All Chapters of Cats and Kings (Mafia Reverse Harem) Nyx 1: The Curse : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Tugging her through the city streets, it’s easy to tell that she’s used to being bossed as much as manhandled. With both of us fading by the second, I know there’s no way we’re making it back to my place. So, I choose the next best thing. Zach's.It's a twenty-four-seven diner run by a woman named Helen and her brother Zeke. Their brother was lost in the war, which is why they named it that. With Zeke's PTSD, it's not as if it's winning any awards for quality or consistency. However, it's the place all vets feel comfortable going, I guess.It’s mostly empty, and I manage to slide booth before the last bit of bone in my legs gives out on me. I can’t breathe or speak and feel about as stable as jello.Ana is directly across from me, and in another moment of association, I get that feeling. A strange clarity on what it’s like from the outside looking in with her struggling to convert carbon dioxide into oxygen.The fancy lady struggles with a button that isn’t on her neck, and tries sev

“Haven was beautiful. So much more than I ever dreamed,” I tell my new friend. Looking around as if the colors are still bright. As if the brick is still clean and shinning its clay red. See the clothes lines strung with linens in the breeze, hear the music played on the corners…… “But Sister Agatha says we have to take the good with the bad,” I lick my lips. “The bad being the son of the man who paid for our voyage claiming that he owned us. That we were his slaves and that we had to do whatever he said.” I rub the brand on my shoulder subconsciously. Dropping my head, my face, my tone, hiding from the person I’m trying to tell my story. I don’t say Dominic’s name out loud, but am conscious enough that I don’t refer to him as Voldemort to confuse her either. “I guess it was being I was one thing my whole life, to find out I was something else entirely…… That I’d been bullied so long or finally got a good enough grip on the language that I finally piped up, and told him how wrong

Beyond that unforgettable experience on the side of a corner store, I met my first girlfriend in one. Stopped the mugging of one …… Regardless. No matter how strange, my meetings in those places, I’ve found that they are lasting in their own ways. Ryan and her newborn tyke Ryan Junior another example. Some of them have pharmacies and I had to give the lady behind the counter a what for, when big Ryan said that she was allergic to the medicine her doctor prescribed her while pregnant. Disgraced as I may be now, I was, at one point in my life, a very good physician. I also have an entire junk drawer of facts stored away much like a hard drive. Eidetic memories work with facts as much as situations. It is in many ways photographic. So when something is triggered, I can close my eyes and retake my medical board exam. All that to say, it was illegal to deny Ryan the medication she needed because it was more expensive, and I told them both so. At which point we got what she needed and h

“After my medical discharge from the AF, I had a hard time with clinical work, so Nicky thought research would be my niche. In which I met the all too sweet Brian.My first time was in public, and I figured it was a kink of his.After a few months, I wanted to take it to the next level, hoping that a purchased leather get up would go further than a created ribbon version of the picture Nicky sent me. Just for good measure, I tied myself to the bed, no chance of breaking anything there.”All of them know better than to agree at this point, and are on the edge of their seats.“So with a romantic dinner for two in the oven, and nothing but straps over everything but my lady bits, I settled in and waited patiently waited for Brian to get back to his room.”One more gulp for the humiliation I’m living in my head should be enough to get me through the rest.“So when the lock to his door clicks I bite my lips and spread my legs for good measure. For a woman and her five children to walk in.

The shatter of glass joins with the flat lining ping of a flash bomb, zinging through my senses, and I guess the soldier in me isn't dead. With a flapping rocket launcher whirring through the glass and detonating behind a half brick wall planter, I must have found the right channel. I drop the table to the ground, which rouses the formerly passed out Jonathan. Tucking George close to my body with the initial wave of automatic bullets. Something the staff is surprised by, if the screams mixed with the shocked horror of their dead faces strewn across the polished white floors is any indication. I protect my head and ears as best I can, forcing George to do the same until there is a break in the blasts. Everyone has to reload eventually, and it’s rare that teams are trained enough or equipped enough to work in waves. Part of me knows that we are in a café.A very high-end café on the North side of Central. Still, when something or other is hit, and fire leaps to life in the far corne