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Manson pulls back. “I got her to come faster than you did.”

Riley arches an eyebrow. “You looked good bowing when I told you to eat.”

Manson’s eyes narrow. “I took your toy, little sister.”

Riley smiles. “You’re so easy to manipulate, you know that Manson?”

I see the aggression before he moves. It’s like a wave of heat rolls off Manson, and he lunges at Riley.

I struggle to roll away, but my muscles are like liquid gold. Manson wrestles Riley until she’s lying next to me and looks down at both of us with a feral smile. “There. Both of my pretty toys are under me. Just how I like it.”

11

Hero Killer - PierceTheSkies

One week ago

I survey the sex club in front of me, the heavy beat of the base pounding into my chest. The music used to make me feel a little something other than the endless boredom. But now, I feel nothing.

I didn’t plan on coming tonight, but the void is so empty I wandered in here, hoping it would help.

I stare out onto the dancefloor from my reserved corner. My dad used to always bring me here, but now I’ve taken over most of the family business, and I’m too busy for it. I’m one of the major drug distributors in the region, and at first, I found it stimulating. I used to love working relations between us and the cartel, weeding out moles and doling out punishments with my fists. Anything to keep my mind off the infuriating woman my father brought into our lives. I’ve tried everything possible to get her to bow to me, but she won’t. She’s impossible to manipulate, aggressive, and damn near as smart as me.

Which I never find.

I look over the club again, feeling a hint of annoyance thinking about Riley. The woman I still haven’t tamed.

Nearly naked men and women dance on the dance floor, and some fuck openly on the couches arranged around the area.

The Hunter’s Club looks like a swinger’s club. It’s where the rich, bored, and famous come to get their rocks off, at least on paper. The real reason people come here is to be noticed by Wyatt, the owner. If he likes you, he’ll invite you to his private island to play his little annual hunting game.

I’ve gone every year since I was seventeen. Besides messing with Riley, it’s been the greatest thrill I’ve ever felt.

I shift, thinking about her again. She hasn’t talked to me in days. Which usually means she’s mad at me or up to something and doesn’t want me to know about it.

I check my phone again. We aren’t supposed to bring our phones in here, but I could care less right now. There’s nothing from Riley.

I grip my phone hard, looking up at the room again. My gaze immediately catches on a tall, lithe woman who’s just walked in. She’s in a short, sparkly black dress that grips her body. I cock my head in interest. Not many women are as tall as Riley.

As the woman turns, I catch a glimpse of her face.

My whole body locks up. ItisRiley.

What the hell is she doing here? This club is full of pieces of shit who will eat her alive.

Rage rushes through me, and I jump to my feet. Riley ismine. No one else gets to touch her. Stalking to where Riley leans against the bar, I come up behind her and drop my arm around her shoulders. She turns a dazzling grin to me that instantly disappears as soon as she sees me.

“Long time no see, sis.” I grip her tightly.

“Manson,” she smiles, but it’s fake. As is everything about her tonight. She hates dresses, and her hair is even out of her favorite braids.

“What are you doing here?” I can’t keep the slight quiver out of my muscles. Adrenaline is flooding my system.

Riley turns away from me. “Just looking for a good fuck.”

I laugh, although nothing is funny about this. Riley knows just how to fuck with me. I yank her back from the bar. “Join me, sis.”

Riley tries to yank away from me, but I pull her back toward one of the private rooms. No one even bats an eye as she fights me. Around here, discretion is more valuable than anything. People have been killed for less.