8. Daniella

CHAPTER 8

Daniella

G etting to the salon was a breeze. Valet parking pulled the truck around to the lot on the side of the luxury salon. Something tells me I'm about to spend an arm and leg here.

Walking in, the lady at the desk asks for my name. When I tell her, it seems like she already knows who I am.

"Would you like a drink? We have still and sparkling bottled water, sodas, coffee, wine, martinis, beer, and various pressed juices!" Jesus, this place is for rich people.

"Do you have white wine?" She gives me a kind smile.

"Yes we do, I'll pour you a glass. You can take a seat over in chair three and your stylist will be right with you." I nod a thank you and go to sit in the chair. I feel like royalty here so far. Maybe I don't mind spending the money if this is how they treat people.

The receptionist brings my glass over and wraps a cape around my shoulders. A second later, a beautiful woman with amazing high contrast black and blonde hair approaches me.

"Hey Dani, I'm Ryn! We knew you were coming in because Braxton gave me a call. I'm Carter's sister, nice to meet you!" She's fucking gorgeous.

"Hi Ryn, it's so nice to meet you. I adore your brother." She laughs a little, shaking her head.

"He's a disaster waiting to happen. So let's focus on you! What did you want to have done today?" I think for a second, making sure it's what I really want.

"I want to keep my natural black color but I want to do a split dye in the front. Blonde on one side and red on the other. I need a change and I've never done anything with actual color." She smiles brightly and seems to get a little excited.

"That's going to look absolutely amazing on you! It will definitely make your eyes pop even more! Let me mix up some color and we'll get started."

A few hours later, Ryn has finished my hair and I feel like a whole new person. I didn't get too much changed but the difference it makes is insane. I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror.

"Soooo what do you think? I absolutely love it!" I look at Ryn in the mirror and smile.

"It's amazing, you did such a good job! Thank you so much!"

She finishes fluffing it up and walks me over to the register. "Your service has already been paid for, so you have nothing to worry about! It was so great to meet you, and I hope I will get the chance to see you again soon!" My service was already paid for? How is that even possible? I walk outside to get back into the truck and start driving back to Braxton's house.

When I get there, I hop out of the truck and lock the door. Walking up to the front door, I knock, because I don't wanna be the weirdo that just walks into his house. As soon as he opens the door, my questioning begins.

"They told me at the salon that my service was already paid for… So I'm assuming that was you? Thank you, B...You also forgot to mention that the stylist was Carter's sister? By the way, I totally would love to hang out with her because she's awesome." He didn't say a word for a couple of seconds, just looked me up and down with his mouth slightly open.

"You look amazing." I can feel the blush start to creep up my neck and onto my cheeks. Every time he compliments me I can't help but get a little shy.

"Thank you, I wanted to make a change, but nothing too drastic." Looking down at me with those eyes, he smiles.

"It was a really good change because holy hell you look fucking hot." There goes the blush again. This fucking guy.

Smiling and shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen. "Hungry? We could go get dinner or something? I know it's late and I know you have work tomorrow, so it's totally up to you." As soon as he mentions dinner, my stomach starts to growl.

"I guess I could go for dinner. Do you have a Cheesecake Factory around here? I could absolutely devour a slice of cheesecake right now."

An hour later, we're sitting at a table at the Cheesecake Factory. Our waitress comes over with a big smile on her face, however, she barely pays me any mind. Her attention is on Braxton with her flirty green "fuck me" eyes. Am I invisible? Does this bitch not see me sitting here with him? I mean sure, sometimes you get the wrong impression but fuck, she hadn't even looked at me while I was speaking. My mind replays the night of the bonfire, and watching that man's blood pool around his body on the ground. Shit. I need to get it together. I can't just kill a girl for flirting with what's not mine. But he is. He's very much mine.

We placed our orders and Braxton was shocked to hear me order a whiskey smash. "You're a whiskey drinker?" His shock makes me giggle.

"Never been one to go for the fruity drinks unless the whiskey they offer is shitty." He gives me that smirk I've seen many times before.

"Hm, a whiskey drinker that's ready to stab the waitress in the neck. My kinda girl." Oh God, how did he know.

"I do not want to stab her, I'm not a killer!" He simply just smiles and winks at me.

A minute later, the waitress brings a tray with our drinks. She sweetly places B's down in front of him, making sure to push her cleavage up near his face. Gag. Turning towards me, she goes to place my drink down, but places it on the edge of the table and the glass falls into my lap, leaving me soaking wet.

"Oops, sorry."

This bitch didn't even get anything to help me clean it up. She walks away, swishing her hair and throwing a wink over her shoulder to B. Looking up at him, I'm sure he can see the rage in my eyes.

"Yeah, now I want to stab her." He laughs before answering.

"We can arrange that."

After we finish our food, we head outside to the car. "Give me one second, I'll be right back." Leaving me confused, he heads back into the restaurant. What the hell is he doing? Waiting a few minutes, he comes back out… with that bitch of a waitress in tow. What the fuck? Hopping into the back seat, she actually pays attention to me.

"I'm so excited! Thanks for letting me join!" I try my best to hide my confusion and give her a nod of acknowledgment. Braxton gets into the truck then looks at me and winks.

"Let's get this night going, shall we?" I know he can see the confusion written all over my face.

Getting back to his house, my curiosity reaches an all time high as he takes us out back to a little bunker. He turns to the waitress and gives her a sly smile, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to a metal table. He helps her up onto the table, pushing her to lay on her back.

"Oh, sweet Savannah. You made my girl here pretty angry." He straps her arms and legs to the table using cuffs that are connected to the table by chains. "You spilled her drink and didn't get her a new one. And you flirted with what's hers. She didn't like that very much."

Did he just say he's mine? Savannah? What is going on here?

"Because of the way you've made my Little Rage feel, I have to let her have some fun with you." Savannah looks up at him through her lashes then throws a flirty glance my way, licking her lips. Ew. I didn't sign up for this.

Turning away from her, B looks at me through lust-filled eyes.

"I told you we could arrange it, Little Rage." He slowly walks towards me, not once taking his eyes off of me. I gulp, not knowing what to say. "Don't be shy, Angel. I did this for you, so you could let your anger out." There's a tingle in my fingers at his words. The fire inside of me ignites.

"You're too good to me." I feel the corners of my lips turn up and I start making my way over to the table. Looking over her, I feel my rage bubble as she looks at me seductively. She really must be fucking dumb.

I spot some medical equipment over on a counter and walk over to grab the chef's knife.

"That's my good girl, Dani. Do what feels natural." Hearing his words, I feel sure about what I'm doing. In one swift motion, I turn and slice the skin on Savannah's leg, not wanting to end the fun too soon. Her screams fill me with joy and my adrenaline rises to the surface.

"You stupid fucking cunt! Why the fuck would you do that? Uncuff me now! I didn't agree to this sadistic shit, fucking psychos!" I can't help but laugh. She wants to act like a bitch while I'm holding a knife? Okay, girl.

"Clearly you don't know how this works, Savannah. If you want to be a bitch, it's going to hurt more, but you're already pissing me off so we're just going to get this over with. You're annoying, thanks for ruining my fun."

Hovering the knife over her throat, I slam it down in the center and twist. Blood pours out and drips down to the floor.

Ripping the knife out of her neck, blood spurts out, splattering on my face. Walking over to Braxton, I hold the knife to his throat and apply pressure.

"I should cut you for encouraging this kind of behavior, B."

Pushing myself tightly against him, I feel his cock swell in his pants. He looks down at me with a smirk.

"Are you flirting with me, Little Rage?"

Fucking hell. He always knows what to say to get me going. The simplest things feel over the top and run right through me every single time.

Putting his hand around my throat, Braxton pushes me back until my legs hit the side of the metal table. Without breaking eye contact, he uncuffs Savannah's limp body and pushes it to the floor. He lifts me to sit on the table and I can immediately feel the blood starting to soak into my pants.

"Be a good girl for me and take your pants off, then lay back. Keep your ass at the edge of the table."

My breathing picks up as I do what he says, feeling the red liquid saturate the strands of my hair.

He gets to his knees and bites my inner thigh until he draws blood and licks it clean. He continues this until he's made his way to my opening. In one long and rough motion, he licks me. Stopping at my clit, he blows a gentle breath, making my legs quiver and a moan slips out of my mouth. He smiles up at me before shoving his tongue in me repeatedly and brings his thumb up to my clit, making small circles. My moaning continues and as he groans his approval, vibrating on my pussy. As I start nearing the edge, he stops and I can't help but yell in frustration.

"Don't fucking stop!!"

He smirks before going back down and licking slowly. My frustration peaks and I pull on the strands of his hair, pulling him deeper. Quickening his pace, he moves up to suck on my clit and pushes his fingers inside me. My hips jolt upwards as he curls them and pumps them in and out while still sucking and licking. I can feel my climax getting closer and my hips move in rhythm with him. Curling my toes and squeezing my thighs around his head, my orgasm surges through me as I scream through my release. He's quick to stand back up as I pant and try to catch my breath.

Pulling his pants down, he reaches over and slides his fingers through the blood. He strokes himself with it, covering his cock before grabbing my hips and ramming inside of me. The pressure is almost unbearable.

"I can't do it, B. It's too much."

His strokes are languid and rhythmic, pulling out until the tip is almost completely out then pushing back in slowly. My frantic breathing picks back up as my arousal spreads through me.

"Mmmm Little Rage, you can take it. Lift your hips for me like a good girl."

He smirks before quickening his pace, ramming in and out while the table rattles underneath me. The movements leave me breathless and I can barely get out a whimper.

"Your inner darkness is starting to shine, Little Rage. Let me see how deep it runs."