...When in Hell Page 8

  “You let her get through?” I snap at him and then look over to the two other guards who somehow were both not paying attention either.

  “Uh,” one hesitates as he looks to Blaine and then his counterweight, “we thought you had her.” And honestly I can’t really be that mad at them, why would they think anything otherwise no one ever gets away from me. At least I have my money back.

  “You two go fucking find her.” Before I stomp back up the stairs. I walk over to the spot where Nyx was on her knees and look behind the nightstand, shaking my head. Of course, she had mounted a holster and placed a gun there. She had been preparing for me to show up to collect… and she wasn’t going without a fight.

  Because what’s the fun in that?

  Opening the metal box that she had placed on the bed so that I can count the money in it. “Son of a bitch!” And the box slams against the wall.

  I’m stomping down the stairs as I see Blaine standing at the dining room again. “Boss, what do you want us to do with him?” He nods to Chad.

  Chad, what kind of fucking name is Chad, anyway? I step into the dining room and walk over to him. Leaning over, I look him in the eyes. “Leave him. He will call no one, right?” Chad’s eyes widen quickly as he just shakes his head, saying that he won’t. “Good.” Then as one of Nyx’s scathed victims to another. “You know that she’s not coming back, right?” He just looks up at me. I try to give him the closure that he’s going to need. “She was only here because she knew I was looking for her.” It’s a dick move maybe, to tell him this, but I also don’t lose either. On second thought, my hand moves quickly before the gun fires and bits of bone and brain fly around the room, including onto me as I stand in front of the now slumped over man.

  ❖

  Nyx

  The air burns my lungs as I continue to run through the woods behind the house.

  Until my safe house I cannot stop… I need to get to the car and to the money.

  The metal box in the floorboards was just a deterrent. I had a feeling I could bait Luce into not looking into it initially and then all I needed was to get to the gun without him suspecting that’s what I was doing.

  I can’t help but to think back to when I put the bound stacks of real and fake money along with the note in the box… that and just how pissed off Luce is going to be to find both.

  I hear a gunshot off in the distance and I freeze. Somehow, I know it was Chad. Somehow, I know Luce is furious. Somehow, I’m more upset with Luce being mad at me than at Chad dying…

  I sigh as I sit on the bed. With the notepad in my lap.

  Luce,

  I know that one day you are going to come for me, so I’m already taking the precautions for this. I’m sorry for whatever I do to mislead you.

       -X

  I’m well aware that he will not stop until he finds me.

  I found an old bunker behind the house some time ago and kept everything out here. I even made a maneuverable path to get to it.

  Moving inside, I grab the cash before I’m in the jeep and out to the next destination. I give myself 6 minutes to stop at the ATM, pulling out the small amount of money I have in my account, and then I leave town, not intending to ever look back again.

  Chapter 7

  Nyx

  —6 months later- Chicago—

  Walking down the hallway to my apartment, I pause. I’m not sure why, I can’t explain it, but something is different today. I can feel something. I swear I haven’t felt it since I left Toronto. I hesitate at the turn to get to my door. Glancing at the bottom of the door to the small crack, I see a faint movement in the light, instantly turning around and moving for the elevator, heading back down to the ground floor.

  Hopefully, someone just broke into my apartment. Either way, no one can find the money unless they know exactly where to look.

  Pulling up the security cameras on my phone, hoping that maybe I’m just being paranoid, maybe the shift in the light was the curtains blowing or... “Shit,” I mutter to myself as I catch myself touching the scars on my neck, seeing that all of them have been cut. When the car stops two floors below my own, I get out, walking over to the apartment which sits directly below mine and pick the lock, pushing into it and towards the window which I know the fire escape sits at.

  Climbing out the window before pushing it closed, I move up the steps until I’m outside of my bedroom window. Flipping the switchblade out, I slowly push the old window latch open and as quietly as possible slide into the room.

  I tiptoe through the room, regretting that I left the door open, but slightly glad that I can overhear what’s happening.

  “Boss,” I hear Blaine call out, “Creep said she came in a couple of minutes ago. She should get here soon.” I’m even more thankful that I didn’t decide to go all the way back downstairs.

  “Good.” Luce’s voice alone causes my core to tighten and I can’t think of anything except for how my mouth salivated as his cock hung in front of my face. The excitement grows inside of me as I see him in my memories, pants down around his ankles, shocked expression, and cock at full attention.

  Shaking the memories of him out of my mind, I move into the walk-in closet and move to the left side of it when I hear a board squeak from behind me in the room.

  Shit. If someone knows I’m in here, I can’t get what I’m after now.

  I can feel him behind me before he gets close enough to touch me. I can sense his eyes trailing over my body… lingering on my ass. I refuse to turn around and look at him. I just continue to stare at the clothes in my closet as if that was what I was intending to do all along. As he moves more into the closet, into me, I can smell him and I have to convince my brain to not let myself get flustered by him. I feel my body stiffen as he comes close up to me. I’m so acutely attuned to my surroundings at the moment that I can hear his mouth open as he speaks. “I knew the second that you were in the apartment.” His low, gravelly voice speaks into my ear. I can’t help but bite onto my lip.

  “How?” I ask him.

  “A predator can always sense his prey, Little Girl.” He whispers out as I feel hands grip onto my hips and pull me backwards, flush against his body. I can feel his erection pushing into my back and I can’t talk my brain out of the gasp that comes out. My scalp stings slightly as he snatches a handful of hair, tilting my head to the side, exposing my neck, and he bites down over the previous scars where it meets my shoulder. The moan escapes past my lips before I can stop it, he locks his jaw down, and I can feel the skin tearing from itself, but the feeling is more pleasure than pain. His hands still on my hips, he releases my neck, grabbing both of my wrists, and slamming me into the wall at our side. He’s pushing against my body with his and as I look back over my shoulder, I can see my blood on his teeth as he bares them at me.

  Not being able to stop myself, I lean into him, stepping onto my toes and press my mouth to his. Somehow, turned on by the taste of my blood on his lips. His entire body freezes before he pulls back, staring at me, shocked. I know he doesn’t like to be touched, but seeing the red liquid marking his teeth, I couldn’t resist it.

  I’m stuck in his presence. By his appearance alone, one would think that he would be a decent man, but I fucking know better. I know that he’s merely a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

  What am I kidding myself, a wolf doesn’t accurately describe him. No, even though I don’t even really know him, I can tell that Luce would admit to being the wolf. A wendigo in wolf’s clothing is closer to what he is. You merely expect him to be vicious, to attack, but even the attack that you prepare for isn’t anything compared to what he is actually capable of. He’ll simply peel your flesh from your bones, watching your demise as a simple way to save himself.

  “I know, no touching.” I roll my eyes as he slams my body back into the wall, my face smacks against the wood, and I fight back against him. Pushing my face hard against the wall and thrusting my body backward
s. Bringing my head back quickly, I see stars as I feel it come into contact with his face and hearing something crunch.

  “You fucking bitch.” He snaps at me, but it doesn’t even give me any sort of freedom. He still has my arms pinned behind my back. He shoves my head again roughly into the wall, but I kick my feet up onto it and shove backwards against him. The laugh that comes out of him terrifies me as I realize I am not making any leeway. Yes, my wrists are now free from his grip, but he now has tightly wound his arms around my torso and I can no longer touch the ground as he moves me out of the closet. “Oh no, Little Girl,” he growls into my ear, “don’t act tough and then give up so quickly. You’ll take all the fun out of this for me.” As we emerge from the closet, I see his men standing and looking at him carrying me. I can see Blaine look away with a smirk on his face as Luce bites back. “Get the fuck out.” I look at the young kid who is looking back at me and I plead with him for just a second until I feel Luce’s breath on my neck and he looks away before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. “Did you think he would help you?” He grunts into my ear. “Think the new kid is going to save you?” He says before he pins my body to the bed with his.

  “I thought force wasn’t your thing?” I quote him as he laughs. I feel the pressure his body has been forcing upon my backside before I’m flipped over onto my back. When he pins me back with his hips, I feel his hardened cock pressing against me, and I’m staring up at him. I can see drops of blood trickling from his nose, a clear sign I broke it, at least. I force myself to swallow the gasp that threatens to spill from my lips.

  “Oh, come on, Little Girl. We both know I don’t have to force shit.”

  “What because everybody wants you?” I laugh out, rolling my eyes.

  My cheek stings as I look up at him, shocked. “No,” he leans into me, “but I know you want me.” Then he laughs when the shock doesn’t leave my face. “Don’t look surprised. I’ve told you about rolling your eyes at me. But I would love for you to convince me you don’t want me to fuck you.” He growls close to my ear as he nips the lobe with his teeth. “That your cunt isn’t dripping right now for me to stretch it out.”

  I can’t stop my mouth from saying it as I purposefully bait him, “I’ve had bigger.”

  “Is that so?” He asks. “You’re the one who said it was impressive, not me.” He spins me around again, shoving my head into the mattress and pulling my pants down. I can feel his fingers brush against my clit and I force the moans down. “Come on Lilith, you have a minute to convince me you don't want this.” I can hear his pants fall to the floor as I glance back and see him stroking himself a few times as he looks at me. “Well?” He asks.

  “At least I upgraded from only being worthy of sucking cock.” I shrug as he laughs, leaning over me, ripping my panties from my body and roughly thrusting inside of me.

  “Oh, you’re still only worthy of sucking cock,” he grunts in my ear between thrusts, “I just refuse to ever let myself be that vulnerable to you again.”

  “What don't you enjoy having a gun to your nuts?” I laugh out as he continues to fuck me. Pulling out quickly, he flips me over as if I weigh nothing to him and I look up to him as he thrusts back inside of me just as aggressively as he did the first time.

  “Actually, I did.” He laughs out and I look at him, shocked for a second. Placing his hands on my knees and pushing my legs, folding them at the knee, then pushing them back as far as they will go. “What? I probably enjoyed it just as much as you did.” Then leaning into my ear he mumbles, “I’ve probably thought about it since just as much as you have as well.”

  “I haven’t thought about it since.” I lie, looking up at him, and he smirks as he thrusts his cock inside of me harder and I gasp out.

  “Don’t lie to me.” Shaking his head before I shove back against his chest, ripping his shirt open, causing a smirk to spread against his face until he leans over, hooking his arms underneath my knees this time, and lifts me up as if I’m nothing. I slightly squeal out before I reach up, gripping onto his shoulders at this position he is able to push into me even deeper. Gasping because of his hips pressing into me harder and him slamming my back against the wall to our side. “Are you done lying to me, now?” He asks me before I cut my eyes to him. Pulling me closer to him, he slams my body back into the wall and I can’t help but laugh out. Before I dig my nail into his shoulders, pressing my back against the wall, pushing myself further onto his shaft. “That’s right, Little Girl, fuck yourself with my cock.” He grunts at me.

  “Shut up.” I look at him, digging my nails into his shoulder more and pull them down his chest.

  “Fuck,” he hisses out before he slams me into the wall again, holding me by my arms up onto the wall as he continues to slam himself inside of me. “Do it again and see what I do.” He tells me, but I can tell that he’s not advising me against doing it. No, in fact, he’s encouraging me to do it again. Dragging my nails along his chest again, I can see the thick red liquid peak out before he laughs, moving my body off of the wall and onto the bed. He hovers above me before his lips smash to mine and he thrusts his hips into mine and I can feel his cock inside of me, pushing as far as it can, stretching me. Moaning into his mouth before he pulls away and laughs, thrusting into me again so hard that my head hits the headboard. Gripping onto my hips, he pumps into me just as aggressively and my back’s arching as I feel myself nearing my release as I reach down and rub along my clit, sending myself over the edge before he follows behind.

  ❖

  Luce

  What the fuck did I just do?

  I can’t help but wonder as I pull out of her and just stare down at her lying on the bed, legs still open. It’s not that I don’t normally fuck women. I’m just usually much more selective about them and I’ve definitely never fucked a woman bare. And I’ve sure as shit never kissed a woman while fucking her.

  I’ve always been paranoid about women being like my mother and purposefully having a child to trap someone. Because those women don’t give a shit about the kid… or the husband, to be honest.

  But when I walked into that closet and I saw her standing there… my functional brain turned off and my dick brain turned on. I blame it on that for the last 6 months I have thought way too frequently about her about to suck me off.

  Now, post-orgasm, I’m not sure how to react. So, I just slowly stand up and walk to the bathroom in the hallway. Looking at myself in the mirror, shaking my head, as I can’t help but smirk at myself.

  I can still taste her blood in my mouth as well as still see it on my teeth. I try to wash my mouth out with the water out of the facet. I can also see the claw marks down my chest that she left. I’ve never had someone purposefully draw blood during sex and I can’t help but say that it fucking charged me.

  Doing my best, I try to put my shirt back together before I walk out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

  Only she isn't there. “The fuck?” I snap and look around, then back to Blaine who stands from the living room. “Did she come out this way?”

  “No.” I can hear him walking towards the bedroom as I step into the closet and then I see it. There’s a false wall that is now pulled back. Moving over to it, I look inside, but it’s empty and I realize what has happened. This is where the money was hidden. It’s why she was in here in the first place when I found her. I was too fucking distracted by her to even realize what was happening.

  “Luce,” Blaine calls from the bedroom and when I walk back in I see the window slightly cracked and I shake my head. “You did it again, didn’t you?”

  “What?” I snap back to him before he smirks, just shaking his head.

  “What is it about this one?”

  “What?” I snap again.

  “You’ve never let anyone get away. This is the third time now. You let your lust for her get the best of you. This time, at least, you got your dick wet.” Turning my head to just look at him I’m
sure that if he hadn’t known me for so long that he would be terrified by it, before I walk over to the window and look out.

  I see her running a few blocks away as she crosses the street, moving over to the train station, with a backpack slung on her shoulders. As if she can feel me, before she starts up the steps, she turns around, looking up to the apartment window that I’m standing in, watching. She bites down on her lip as she looks down, then back to me. Reaching her hand to her lips before she motions it towards me, as if to blow a kiss back to me. I’m still just staring at her in disbelief as a sad smirk forms on her lips and she slowly turns her hand over, palm facing me as she folds down her fingers in a quick wave, as if to say bye. And then she spins around, rushing up the steps.

  She pauses at the landing and looks back at me, smirks once more, and holds her hands together, making a heart.

  And then she disappears up the stairs and I know it won’t make a fucking bit of difference to chase after her right now. Even if we did. She would be gone before we could find her.

  Not bye, Little Girl. Until next time.

  Chapter 8

  Nyx

  —6 months later- L.A. —

  L.A. is a strange city. The most surprising thing to me when I arrived here was how it’s really something like 80 small cities which actually make up L.A.

  I do not live in one of the ‘good areas’. Not because I can’t afford it. I mean, I still have a significant amount of Luce’s money stored around the house… in baseboards that I have lifted from the walls and hollowed out. Most people wouldn’t expect that from me because I look innocent, but you’ve got to play your strengths. When people think that you’re going to be innocent, let them think just that and then convince them to sell you their soul for an ounce of fame.

  And by selling you their soul, I mean they pay me as I take my clothes off…