Chapter 4

Four

CALUM

The things that my father was right about have kept me alive. Everyone is out to get me, that’s for certain. If I see them coming, I can maintain some safety.

Before I ever step inside the casino, my phone alerts me to the location of every snarling boxer Ace surrounds himself with. The playboy is occupied, cocooned in his upstairs apartment, too early in the day for him to be vertical. And that’s the perfect time for a strike, when the wolf is alone and not in his pack den.

No one pays attention to the guy in the hoodie because my pockets don’t contain things they think are dangerous. Easily skirting past security to the back bank of elevators, I type in the code for the penthouse Ace uses instead of his big, empty mansion. Marble floors, mirrors, and a glass chandelier swing with the breeze when the doors close… Even the gold metal is white.

But the thing about white is, it shows dirt so easily.

A lazy ding announcing my arrival sings out into an open-air space with two-story windows. If everything was cushioned faux art deco downstairs, the feel is plastic modern here. It’s ten long strides to the open staircase and five to the edge of his king-size platform bed. Three blondes play with him as well as each other.

Ace’s hips slap into one girl doggystyle while she straddles a second woman lying on her back underneath the two. He leans over and tenderly runs one finger down the cheek of the woman on the bed before saying, “I love you more when I’m inside of her, baby.” His lips join the bottom woman’s in a hard suction contest, their bodies squishing the top woman’s plump breasts between the two of them. Meanwhile, the third woman lies on the mattress on her side, stroking Ace’s neck with her long fingernails and staring at him with a look of reverence.

Vanessa, that’s what her name is. The woman stops sucking face with Ace long enough to ask, “You-you do?”

After a few more pumps into the girl on top, he answers her. “Yeah, baby. Lets me know how much you care about me by sharing my cock with your sisters.”

Ah, yes. The Gentry triplets. I had forgotten they were his regular Tuesday evening show. Should I take a seat? Enjoy the view?

“Kiss your sister for me, baby. Show me how much you want her.” Vanessa turns her head and obeys, the two sisters on the bed stroking each other’s faces and, as if seeing if the other were okay with an incest kiss, hesitate for a moment before latching mouths and swirling tongues. Ace groans dramatically, then pulls out of the top gal, Veronica, and slides into Vanessa’s pussy on the bottom. Veronica twists her body and occupies Ace’s vacant lips with her own while he fucks her sister.

“I would say I hate to interrupt, but I really don’t.” Like a bubble rising to the surface that cannot be contained in a deep ocean filled with sharks, a laugh erupts from my belly. Shrieks and peals of terror ring through the loft so soundly, the vibrations of the glass wall showcasing the downstairs area tickle my ears. Each well-bosomed woman finds her way underneath the Egyptian cotton white sheets, snagging a piece to try to cover everything my dick has already noticed. Ace reaches for his gun on the nightstand, but stops before he aims, lowering the weapon to the mattress.

“Cal…” His voice comes out in a panting growl. “What in the fuck are you doing here?”

It’s a rare event to see his bleach blond coiffure out of sorts, but it’s in disarray. His tattooed hand quickly shoves the strands back into place and wipes sweat from his forehead at the same time he narrows his blue eyes at me. Pretty. That’s what he’s always been, despite trying to cover it up with ink everywhere. Even in the morning after fucking three women, clammy, probably drugged out and on no sleep. The man is pretty.

“Just came by for a chat. You busy?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Can this wait until I finish?” Still holding the firearm in one hand, he drags the third woman, Victoria, toward him, a little yelp escaping her lips. Lying on top of her, he plunges inside her pussy while spreading Vanessa’s thighs with a swat of his pistol on the inside of each. She opens for him as he reaches his head over to gnaw on her exposed cunt. After a moment, he leans up on his elbow to give me a cocky smirk and, while still eyeing me, slides the gun inside Vanessa’s dripping pussy.

Her hands come down to grab his wrist as she yells, “No, Ace! No.”

His movement pauses as he gives her some wide eyes. Puppies don’t even look that pathetic. “Come on, baby. You’ll do it for me?”

Biting her bottom lip, she relaxes as he slips the handgun back in and fucks her with the pistol while rampaging his hips into her sister. Veronica crawls to him on her knees and kisses him while his eyes remain open to find mine with amusement. The man does love to put on a show.

“Cal, you want to help us? Nessa’s available⁠—”

“I’m Victoria.”

“Victoria’s available.” He uses his hand to stroke her long blonde hair, and she melts against his skin. All seems forgiven.

The wolf always did enjoy toying with me, teasing me, luring me in for a fight, but surely, he must know I want no part of his disease-riddled game.

“I think your wife will be very disappointed to see what you’re up to. Should I show her?” Bringing my phone up, I video his movements as the three blondes scream, “Wife? When did you get married?” They try to scramble away, but he grips Veronica’s hips tightly so she can’t escape.

“Ugh…” With the last shove of his cock and the barrel of the gun inside one of his companions, Ace comes in dramatic fashion while Vanessa screams in anguish, the pistol shoved far up in her while her lonely sister, Victoria, looks on with envy. Despite his love of pack loyalty, the man seems to get off by causing rivalry. “Fuck, fuck. Vanessa. Victoria, Veronica, fuck, whichever. You better take a Plan B after that. Hey, eat my cum out of her snatch and share it with your sisters.”

Slipping off the bed, he places his Ruger on a side table and bids me to follow him with a nod. Addressing the women still recovering in his tangled sheets, he says, “I got a meeting. Use the bathroom if you have to, but you can’t stay here. See ya next week.”

His feet make it inside the leg holes of a pair of sweatpants while leading me back down the stairs, his guests piling off the bed slowly. Silently, down a hospital white hall, he opens the door to a sterile office with minimal modern furniture. He motions with his hand for me to take a seat in what appears to be a chair while he slides behind a glass table.

I’ve already got access to his system sitting on top. Other than an obscene amount of porn, it doesn’t offer me much.

“Okay, so…go.” From a small, covered dish on the surface of the desk, he produces a professionally rolled joint, his hand shielding it as he lights the end, then puffs with a flourish. Even when he takes his time blowing out the smoke, it comes out in rings that grow larger as they near my face.

I should have dosed today.

“You’re still on to marry Arianna Freidenberg.”

With another loud exhale of smoke, he eyes me carefully. “Yeah, and? You tryin’ to be the moral police now?”

“No. They’d like the wedding moved up as soon as possible, Ace.”

“Who killed Ashley, Cal?”

Sliding an arm across the top of his desk, my fingers unlatch the lid of the case, pulling out a joint for myself. Sniffing it along its length, I get a hint of orange and the ragweed growing in the forest behind the casino. It’s cheap.

“It’s not yours, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Ace stubs out the end of the paper and sheds the remnants into a separate ashtray. They must be desperate for my products over here.

“What if it could be?”

“You’re saying if I move up the date with princess priss, then I can have some product?” His ink-sleeved arms spread wide across the desk.

“Yes.”

Leaning back in his chair, his bright blue eyes scan me up and down suspiciously. “And you’ll tell me who killed my sister after?”

“Yes, that’s the deal.”

“How much stuff you gonna give up to us?”

Before I can give him an answer, three large men in white suits burst into the room. One grabs my bicep and lifts me off the chair, and the other two surround their pack leader, shoving him behind their stacked bodies. A fourth, skinny man with thick tortoise-shell glasses and an ill-fitted expensive suit strolls in behind them. Kline. Ace’s handler and decision maker. Thought I could get by with just talking with my friend, but I should have known the pack would invade.

“My client is not saying a word. You’ll leave the premises, Mr. Von Dovish. Mr. Donovan is under duress and cannot approve any agreements. Anything he stated prior to this is null and void.”

My body is shuffled toward the door, feet tripping until I go willingly and the hold of the two gorillas on either side of me relaxes. “Mr. Steadmeier, my lawyer will be contacting you regarding setting up the contract for Mr. Donovan’s marriage to Miss Freidenberg.” Glancing around the wall of muscle now blocking the door, I say, “And he will marry her.”

Wandering to the elevator with my new friends, the lawyer chastises Ace. “What were you thinking?”

As I step inside the glowing vault, the three female guests jump on with me, all hurriedly dressed. One checks out my hoodie with a sneer and the other two ignore me completely. When the doors open at the bottom floor, I simply say, “I’d get checked for chlamydia.” Then depart to short little scoffs of shock.

My watch buzzes before the valet pulls up with my Tesla outside the revolving doors. It’s pretty early in the day for Alpha to message, which means she’s likely found out information on Herodius like I asked the previous week. The fox gets to live another day.

Checking the location on the message she sent, I punch in the address on the dashboard navigation system and sit back to send out some emails, then text Max and Livia about the plans to have Ace marry Arianna in a few weeks. He’ll do it one way or another.

By the time the car drives me to Von Dovish estate, I’ve completed most of my business for the day and jump out, heading toward the woods on the back forty. An old hunting shanty leans against some oaks, but a few camping chairs and a fire circle make it cozy for our meeting.

But she’s not sitting down. She paces with her hands on her jean-covered hips, whipping her long brown ponytail around as she spots me.

“You have no idea what I’ve been through over the last week.” My legs carry me across our distance as my fingers snatch her chin, turning her cheek to me. A long, red gash has been cut along her cheekbone, stitched in several places by a professional healer.

“Huh. Look at that.”

“I’ll need surgery for it. If you want me to continue to do…that kind of work.”

Releasing her face, I stare into her deep blue eyes until she blushes. “It gives you character. They’ll just fuck you from behind now instead of peering at your face lovingly.”

Squatting in a chair, I let my legs stretch out. Her body turns to mine in a lithe movement, elbows still jutting out from her waist.

“You know, sometimes you’re a fucking asshole.”

Placing my hands behind my head, I ask, “What information do you have, Alpha?”

“Herodius. Finding out almost killed me. Obviously, I had to tail the shit out of Strauss’s spies, including Halcyon.” Her finger trails over the cut.

“Did he ass rape you in the woods again?”

Her hands lower, and there’s a slow movement in her throat as she swallows. This time, I’ve gone too far, I know. Just as I think she’s a block of ice, her eyes melt, then are quickly frozen again as she blinks, shoulders sagging. “I don’t know why I let you be so mean to me.”

This is the part where I lure her back in. And it’s so easy.

Jumping up, I run my hands down her arms, encasing her back with my chest. She stiffens, until I place my face in the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I had a rough morning, and I never should have taken it out on you. I’m an asshole. A spoiled rotten one at that.” Placing my lips next to the column of blood flowing there, I use some suction to gather the skin, licking it with the tip of my tongue. She tastes used. “I’m just jealous. I can’t stand that they get to be inside you.” Twisting her torso around to face me, I gather her in my arms and kiss the top of her head as she melts into me.

Franklin would be so proud.

“We’ll get you the surgery you need. You okay?” She nods slightly under my chin. “Now…tell me about Herodius.” Releasing her, I settle back into my chair and await her report. I shouldn’t even have to pretend to be nice. It’s my fucking intel! It’s what I let her live for!

But everyone lies.

Even I.

The poison will run deep through my veins until I die.

“There’s a female contact Strauss meets with. It sounds like Herodius is an entire organization and the woman is part of that society. You’re right, they call themselves owls. Each one goes by a different type. Barn owl, night owl, etcetera. I didn’t see her or anyone.” She sinks to her knees and sets to building a fire. “When I got caught and tortured for the last few days, I found out they require a sacrifice for a meeting.”

Caught. Tortured. Hmm. That is highly unusual for the best spy in the city. Unless… “Did you want to be caught?”

A nefarious grin comes over her as her brow lowers when she gazes up at me. “Of course. How else would I get the information my master deserves?”

Reaching across the divide, I stroke her cheek with my finger and her eyes shut as if soaking in the affection.

“Thanks, Daisy. I can always count on you.” Standing, I make it to the door of the shack before her words wrinkle the hairs along the back of my scalp.

“Cal? Be careful with Jane.”

I stop moving. Slowly turning, my gaze trails up her soldier’s frame.

Even the look I give her doesn’t derail the warning she’s prepared. “Be careful. We still don’t know much about her. I can’t trace her family lineage… She’s a wild card.”

The urge to shove her face into the fire pit overwhelms me. Forcing my body to be as still as a statue, I allow my lips to relax into an unaffected grin. “Thanks, Alpha.” Just outside the wall, my voice rings into the open winter air, “Jealousy is the tune mediocrity plays to genius.”

When I reach the estate dining room, I take two gummies, and even though they haven’t even hit my stomach, I immediately relax. After lunch and a long afternoon nap, I awaken to my time of day. Night, rather. That was my weekly pass-out session. My faculties should be good to go for the next several days.

Sliding into my desk chair, I turn on the monitors, searching out the screen I want for the first of the evening’s sessions. Spotting pale, freckled skin and a generous bottom stepping into a shower, my palm heads toward the crotch of my jeans. Through the sheer plastic curtain, I watch her lather up with her body wash, taking her time and even bending over, spreading herself. Like she’s doing it all for me.

Unzipping, I allow my hard cock some air and, at the freedom of its range of movement, it jolts in anticipation of full release. By the time she gets out and dries off her body, slowly applying lotion to her naked skin, I’m raging hard. My camera switches to her bedroom as she slips into her little thong panties and camisole, nipples hard, the pink protruding above the lace.

When she slides in between her sheets and turns off the light, the glow of the clock allows me to see her eyes close. And that’s when I grip myself and tug furiously. Turning the volume all the way up, I listen to her breaths even out and deepen, which escalates my ecstasy into overdrive. She’s in a dream, innocent and unknowing.

Spluttering a cough, I come in my hand, pulsating for at least a minute with a few days’ worth of cum. The sticky substance coats my fingers as I gather it up, cradling it in my palm, then smear it across her sleeping face on the glass.

“Goodnight.”