“Stacia! Stacia!” Leandro yells, calling my name from somewhere behind me. People scream, and the crowd disperses, no longer entertained by the fucked up situation.
I raise my hand up, my body shaking as I struggle to breathe from being choked, and from the smoky air, turning black as the sprinklers put out the fire.
“She’s over there. Hurry and grab her. The police are coming, and we can’t be caught here.” Talon materializes a few feet away from me and Leandro rushes to scoop me up into his arms.
I can barely comprehend the chaos. I don’t even see where the members of the King’s Court disappear to. I don’t know where William Blackstone is either. All I see are those who rush toward the exits, probably thankful that they get to go home. They probably won’t even think twice about everything that happened as long as no one messes with their lives.
“Kill him,” Esteban says, his arm slung around Christos’s shoulders. “You have to make sure he doesn’t make it out alive.”
Talon stands over Kenneth, looking down at him, his body now still and unmoving. Blood gushes from his eye and ears, with his mouth stained red. Reaching down, Talon presses his fingers into His Majesty’s throat, checking for a pulse.
“He’s already dead,” Talon says, getting to his feet. “Let the police find him. They can see what a psycho he is.”
“What about the evidence? Everyone in the robes?” I ask, a part of me fearing the repercussions of this side of us coming to light. A side that should have always remained in the darkness.
“Who fucking cares. Let them think whatever they want.” Leandro adjusts me in his arms and motions toward an emergency exit leading from the altar.
“It’ll be covered up by morning. I can assure you that. The Society of Secrets will always remain a mystery and an urban legend to those outside of our courts.” Talon pushes open the door, looking around at the massacre in the church. He proved his name worthy. He showed everyone the dangerous man he really is.
As for me? I’m no longer a good little Princess Kenneth tried to force me to be. I’m not just a body for him to treat like a piece in a game. I’m not a weak little prey being hunted for power. I’m the true predator. The true Queen.
And I am here to take control. The Looking Glass chapter will never be the same. We will move forward. I didn’t almost lose everything just to give it away.
I have proven my worth.
As I stand by the sides of the men who cherish and adore me. The men who respect me. I know I’m fit to rule.
Long may we reign.
29
The Vow
“Didyouseethenews?” Leandro asks, heading into the guest bedroom I’ve claimed within the St. Germaine estate. “His death was ruled an overdose. There isn’t a single mention of all the bullshit, including the fact that you keyed him in the eye. Fucking crazy. I just can’t wrap my mind around how powerful this cult is.”
“It’s not a cult.” I laugh, tossing a pillow at him. “You’ll see, Protector. Just wait until the next meeting.”
Leandro’s face darkens, his smile fading. I know a part of him despises the idea that I don’t just turn my back and walk away from all of this, but there’s too much I want to change in the world. I can’t do that without the Looking Glass chapter and Kenneth’s financial empire, which now belongs to me as the last St. Germaine.
I roll off the bed and sashay toward him, shaking my hips and giving him a view of my cleavage from my nighty. He had commanded that I rest for a day as he monitored my breathing, but that day turned into two, and I finally have been catching up on sleep while Talon, Christos, and Esteban solidify our new stronghold on power.
He can’t resist me and opens his arms, letting me stroll into his embrace. His dark expression turns to lust, and he meets me for a passionate kiss, giving me life instead of taking my breath. Electricity courses through my veins, buzzing across my skin and down my body to heat between my legs. I’ve been yearning for a moment of affection, especially because my guys have been treating me as if I’m porcelain instead of made of bulletproof glass.
He moans against my mouth, pressing his hips to mine, so I can feel the hardness of his length on my pelvis. I reach down and stroke my fingers over his cock, wanting nothing more than to give in to his every desire.
“You might want to reconsider if you are even a little bit exhausted, wild child,” Talon says, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “I’m not alone out here, and you know the rule.”
I lift my eyebrows and laugh, my voice tinkling through the air, breathy with the thrill of his suggestion.
I curl and uncurl my finger, holding onto Leandro, still teasing him with my free hand. “And I have put a new rule into effect as Queen. If you want to be on my court, you must bow before me,” I tease, biting my lip at that suggestion.
“Dios mío, mamacita. I’ll kiss you from your feet to your pussy. You don’t have to command me twice.” Esteban dodges past Talon, smacking him on the back with a laugh.
Nerves dance across my muscles, but I don’t deny them. If they are okay with listening to my commands, acting as my equals when it comes to my love, then I will give them what they want. I’m not afraid. They will never break me to their wills. They will always lift me up and ensure the world is mine.
“Fuck, how is this going to even work?” Christos asks, following behind Talon as he slams the door, despite no one being on the estate besides us. I retired the staff early, wanting nothing more than to repay those who worked for someone like Kenneth.
Esteban chuckles and stops behind me, only to grab my wrist and spin me around. He brings his finger to my lips. “Uno.” Lacing his fingers through mine, he holds up my arm next. “Dos.” Tingles burst between my legs as he drags his finger down my arm and across my chest, dipping it between my cleavage to draw a line down my torso to my pelvis. He slips his finger inside my thong and touches between my legs. “Tres.” He takes a moment to stroke me, sending my legs trembling, my body wanting to crumble to the floor with his attention. He slowly drops to his knees and guides me to turn back toward Leandro. He then takes his slick finger, wet from my body, and he gently slides it into my ass, making me moan. “Quattro.”