Chapter 6
Axel
My mind is trying toplay catch up with what the hell I’ve just witnessed. The moment she came into view, I was in a trance. As if I was under her spell without even having to look at her face. Her presence alone commanded the room. The way her body moved so effortlessly and the timing of each shot she took was breathtaking. She makes the word ‘monster’ into a compliment of the highest honor, seeing as she is the most beautiful monster I’ve ever seen. When she was done with her performance and went off to the side to speak with someone, I assumed that was the end of the show. I turned my attention to Dean, who was commenting to himself about what we just saw. Neo’s demands of Lucas earlier were confusing to me. Neo asked if it was “her” down there, and I had no idea what he was talking about. When our eyes followed his gaze, I never in a million years would have thought that the woman down there, the woman who had just tortured and killed six men, would turn out to be Harlow McKaven.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But when my gaze devours her gorgeous body and I reach her piercing blue eyes, there is no doubt in my mind that this is Harlow. The question is, what the fuck is she doing here, and how the hell is she Queenie?
“This can’t be real. There is no way that this is really happening,” Dean says, heavily in denial. “No, it's just a big coincidence. She just happens to resemble her, that's all,” he rambles on. Being blindsided by something this big is making him lose control, and he's not handling it very well.
Lucas and his buddies are leading us away to start our meeting with Queenie officially... or should I say, Harlow. What the hell is going on?
“Sorry to break it to you, Daddy Dean, but that was absolutely the one and only Harlow McKaven. No mistaking those eyes,” Neo says with a splitting grin. He is beyond excited about the revelation, not seeming to care that the girl we thought we sent away to have a better life is smack dab in the middle of the very life we tried to spare her from. Hell, she's pretty much running it!
“Don't be foolish, Neo! How are you not more surprised or shocked that it’s Harlow, for fuck’s sake, and she's turned into a fucking cold-blooded killer?” I seethe, grabbing him by the shoulder to stop him so that I can look at his face and into his eyes.
His smile turns from giddy schoolgirl to dangerously lustful. “I know. It's amazing,” he sighs. “You have no idea how many wet dreams I’ve had of us fucking bareback in a pool of blood.” His eyes hold a faraway, dreamy look before looking back at me. “And now it's so close to becoming reality, I can taste it.”
Lucas lets out a huffed laugh under his breath and shakes his head.
“What?!” Neo asks, his smile slipping from heavenly to murderous psycho like a light switch being flipped. “What's so funny, pretty boy?” Neo asks, cocking his head to the side.
“You, pretty boy,” he mocks back. “If any of you think you have a chance in hell at having your teenage dream fantasy playing out, you're dead wrong. Queenie hates men, especially straight men. You will never lay your hands on her without her eating you alive. I’ve seen what she does to her play toys; you wouldn't survive one night in her dungeon.” Lucas smirks in an almost teasing way, like he's trying to get a rise out of us.
“Dungeon?” Neo asks, groaning like he just came into his damn pants. Fucking crazy bastard.
“Of course, that turns you on,” one of the other guys utters.
They lead us through a door and down to what must have been the basement, the same level where Harlow just put on her show. Harlow. How strange it is to say her name again. Shaking my head from my thoughts, I follow along, grumbling to myself, wondering if she's going to off us like she did those men only moments before. After what we did, I wouldn't be surprised. From what I just saw, it seems like she would kill a man for far less.
We come to a stop in a little waiting area. A black leather couch sits against a wall, and on the opposite side of it is a door. “Have a seat; Queenie should be done soon.” Lucas nods his head in the direction of the couch. Neo plops down on it, stretching his legs out to rest on the edge of the coffee table and relaxing back into it, putting his arms on the back and arm of the couch. Cass takes a seat next to him, but Dean stays standing next to my brother while I stand next to Neo, content with staying right where we are.
As I think to myself and wonder what else she would need to be doing before this meeting, I get my answer with a loud bang. All our heads snap to the door where the noise emanated from. The banging continues, followed by, “Fuck yes! Pound my pussy harder, Garrett, make me cum like a river,” a voice shouts. The banging gets faster, and male grunting starts up.
Fury takes hold of me, filling my veins at the idea of someone touching Harlow, the woman I’ve been in love with since I was a teenager. I’ve always pushed her to the back of my mind, never wanting to be consumed by her like my brother was, but hearing this has brought everything back full force. Looking over at the guys, I can tell by the looks on their faces that they are thinking the same thing.
The sounds of pleasure grow louder, then the sexiest cry is released. As much as the idea of someone plowing into her makes me want to commit a murder of my own, that cry turns my cock rock hard. Dean stands there, completely rigid, with his hands fisted at his side and his jaw clenched as he takes deep breaths trying to keep himself under control. Not from anger, like myself, but because of all the surprises that were thrown at him tonight. He's just about ready to explode. Throw in the fact that the woman he's also been in love with for years is with another man at this very moment, and yeah, I don't think he's going to last much longer.
There's some rustling going on in the room, and a moment later, a man with short blonde hair, big muscles, and an earring exits the room. Neo and Cass stand up. Dean and I take a step closer to them. The guy buckles up his pants before nodding to Lucas and his buddies, not even bothering to look our way.
“Sorry about that,” an out of breath giggle comes from the doorway. Our head snaps over to the door, away from that guy, to find Harlow leaning against the doorway.
Her hair is tousled and sweat lines her hairline, giving her a freshly fucked glow. Seeing her up close, I don't know how I could ever deny that this is indeed Harlow. Our Harlow. Same height, same build, only more mature. She wears a smile, but it seems to be masking a darker side of herself. Not just the killer within, but something much more gruesome.
She looks at all of us as if we were just any other group of men, she's having a meeting with. Does she even know it's us?
She turns around, heading back into the room, leaving the door open. “Come on in, boys,” she calls in a cheery voice, then looks over her shoulder, her smile turning a little crazy. “I don't bite...much.” Fuck. I can see why grown men piss themselves at the mere mention of her name. This girl is terrifying.
Harlow
THE ROOM SMELLS OFsex and cinnamon. I’m still deliciously sore between my legs. Garrett fucked me hard and dirty, just the way I like it. Just the way Idemandhim to. But I still find myself wanting as I look at the four boys turned men who I hopelessly and oh so very stupidly fell madly in love with.What? I'm not fucking blind; they are fine as hell.Don't worry; I didn't forget what they did. I’m imagining fifty-two different ways I can slice and dice their bodies as we speak.
Taking a seat in my chair, I lean back and prop my feet up on my desk. I’m in a pair of sleep shorts and a loose top. No bra.
The guys walk into the office and over to the chairs in front of the desk with caution. To say I’ve shocked them would be an understatement. My face shows no emotion, but underneath, I’m going off like a slot machine, only instead of shooting quarters, I’m shooting feelings...Eww. When my eyes find theirs, my heart drops into my stomach. All the pain they’ve put me through comes rushing back—the phone call from Dean, the homeless shelter, Triver. I quickly shove them back down,deepdown. But when I see Cass, that one hits the hardest—our first time making love flashes before my eyes. He told me that he wanted me to be his first and to show me what it was like to have sex with someone you cared for and had a choice in. Something I never had before in all the years I could remember. I don't like being reminded of how human I really am. Feelings blind your judgment. Impact your decisions. I can't afford that. I'm already pushing my boundaries with Evie, but she's different. She's a special case when it comes to my emotions.
Theymade me lower my guard; they made me feel things I told myself I'd never allow myself to feel. Then, they destroyed me. That won't be happening again. They will leave herewishingthey never came in the first place. They're mine now, but not in a way that's gonna be pleasant for them.
They each take a seat and I pull a lollipop out of my drawer, ripping off the wrapper before popping it into my mouth.