he could keep something this disgusting a secret? Fucking dirty scum. I hated fuckers like him. As soon as he sees us enter the room he crumbles and starts to cry, tears start streaming down his fat face and I haven’t even done anything to him yet. Bloody pussy. I unbutton my tailor-made, navy, double breasted, jacket and slide it down my arms, hanging it on a hook on the wall, I’m not keen on soiling it with someone’s blood, sweat and tears. The bloody things cost too much money. I ignore the begging as I walk over. The putrid smell of shit and piss fills the air, hitting my nose. Thank fuck the little bastard is sitting over the drain. Once I’m done with him one of my men will hose him down and all evidence of our fun will slide down that drain.
‘’I can get you the money Lucien,’’ he sobs the words as he stares at me, pulling at his binds ‘’I just need a little more time,’’
‘How much time do you think I should give you?’’ I ask him, I couldn’t resist the temptation of playing with him, as I unbutton my cuffs and start rolling up my sleeves, ‘’Damien, how much time do you think I should give him?’’ I throw the question over my shoulder to the man standing behind me.
‘’I think you’ve given the little, fucking, dirty bastard plenty of bloody time,’’ he sneered behind me, his blue eyes flashing red.
‘’Please Lucien, please, just a little more time,’’ he begs and pleads shaking his head, as if it will sway my decision. ‘’ Damien…. man, please you know me. We’re friends’’ he begged, looking over at him.
‘’I’m not going to save you’’ Damien laughs in disbelief, shaking his bald head, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed over his muscular chest, his legs linked at the ankles, looking as if he was settling in for the night. ‘’you’re no friend of mine.’’
I roll up my other sleeve to my elbow and walk over to the tools hanging on the wall.
‘’You know how these things work.’’ I take down the hammer and view it in the light, before placing it back up. ‘’it’s very simple, you don’t fuck with me. You play by my rules and if you don’t……….’’ I tell him as I pick up a set of pliers, turning them over in my hand, as if I am examining their weight.
‘’Please Lucien it not that simple,’’ he argues, his voice shrieking ‘’I’ve tried to get the money together. Honest I have. I’ve asked so many people, but nobody would even consider helping me,’’
I let out a roar as I walk towards him, I’m so fucking pissed off having to listen to his whining. My leather shoes splash in his piss and shit. It makes me want to punch his fucking head in. Dealing with this motherfucker now, hadn’t been high on my agenda, had this asshole not fucked up my day, I’d be balls deep in Scarlett.
‘’I promised Damien here a souvenir,’’ I tell him with a manic grin, turning my head to ask Damien ‘’what would you like? A finger? A toe or his tongue, his dick?’’ Damien doesn’t even blink, the only emotion you see is one raised eyebrow and a smirk. You think I am bad …. You haven’t seen Damien, he’s on a completely different level. He loves this kind of shit.
Eddie trembles, struggling in his binds, eyes wide. Listening as I ask Damien what body part he’d like, but there’s nowhere for him to go. His wrists are bound tightly behind him to the chair, with each ankle tied to each chair leg. I lift my leg, placing my soiled shitty shoe on his limp small cock and pressing it hard into the chair beneath him. He howls in pain when I dig my shoe forward, smashing his balls as well.
‘’Please d…don’t cut off my dick,’’ he begs, snot dripping from his nose onto his chin. Disgusting fucking little shit. He can beg me
all he bloody wants; it wasn’t going to change his fate. He was a dead man. How long it took for him to die was up to me.
I playful slap his face ‘’oh Eddie, we are not in some movie where the good guys are come to your rescue. You’re not some superhero who can free themselves from the bindings or punch your way out of the shit you’re got yourself in,’’ I tell him, with a predatory smile. ‘’the things that are going to be done to you, are so much worse,’’
‘’Pleaseeee! Lucien I’m sorry. I have the money. It’s in a safety deposit box,’’ he cries out tears running down his face, ’Take everything that’s there, just don’t hurt me anymore,’’
‘’Do you really think this is just about the fucking money?’’ I roared into his face, as I let up smashing his cock and balls, stepping away from him. Reaching into my pocket I pull out a burner phone. I hold up a picture of a figure. ‘’The moneys nothing to with what I found out about you, you dirty fucking bastard. I’ve found out about your little …. Dirty secret, your addiction. You like to fuck little girls, don’t you? The younger the better. How old is this girl? Same age as your youngest daughter?’’ I shake my head at him, disgusted, pushing the phone closer to his face, ‘’I showed your beautiful wife these pictures. She didn’t believe me at first, not until she saw the evidence with her own two eyes’’
His eyes widen with horror as I showed him the recording of his wife. She had gone bat shit crazy on seeing the pictures. Seeing the evidence of her husband’s previsions, she’d lost her shit. She had stood there with her tear stained face filled with hate and demanded that I deal with him. Telling me that she hoped I made him suffer. That I made sure he suffered as much as those young girls had and as much as she was.