All Chapters of Cats and Kings (Mafia Reverse Harem) Nyx 1: The Curse : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

…. Twenty Years Later ….I know what you must be thinking. Why?Why would you, retired veteran and practical shut in, Kinsley Nyx Knight, be hiding behind a hedge too tall in a skirt too small? Donned in a jacket that has too many wrappy straps to know what to do with? Let alone one in front of a conglomerate that can get you black listed from every decent job in this city?Nicky. That’s right. You guessed it. Just like everything else that has gone wrong since I got back to Haven, this is all my orphan brother Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault!Ever since the little imp named me after the stray cat outside our orphanage, whenever something smashes, crashes, cracks or breaks, I’m certain to be in the epicenter of said kerfuffle. My current predicament of running through the Upper East Side in stripper wear for a working interview is unfortunate, but something I can live with. Lucy as well as Ryan reassured me that this is what corporate ladies wear, so I’ll go with it. Believe me, weirder

“What part of him showing up at my apartment is not ringing warning bells in your pea brain?!” I shrill. There are things that even I can’t laugh at, no matter how hard I try. Still, as long as I or a body part don’t end up in a trophy case, this might seem as funny to me as it has to Lucy and Shannon.Eventually.“This is not funny, and I am not joking!” Thankfully or unfortunately, whichever works, ‘Jonathan’ chooses that moment to launch himself on a squirrel thinking it’s a bat.“DIE DEMON,” his sharp accented declaration is likely heard by the people in the lobby, it’s so loud. Not to mention every other person doing their best to avoid the lunatic as they walk through the thirty by thirty swing doors.I all but pounce out of the hedge, using a rather portly man as a human shield in case the vampire hunter dares look back. Once inside the pristine lobby, I do not ‘run’ to the elevators. It is, after all, one of five or six major conglomerates that have the ability to blacklist me

With the black clad stranger between me and my stalker, I can imagine when I break away that it looks like he’s sucking my neck. At least from Jonathan’s point of view.I’ve already come this far, why not?“Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him.Every intake of breath brushing my sensitized body against the iron arms of a man I haven’t even looked at in all my hysterics…. Well, let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating.Liking the first living object rubbing between my legs in months waaayy too much for the rest of my skit not to come out breathless.“Dracula’s spell is too powerful. I can’t fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!” This development does not deter the businessman I spat at for his indecency.No, my labeling the lithe blonde man a bug eating weasel only worsens his laughing fit.If I weren’t red enough already,

“Puppy will be here soon,” Rourke’s first words of the morning are absent and stiff. Continuing to run the spatula that might as well be a toy in his meat hook hands, over the bottom of the pan.Considering Rourke can eat a dozen eggs on his own, and always starts the morning with a good breakfast, I’m not surprised the cast iron thing almost takes up two burners.I nod rather than audibly respond because possible or not, the man has eyes in the back of his head. Kind of essential when someone is always trying to blow it off for one reason or other, I guess.As much as we should talk, I know we won’t with the proverbial elephant in the room twisting herself up in the sheets.The custom-made, larger than king mattress that could sleep twelve is on a platform under a row of windows up half a dozen stairs. Below that is the living area that rests between her and the kitchen we are in.Center of Rourke’s loft may be all open concept, but there are suites on either side of it that Rourke a

Whether Grimm is oblivious to the woman we destroyed as he is to the fact that Rourke could squash him like a bug, he continues to search and fiddle with the dozen gadgets he’s juggling.“Thanks Sarge, just need a sec to get started,” Grimm finally acknowledges Daddy, but doesn’t offer his full attention.So rather than pull out the stool Rourke put behind him further, the Titan kicks it under Grimm’s knees.I may be reading too far into it, but there’s still a considerable level of frustration when the oblivious kid goes about whatever he’s doing.Idea is, that with so many new players, Rourke is having Grimm set up a program that most intelligence agencies around the world have.Something that allows Rourke to record if not tap into live phone calls whenever keywords are said. Proving that no matter how young he looks, Grimm has black level access.Rourke again, suffers in silence, helping himself to whatever breakfast Grimm brought with him rather than outwardly pouting.It’s not u