What he wanted...

~COOLEY~

The following night, I entered the casino wearing a black half-mask that hid my face but not my nerves.

I was here to meet Lott. But before that, I needed to hear a few things about him so that I could prepare myself.

The air was thick with the smells of smoke, sweat, and money. The sound of chips clicking across tables echoed through the room. Laughter came and went in quick gasps.

I sat at the bar area.

It didn’t take long.Two men came and sat close to me, each with a drink in hand and careless about their words.

“—I told you, Lott only wants pretty boys.”

“So the new one you gave him?” The other man laughed loudly.

“He’s dead. That beast fucked him to death and approved my loan instantly.”

My heart started thudding.

So that was it.

He wants to fuck me.

Will I also die?

I knew I liked men.

But this wasn’t how I imagined my first time to be.

I walked into the bathroom, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Once inside, I entered a cubicle and took a quick breath before removing the mask and gazing at my reflection with hard eyes that pretended not to tremble.

I guess I will have to go naughty and please him so well that he will keep wanting more of me. That way I should survive him.

I walked back out and made my way to the reception desk.

The receptionist looked up. His eyes darted to my face, then he looked away.

“Hello,” I said softly. “My name is Cooley Raymond. I am here for Mr. Lott.”

He paused, then reached for the phone. “One moment.”

He spoke in a low tone, nodded once, then hung up.

“Someone will come for you,” he said.

I stepped aside and waited.

Each second felt like an eternity.

Then I saw him.

The man who chased me the night before. His eyes locked on me the moment he saw me. He strode across the room in long strides and grabbed my wrist without warning.

I jerked. “You don’t have to pull me. I came voluntarily.”

He snorted and released my wrist

“You talk too much. Follow me.”

He led me down a private hallway and into a small room with poor lighting. A wardrobe was against the wall. He opened it and hurled something at my chest.

“Change.”

I looked down and picked it up.

It was a small short made of net material althrough except a small part of it with a thick material at the front to cover my cock.

My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides with my jaw tightening.

I know I'm here to be his slut but do I really have to dress this shameless?

“When you’re finished,” he said matter-of-factly, “call me.”

The door closed behind him.

I changed slowly and stiffly. The material stuck to my skin.

When I finished, I called out.

The door opened again.

“Hands behind your back,” he growled.

“For what?”

He opened the wardrobe once more and brought out handcuffs and a leash.

I gasped. “What the hell?.”

He didn’t respond. He moved closer, grasping my wrists, and clicking the cuffs into place. The cold metal pressed against my skin. Then he attached a leash to the cuffs.

My breath caught.

He yanked once, roughly. “Move.”

He dragged me down the hallway, past employees who barely gave me a second glance. As if this was normal.

That was when I spotted him.

Harlan Howell.

He sat in the VIP bar area, one leg crossed over the other, cigarette dangling from his fingers. Smoke danced around his features. His gaze lifted and locked with mine.

He stared at me the whole time I was dragged past him.

We walked into a room. It was chaotic there.

There were naked men everywhere with sweaty skins.

The music was thumping low and heavy.

There were three poles in the middle of the room with men rotating around them slowly.

There was another man kneeling between Lott’s legs with his mouth wrapped around his cock. Lott was throwing his head back with eyes rolled back in pleasure as he tangled his fingers in the man’s hair and pumped in and out of his mouth.

There were other men sitting on the sofa sniffing cocaine and drinking alcohol.

My stomach was churning with confusion.

Were these men forced because they were owning him too or they worked there willingly?

“Boss,” the man holding my leash said loudly, dropping the leash at Lott’s feet. “He’s here.”

Lott looked at me with amusement, throwing his head back in laughter. “You finally came, pretty.”

He pushed the man away from his cock and stood up without zipping his pants, his glistening cock was dangling. He came straight to me. He grabbed and squeezed my cock very hard.

I gasped and winced.

He laughed even louder and put his hands into my short to pull it down.

Then—

A gunshot rang out in the room.

The men in the room scrambled away like frightened animals.

Lott froze.

I turned wobbly.

Harlan walked in, his gun still raised. His expression was cold.

What did he come?

~HARLAN~

I stood there in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with my jaw clenched.

Why was he wearing that kind of outfit?

Extreme anger crept up my spine.

This son of a bitch thought he could come here and survive the torture?

Did he think he could die before he paid me my money?

I waited until Lott got closer to Cooley.

Then I shot.

One shot on the floor.

I walked in.

“Boss,” one of his men spat, panic lacing his voice. “That’s the bastard from the Dark Horse Society who saved him yesterday.”

Another chimed in, “He probably already screwed him.”

Lott sneered. “So he’s already dirty? Well, good. Take him. Go screw him with your brothers on the same level as you until he stops breathing.”

The man with the leash reached for it again.

“Lott,” I said coldly. “Do you not see me ?”

The room fell silent.

Lott chuckled nonchalantly. "Certainly I do. You are merely a nameless underdog. So, if we kill you tonight, Dark Horse will find a replacement within a day.”

I scoffed. “Is that so?”

I dug into my pocket, retrieved my society ID, and threw it down at his feet.

He grabbed it.

His face instantly lost all color.

“You’re… the VP?”

He fell to his knees immediately. "Kindly spare me. I wasn't aware.”

“We'll discuss that at a later time. You can’t get away from it," I stated bluntly. "However, that pretty boy is mine. I will settle his debt with you so don't disturb him again."

“No, you don't have to pay. His debt is automatically cleared. We won’t touch him again," Lott stammered.

I extended my hand. "The handcuff's key."

The key was instantly placed on my hand.

I walked over, ripped the leash from the man’s hold, and pulled Cooley toward myself.

He tripped but followed.

When we reached my private exclusive VIP room that I bought at the casino, I closed the door after us.

A hush fell over the room.

I opened his handcuffs, and they fell off.

Cooley rubbed his wrists. “Why do you keep helping me?”

I took a cigarette and lit it. “Because I already have my eye on you.”

There was a pause. “Do you want to fuck me too?” he asked softly.

I took a slow drag on my cigarette.

“What do you think?”

I had a plan for him.

I was waiting for the three days I’d given him to pass before I told him what he had to do for me to clear off his debt.

But now that he was here, there was no reason to wait.

He moved quickly, his nerves giving way to bravery. He reached for my belt, his fingers trembling as he struggled to unbuckle it, but he couldn't.

I laughed at him, took his hands, and pushed him to the sofa.

“Slut,” I said, my voice smooth. “When did I say I’d fuck you?”

He struggled to speak. “You said—”

“I said I’m interested,” I interrupted him. “Because I need you to do something for me.”

He blinked his eyes.

“What is it?”

I leaned closer to him.

“I want you to seduce my brother.”