Louis
The bass shook the walls the moment I stepped inside the club, a familiar pulse that usually grounded me.Tonight it barely scratched the surface. I was wound too tight, too much anger, too much hunger, too much of everything.
But I'd come for a reason, it was karaoke night. My favorite night. Ridiculous as it sounded, it worked on me, it had always worked.
Not because I gave a damn about the drunk fools who screeched into microphones, but because Kara, my Kara sang like something fallen from heaven, even though she did terrible things when the lights were off.
She had the voice of an Angel. A voice too pure for a place like this.It was the only thing that calmed me when I wasn't fighting or fucking. And right now, I wanted to do both.
But I'd settle for her voice.
I walked toward the bar and tapped the counter. "Pour me my drink."
The bartender blinked like an idiot. "Um… sir, what drink is that?"
I stared at him. "When did you start working here?"
"Two days ago."
"Then tonight might be your last if you don't pour my fucking drink."
The color drained form his face, he rushed to whisper to one of the older workers who visibly rolled her eyes, muttered something to him, and shoved a bottle into his hands. A few seconds later, he returned with a glass of deep amber.
My drink.
He placed it carefully, as if afraid it would explode. I took it and downed it in one swallow.
Still not enough.
I left the bar and moved to my usual spot, a dark corner booth where I could disappear into the dark and watch everyone without being seen. The perfect vantage point, hidden enough that people forget to look for me, but close enough that I could watch everything. Hear everything. Smell everything.
Kara stepped onto the stage, bathed in soft blue and lavender lights. She pushed a loose curl behind her ear, lifted the mic, and the room quieted as if commanded.
The music started. "All I Want" by Kodaline.
Her voice floated through the air, melodious and angelic. Tension drained from my shoulders as she sang about wanting someone she couldn't have.
Fitting for my current situation. The only difference was I would have him, I was sure of it.
When she finished, the room erupted in applause. She flashed a shy, soft smile and took a bow.
My phone buzzed against my thigh. I took it out immediately, to check whom it was that had dared interrupted my moment of bliss.
I frowned as I discovered it was a message from my PI.
On my way. Forty minutes.
I exhaled sharply. He knew I hated waiting. He knew it made me think about breaking bones. And he still took his sweet time.
'One day Tobias, one day and I'll punish you for all your mistakes'
Fine.
I'd… distract myself. I stood and made my way upstairs, through the private hallway, until I reached the last door on the right, that held my little surprise for the night.
My stress relief.
My angel with devil's lingerie.
She was tied to the bedpost, silk ropes hugged her wrists, wearing lace that barely qualified as clothing. I rested my hand on the doorknob.
Don't judge me. If everyone had the chance to have a sexy blonde tied to their bedpost in their club, wearing lingerie that was barely concealing anything, they'd jump at it.
I closed my eyes in a bid to get myself in the mood, but for some reason, my libido dipped.
All it took was Viktor's face to flash through my mind.
His lips, his stubbornness, his scent. They all clouded my mind.
I had come to this club in search of him, I was told he frequented here with his friends. But I had some business to tend to at the moment. Grey was supposed to find him tonight.
I needed answers.
Before I could talk myself into opening the door, a staff member rushed up the stairs. "Sir, your PI is here."
Perfect.
A distraction from a distraction. I left the room and headed downstairs.The PI waited in one of the smaller lounges, a smug look plastered across his face. He thrust a folder at me the second I entered. "Boss. Found him."
I arched a brow, as I held the documents. "So the bastard lives?"
He nodded nervously.
"And he's here?"
Another nod.
I snatched the folder and flipped it open. Blurry photos, a deliberately hidden profile, darker hair, shorter, and a thick coat hiding half his face. But I knew him. Even disguised, I knew him.
The PI kept speaking, "He's been avoiding cameras. He blends in. But I've tracked him for weeks. I'm certain—"
"Why the hell would he come back?" I snarled. "Does he have a damn death wish?"
The PI swallowed. "Sir… you probably know why."
He was right. I did. That was the problem.
I dismissed him with a flick of my hand and headed back upstairs to Kara. She sensed me immediately I entered, her smile blooming like she'd been waiting for hours. "You're late."
I moved before she finished. In one fluid motion I closed the distance, grabbed her throat, and forced her back against the bedpost. The chains clinked as they brushed my knuckles. "Is that so?" I murmured.
Her pulse spiked against my palm, she trembled, not with fear, but with need. Desire poured off her. I could almost taste it.
"Fuck me the way you like," she whispered, breathless. "Like your little pet. Mi maestro…"
Normally, that submission would've lit me on fire. But tonight, it irritated me.
Because Viktor would never say anything like that. Viktor would fight, probably bite, bleed. And beg without admitting he was begging.
Or would he let me have my ear just like Kara? It was hard to read through those hazel eyes of his, but one thing I was certain of, was his fire.
I wondered how he tasted, if he'd let me tie him up. If he'd scream when I touched him or
break completely, when I lick and suck every crevice of his body.
The thought made my cock jerk. I unzipped my trouser and shoved myself into Kara's mouth. She gagged around me, tears gathering at her lashes. I smiled at the way she choked.
Her discomfort turned me on. It took me back to earlier in the bakery. But even as she tried to take me, all I saw in my head was Viktor on his knees instead, all I tasted was him. Pathetic.
I pulled out before finishing, leaving her panting, gasping, confused, and still chained. I needed to find him. "Here, for your service," I dropped a cheque on the table and walked away.
I could feel her eyes boring into my back as I left the room. Downstairs, the crowd surged around me. My heart pounded with feral anticipation. Someone rammed into me, I spun, fist ready to break a jaw, when my eyes met Grey's.
"Do you have a death wish?" I growled.
He gave me a tight smirk, then his face fell serious. "You need to see this." He handed me his phone.
For a moment I thought it was more surveillance. Proof Viktor was here. However, what I saw was worse, infinitely worse.
Pictures of Viktor kissing another man.
My entire body went cold. Then white-hot. My wolf slammed against my skin, pushing for release.The urge to hunt, taking over my senses.
Grey grabbed my arm. "Louis…don't—"
"No one touches him," I said, voice shaking with fury. "He belongs to me. If I have to beat it into him to remind him of that, then I will."
I didn't wait for a reply, I stalked out of the club, following Viktor's scent through the woods until it led to the summer house.
The moment I entered, I found the brown- haired human Viktor had been kissing in those photos. He was naked, with a woman straddling him, also naked.
Both gasping, startled by my sudden presence.
My eyes scanned the room for Viktor. I gathered from the scattered pieces, Viktor had walked in, seen them, and left. Yet, they couldn't even halt their endeavors due to shame, they went on like nothing happened, after hurting my Viktor.
The betrayal snapped something inside me, I moved in a blur, grabbed the pathetic male by the hair and slammed him into the wall. The crack echoed. Blood spilled down his forehead in a thick line.
The woman shrieked as he collapsed like a useless sack at her feet. I seized her, dragged her across the room, and chained her to the male . Perfect pair.
Then I grabbed the landline from the bedside table, shoving it into her trembling hands. "Call the police."
"W-why?" she sobbed.
"Because you'll need them."
I smirked. Turned. Walked out.
That wasn't enough, wasn't my intention either. But the last thing I wanted was for Viktor to see me as some cold blooded killer.
I needed him to choose me even while that pathetic human of his was alive.
My wolf purred in satisfaction. I opened the door and stepped out, onto the porch. I stopped to take a deep breath when a scream ripped through the air.
The voice was unmistakable. It was him and him. They were both here.