ANMELDENChapter 36JaxThe mansion was too quiet.It always was.But tonight the silence felt heavier than usual, like the walls themselves were holding their breath.I sat alone in the living room, curled into the corner of the large couch with one leg tucked beneath me. The lamps cast soft golden light across the room, reflecting off the polished floors and the massive windows that overlooked the dark grounds outside.I had tried reading.That lasted about ten minutes.Then I tried watching television.That lasted five because I could barely pay attention to what was being shown.Not when my thoughts were filled with worries, fear and the growing trepidation of what was to come.Now I was just sitting there, staring at nothing and wondering how someone could feel both restless and exhausted at the same time.My mind kept drifting back to the party Martha mentioned.Three days.Three days until I had to stand beside Charles in front of a room full of people who probably killed for a living.
JaxI woke up slowly.Not the peaceful kind of waking up where sunlight poured in through the window and everything felt calm. This was the heavy kind, the kind where my body felt like it had been dragged through mud and my head refused to clear.For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling.It took a few seconds for my brain to catch up and remember where I was.The Wade mansion.My room, no… that wasn't the right way to describe it.My cage.A quiet sound near the window made me turn my head and I almost jumped, startled.Martha was sitting in the chair across the room, her posture relaxed but alert in that way she always had. A book rested on her lap, though she wasn’t reading it.She was watching me, her eyes were unreadable so I couldn't tell if it was in a good way or not.I pushed myself up slightly, rubbing a hand over my face.“How long have you been there?” My voice came out rough from sleep.Martha gave a small shrug.“Just a few minutes.”I squinted at her, the su
CharlesThe study smelled faintly of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey.Neither of which I had touched.The room was so tense filled with male testosterones that were high on anger.Nikolai sat behind the massive oak desk like he owned the world, which, in many ways, he did. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows across his face, making his already severe expression look even darker.Viktor stood near the window, arms folded behind his back, staring out at the city lights below like they personally offended him.And I stood in the middle of the room like a man on trial, which, in a way, I was.I made a mistake and they were about to have my head for it and I fear this time it might be in a literal sense.Neither of them had spoken for the last thirty seconds.That silence was worse than shouting.When Nikolai finally lifted his gaze to me, the temperature in the room seemed to drop.“What,” he asked slowly, “were you thinking?”There it was.The storm breaking.I held his gaze.“I handle
JaxThe gates opened slowly.They always did.Like the house itself enjoyed reminding everyone that nothing here moved without permission.But then again… nothing did.Not under Charles' watchful eyes.I leaned back against the leather seat as Harren’s car rolled through the iron gates, the familiar sight of the Wade mansion coming into view. Five days away from it should have made returning easier.It didn’t.If anything, it felt worse.Maybe because Charles hadn’t told me where he was going this time.He usually did. Not details, not the full truth, but something. A careless comment, a vague explanation, a smug look that told me he was leaving and that I would simply have to deal with it.This time there had been nothing.Just silence.And that alone told me something was wrong, combined with the almost stiff like attitude he was giving me before I left, and then Harren’s quiet face all through the ride home.I tried to raise the question all through the ride home but his face alone
CharlesMy phone buzzed in my hand, a notification that my newly acquired private jet arrives in Mexico tonight. I let out a small exhale and turned off the phone. I have one last important detour to make before we go home. It is necessary because aside my brothers, I think Titan is a man I should see about Azimat’s death. He’s an outcast and a sinner who hates the Azimat as much as I do so this shouldn’t take long. As I got there, there was a car waiting for me on the tarmac. “Let’s go,” I told Jaxen. She followed without a word and I’m more than glad that she’s finally getting a hang of things. “You’ll stay right here,” I ordered as we pulled into an abandoned swimming pool complex on the edge of the town.“Why?” She questioned me. “You’re scared someone’s going to touch my ass again?”“I could give them orders to fuck you,” I told her. “Just shut up and sit here.”I got out of the car, noticing how the car park was empty. The whole place is quiet but I can’t miss out on how cl
JaxI have a plan. It’s stupid and shouldn’t work on a man like Charles but I don’t give a shit. I’ve taken too many psychology classes to not know when a person is surviving on a restraint. I know he wants to fuck me, but I don’t know when. Reaching a low level climax just made me realize how much I’ve been sex starved. After therapy, I threw away all my toys… the dildos, the vibrators and even the rose that could get my toes curling. My therapist said I was turning into a nymphomaniac and it wasn’t going to help me. I agreed, but now I wish I didn’t throw all of them away. Being locked here makes me have no room to be creative or shit. I can’t think of anything else and not think of Charles’ cock.He’s responsible for this. He made me watch him fuck his sub… tied me to the chair and made sure I was wet and completely turned on and yet, he only teased my opening and left me. And then he brought me all the way to this place and— my thoughts trailed off with the gates buzzing. H







