His Nasty Virgin

“Jesus Christ,” Adrian swore as I slowly slit the man’s throat, his blood coating my hands. I watched with a sick, twisted grin on my face as his eyes slowly rolled back in his head and the life left his eyes. “I forgot how fucked up you are in the head.”

I laughed and walked over to the sink to wash my hands and clean and disinfect my knife. “How the fuck do you think I’ve survived the last ten damn years in prison?” I asked him. “It wasn’t because I was a nice guy.”

Adrian scoffed. “I fucking know that, dickwad.” I quietly laughed. “Besides, what the hell have you been doing for the past ten years?”

“Taking care of hits.” I shrugged. “One of the guards would let me know when James needed something done, and I took care of it. Everyone else turned a blind fucking eye to it all.” Sometimes, it was easy to forget that once I went inside, the family wasn’t notified about anything I was doing. All everyone knew was that I was alive.

It was our life. You went inside, and you became secluded from everyone and everything you’d ever known in more ways than one.

Adrian shook his head, shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks. “I should have known you were doing some fucked up shit while you were inside.”All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I shrugged. “Wasn’t as fun as this, though,” I admitted, leaning my back against the counter as I dried my hands on a towel. “In prison, you’ve got to do shit quickly and quietly, can’t play around.”

Adrian made a disgusted sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll never understand how you’re the more demented one out of you and your brother.” He shook his head.

I grinned at him as I slid my knife back into its case on my hip. “James was always the one with the brains for this shit. I’ve got the brawn.”

Adrian cut me a dark look. “He’d kick your ass if he heard you say that.”

I rolled my eyes. James had the head for the business side of our family; I didn’t.

“I don’t have the patience for the shit that James deals with on a daily basis,” I reminded Adrian as we walked past the guys cleaning up the mess I’d made. “I like to be in the shadows, doing the dirty work that most other people don’t want to do. It’s always been like that for us, even as kids.”

Adrian sighed, striding towards his SUV as I walked towards my sports car. “Don’t get pulled over on your first day out, Darren.”

I laughed. “I’ve got my license.”

He just rolled his eyes and shut the door. As soon as he was rolling out of the lot, I scrubbed my hands down my face and got in my car, calling my brother.

“You better be glad I wasn’t busy,” he rumbled.

I rolled my eyes, though he couldn’t see me. “As if you’d answer if you were balls deep inside of your wife.”

“Watch yourself,” he warned me, an edge to his words. When it came to Emmaline, he was very particular about how anyone spoke of her and anything they did together.

Never thought I’d see the day that my brother was head over heels for a woman especially one as sweet as Emmaline.

I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel as I pulled onto the empty, deserted road. “You still allow family into your club?” I asked him.

“What’s mine is yours, brother,” he reminded me. “Don’t call and ask me something stupid like that again.”

With that, he hung up the call. I scowled at the screen for a moment before focusing back on the road. James could be a dick when he wanted to be. I knew that would never change.

Wouldn’t have it any other fucking way, though.

I relaxed back in my seat, heading towards his place so I could get a shower. I hoped whatever submissive I snagged tonight was ready to go for fucking hours because I fucking needed it.

~*~*~

JULIANA

I whimpered as my knees made a sickening thud with the floor, the man in front of me gripping my hair, pulling on it so tightly that my scalp was throbbing. Tears pricked at my eyes, my heart thudding hard in my chest.

I’d come here to escape this. I’d been told I would be safe here.

I just wanted a room. I didn’t like being taken in public like this. It was even in my contract with the owner.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Yo, what the absolute fuck?” I heard someone snarl. I squeaked in shock when a man almost triple the size of the guy holding me down grabbed his wrist. “Let the fucking lady go,” the beast growled. “One second, or I’ll break your fucking wrist.”

The man shoved me away from him, sending me sprawling to the floor. I knocked my head hard against the flooring, and I barely bit back a cry of pain.

The man who had come to my rescue tossed the guy halfway across the room, and from there, it was fucking chaos.

One of the girls came to help me up while another smoothed her hands over my hair, taking my hair out of its braid so she could fix it for me.

I couldn’t rip my eyes off the bloody scene in front of me.

The man who had been holding me, who had completely ignored what had been in my contract, was now completely unconscious, his face a bloody mess, his back bent at an awkward angle.

I wanted to throw up.

I cast my eyes to the floor as the man who had come to my rescue suddenly stormed over to me, pulling his phone from his pocket as he did so. “Goddamn passcode bullshit,” he snarled. His anger at his password would have been amusing if he didn’t look so terrifying. He looked down at me. “On your feet,” he ordered.

I shakily stood to my feet with the help of the two women. Without a word, he knelt and lifted me into his arms, striding towards the back where the rooms were located. Once we were inside of a room, he kicked the door shut and ordered me to sit on the couch. “You good?” he asked me once we were alone.

I nodded. He frowned at me but surprisingly didn’t comment on the fact that I didn’t verbally answer him. Instead, he focused back on his phone, muttering a curse as he pulled it up to his ear.

“First of all, I want a goddamn flip phone.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed, which wasn’t something I did often, so it was throaty rather than the lighter laugh of normal women. He looked over at me in surprise, and his lips tilted up the slightest bit, making my heart skip a beat in my chest. He didn’t look so damn terrifying when he smiled. “Second, you’ve got a problem at your club. Just found one of the doms holding one of the girls down against her will. His spine is snapped.” I swallowed thickly at that news. He paced the room, stopping to stare at the wall. “Don’t give a fuck, James. Get clean up.”