Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“You son of a bitch.” He jumps to his feet.
“I can send you a copy of the video so you can watch it whenever you’d like, if that’s what gets you off,” I offer.
His fist swings out to hit me in the face, but I see it coming. Mine connects with his jaw before he gets the chance. He falls back onto the bed, groaning.
I sigh. “Do you really want to return home to your family tonight having to make up a story about how you were mugged and didn’t get a good enough look at the man who beat the shit out of you?” I rub my knuckles.
He sits up, eyes blazing fire at me. “You will not get away with this.”
“You’ve got twenty-four hours to pull out, or the Lords will make sure you don’t win,” I inform him, then turn and exit the room. Walking down the hall, I can hear him cursing back in the bedroom.
I enter the living room to see the woman, back in her dress, standing at the floor to ceiling windows. She hears me and turns around. Her brown eyes light up, falling to my jeans and slowly running up over my T-shirt. She licks her lips, following me to the door. “You paid for the night. Sure you don’t want to use me?” she asks when I push the button for the elevator.
I shove my hands into my pockets, avoiding her question. “You did good.”
“Baby, that was nothing.” Coming up next to me, she slides her left arm through mine, pulling me closer into her side. “Your cock isn’t the only thing I can blow.”
“I don’t doubt your skills,” I tell her, pulling away when the door slides open. “But I can’t.”
She pushes out her bottom lip, stepping into the elevator with me. “You know I’m twenty, right? I’m not underage.”
I nod. “I’m aware.” I said that to add to the fear factor. Nothing is more terrifying than a man thinking he fucked an underage girl. If I let this leak, they’d seize all of his electronics to see if he’s been searching for underage porn. It would be humiliating to say the least. And even if they didn’t find anything, the media would twist it enough to ruin any future he might have in politics. The man is already a powerful Lord, but now he’s getting greedy, and the Lords aren’t having that.
We each have a purpose in this secret society. Some need the power and are willing to test the Lords to see just how far they can go. Those Lords are shown that they were given their life, and it can be taken away just as quickly. That’s why they have us kill for initiations. They say it’s to control the numbers, but I think it’s to show us just how easily we can lose everything.
She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up even more. My cock is still hard, imagining how good it would feel to shove her to her knees right here and now and fuck her injected lips while drool runs down her enlarged tits. “You have my number if you need me.” Winking, her tongue runs across her top lip.
The elevator doors open, and I step off, not even bothering to look back at her. Instead, I shove open the glass doors to the five-star hotel, and the valet stands there with my car already parked up front. “Thanks.” I give him a couple of hundreds on top of the three I gave him when I arrived to keep my car ready for me.
“Of course, Mr. Crawford.” He nods.
Falling into the driver’s seat, I smile, knowing I just finished my last initiation. The Lords have decided who they want to sit in as a senator, and my task was to make sure he wins. No matter the cost. It worked just as I planned. No man can pass up pussy.
I remove my cell and pull up the video, emailing it with the subject DONE. Throwing my car in gear, I squeal the tires and pull away from the curb.
FOUR
TYSON
INITIATION
One of them
Senior year at Barrington University
I kneel with my arms cuffed behind my back, a metal collar is around my neck and attached to the wall behind me. It allows us no wiggle room. We are secured for a reason, so we can’t fight them. It signifies our trust. We must willingly give them our bodies to mark. It’s a privilege we’ve made it this far.
“Lords,” Lincoln calls out to our audience that is dressed in their cloaks and masks. “These men have completed every task we’ve asked of them. Tonight is the night that we celebrate them and their loyalty to us.” He turns to face me and the other men who are secured to the wall inside of the Cathedral on the second-floor balcony.