Page 42 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
The car ahead turns onto familiar streets as I continue to follow, places I navigate daily.
Is she going to another club? Some place where I don’t know the layout and can’t protect her as easily?
Fuck.
I don’t want to kill anyone tonight, but it might be inevitable if any other fucker looks at her in that dress.
I exhale in relief as Clarissa exits the car and steps into the club. My club. There’s no running away. She’s stepping into my castle, and I’m the motherfucking king. Soon, she’ll discover what I’ll do to make her my queen. My fucking raven. My little bird. Mine.
I rush into the club from the back room. She’s safe in the club. Enzo has passed around her picture so all the guys know she’s off-limits. I hate that they even looked at her once, but it has to be done. It won’t serve anyone if I go off half-cocked and start killing the entire crew.
“Nice to see you,” Enzo says as I pass him in the dark corridor.
“If you wanna talk, meet me at the perch.”
The perch is the highest point in the club. It’s where I sit, my throne, as I watch the spectacle below. It’s also the best place to protect her. From there, I can trace her gliding on the dancefloor and see who talks to her.
I track her every movement. She’s so beautiful that it physically hurts to look at her. She smiles at the bartender, Josie, when she takes her drink and sits down. I never thought it was possible to be fucking jealous of a damn chair.
“You look like shit,” Enzo says, coming to stand beside me. “You can’t go on much longer, or you’re gonna snap.”
“Too fuckin late. I snapped the moment I saw her.”
“You’re no good to her or anyone if you’re fucked up and off your game.”
I scrub my face, trying to get my fucking brain under control. I’ve let everything go. My only interest has been Raven. Nothing else seems to matter to me. I could burn it all down, and it would be fine so long as she was with me.
“What ya gonna do, Vance? Follow her like a puppy for the rest of your life?”
“Fuck off.”
Enzo laughs, slapping me on the back with his open hand. “I love you, man, but you’re certifiable. I’ve never seen you this deranged, and a lot of pussy gets slung your way.
“I don’t want any other pussy.”
“Can’t you fuck one of the dark-haired girls and pretend it’s her? Maybe a good nut will get you back on the straight and narrow.”
I grit my teeth, my hands turning ghostly from my grip on the railing. “Don’t want anyone else. Only want her. Only her.”
Enzo keeps talking, but I ignore him because a creepy guy with slicked-back hair wearing a generic suit is talking to my raven. She smiles politely, but her body shifts away, silently telling the fucker she isn’t interested. The cocksucker doesn’t get the message. He doesn’t back away and move on to the next conquest. He shifts his body closer, crowding her space.
I’m on my feet, sprinting down the stairs in a split second. “Rock! Tony! Come with me.”
The two bouncers don’t ask questions. Like good soldiers, they follow my commands.
I approach Clarissa. “Sir,” I say through gritted teeth. “Please come with us.”
“What the fuck for?” the prick demands.
“We’d like to have a conversation with you, sir. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I prefer the former, but I’m not opposed to the latter.”
The asshole’s eyes widen and shift from left to right as if searching for an out, but there isn’t one. This is my palace, and he’s pissed off the king. My boys grab him by the arms, and he yells as they drag him away.
“Hey,” Clarissa says. “I was hoping I would bump into you. Is that guy gonna be all right?”
I grab a lock of her hair, testing its silky softness in my fingers. “Don’t worry about him, Little Bird. Why were you lookin’ for me?”
She peers at me as her perfectly straight teeth graze her bottom lip, making my dick hard as a rock. “I got your delivery. It was really kind. Thank you.”