Chapter 4: DANGEROUS DL

PRESENT DAY.

  (DANIEL)

  In my safe place there are many dangers. Machos parade their large cocks with their masks on, nicotine and mixed colognes swirl in the air, as party comers dance on the strobe light floor.

  Loud jazz buzzes from the subwoofers, rattling my bones. I knock back my martini, the alcohol burning down my throat. Fuck. I need cock. The faster I get fucked, the better.

  “You’ve had too much. You’ll lose yourself.” Clara says, shaking the drink hard before pouring it into a glass of ice. “For the fact this is a secret society doesn’t guarantee you waste yourself. You lose your guard, your identity suffers.”

  She’s right.

  You have to sign an NDA. Mask always, clothes optional. Their acceptance rate is brutal, but Clara helped me maneuver my way in. And since I came back from jail, I’ve been getting premium dicks here.

  “Cheers to best friends,” I raise my glass, words slurry. “Or Mama wannabe. Don’t tell me shit bitch.”

  Clara slides three shots across the bar to someone and sidles closer. “What’s wrong?”

  How do I tell her that ‘Birthright thief’ plans to wreck a small firm, which happens to be owned by my homie’s Dad, who’s always been good to me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

  The advertising team is loyal to Arden. Some employees detest him, but are powerless like me.

  Shit! If Marcello doesn’t partner with us, his business will run down. And if he does, we’ll be exploiting his profit.

  I rake a hand through my hair. Take another sip and sigh. He has no choice but to go for the lesser evil.

  “Which is?” Clara arches a brow.

  “Huh?”

  “I heard everything you said,” Clara snipes. “That devil, Arden. How could he?”

  “How could he not?” I down another shot. Clara seizes the tumbler from my grasp. I growl. “Give it back.”

  She barely replies when a voice interrupts: “Three shots of whiskey. I need the heat for tonight.”

  The tumbler shattered from Clara’s grip. Her eyes flit to mine. We snap our neck to the source. Is that who I think it is?

  No, I must have heard wrong.

  But that Australian accent. That scent. That body. I’ll recognize it anywhere. In my nightmares. In my thoughts. Every fucking where.

  The bulky man props down beside me, naked, his cock dangling between his thighs. “Do I have three heads? Why the fuck are you staring like that?”

  Clara squeals. I lock in my spot. We don’t have to say anything. We know who it is.

  Good thing we’re wearing masks, else he’d have recognized us. Wait, what’s he doing here?

  I turn to the queer flag on the side of the wall. Then to a man fucking a guy’s throat. To a lady eating out another woman on the couch.

  This place is bent and twisted. How the fuck did he get past their vetting? Unless he’s been coming here longer than I have. How long has he been living this double life?

  Clara’s gaze mirrors the question in my mind. She shakes her head, warning me not to speak.

  Then it clicks. All the time he ate holes instead of cunts. His aggressive, homophobic nature. And emphasis on me always tucking in my shirt. Fucking DL hypocrite.

  Something ugly coils in my mind.

  This bastard stole my inheritance. Humiliated me yesterday, today, and will tomorrow. Every day

  I pray for a second. Just one second to ruin his life. And the universe decides to give me a full night.

  Arden God's covenant at my mercy?

  All hell break loose. Let the demons fly.

  Selene makes his order in no time. We watch Arden chug down the shots in one gulp. His abs flex, throat bopping, and cock swinging between his legs. Oh, God.

  Arden’s eyes flick to his throbbing length. “Get on your knees and do it.”

  I should suck him. Let him use my throat like I’ve fantasized. But that’s what the OLD Daniel would do. The secretary, the bitch, the hole. Not anymore. Tonight, I’m in control.

  I want to punch Clara for strutting away. How do I handle this devil myself?

  “I love your lips, hips, briefs.” Lust fills Arden’s eyes. “I want your ass.”

  Heat pools in my groin. “Jesus.”

  “I’m your Lord, Baby.” Arden winks, straightens, and fists his veiny, leaking cock. “You like what you see?”

  I feel my head nod without permission. My mouth waters and eyes burn. Fuck, his cock is beautiful.

  Suddenly, everything I wish for is happening. Fuck and destroy Arden. Here it is. Can I stomach it?

  “Then come worship me in my lodge,” he bites on his lips, stroking his shaft. “I’ll fuck you so hard, and you’ll thank me for it. “

  Yes, it’s him. Rotten-mouthed freak.

  But curse me, I’ve always wanted this. Always wanted him. And now he’s talking to me like his bitch.

  “Room 112.” He tips his head to the stairs. “Now.”

  And he’s gone, leaving alone. No, I’m not letting him fuck me. I might slit his neck before he orgasms. That’s how wicked I hate him.

  Clara bolts to me. “Bitch!”

  “Nigga!”

  She smacks my shoulder. “Bitch!”

  I return the favour. “Nigga!”

  “Look me in the eye and tell me you’re seizing this moment.” Clara grips the back of my neck.

  “Bitch, say I want vengeance.”

  Fuck, yes.

  “Violence is taken by force.” I cup her face through the mask. “That’s scripture, right? Well, he’s about to meet his maker.”

  “On your feet.”

  I shove back the chair. “Yes, sir.”

  Clara darts away and returns with a dagger. Her eyes are thorns. She knows about my story: Gareth, Gloria, my birthright. Yet she loves me anyway. The only thing I can boast of in my miserable life.

  Clara presses the blade to my palm. “Make him feel good then snatch it from him.”

  I know what she means. Death is mercy compared to what I have installed for him. I’ll make him pay for making me cry behind closed doors, almost taking suicide pills, being the Men’s whore. I’ll make him regret being born.

  I clutch the dagger. “Arden is a goner.”

  “Toby will watch your unit, save the feed, and send it to your phone.”

  “You want to involve your boyfriend?”

  Sh

e ignores my question. “I don’t know how, but get his mask off. Sit on his face if necessary. Don’t fucking talk. And make it count, Dakor.” Her eyes soften. “Please.”

  I throw my arms around her. Moisture builds behind my eyelids. “I love you so much it hurts.”

  “This is your moment.” She pulls away. “Go.”

  And I do. Straight to room 112 to ruin the devil who ruined my life.