Page 54 of Created in Chaos
The fear on her face I didn’t acknowledge that day batters me now in some sick form of karma, but I have a good excuse to look away so I can see who was responsible for hurting her, while also making sure I didn’t follow through with my plans that day. It’s strange to think I should be grateful to them. What I could have done would have been so much worse than what they accomplished that day.
I wanted Nova gone, out of my head and my life, and I was there to make sure it happened, even if it meant hurting her.
“Pause it.” I move as if I might be able to stop it myself, but Morozov was ready. The image is frozen on a face that makes me want to puke.
Nova exhales with a splutter. “I bet she wouldn’t have been so eager to help you if you told her why you wanted into the security system.” I can feel her looking at the side of my face, gauging how I’ll deal with the fact that the person I went to so I could get answers is the same person who tried to corner her in a dark room.
“She’s too fucking stupid to ask questions. She bleats just like the rest of them.”
“What are you doing?” Nova asks when I pull out my phone.
“I’m going to thank her for her help,” I deadpan, because I feel like I’m on a very slippery slope. If I let my emotions get the better of me, I might kill Grace before I find out if she was behind the attack in the bathroom.
“You have her number saved in your phone?” Indignant rage simmers in her accusatory tone, and I can’t blame her.
“A useful oversight on my part, which I’m handling now.” My thumbs shake as I type out the message on my phone.
Morningstar: Party at ours.
Grace: Password?
Morningstar: You won’t need one.
Nova reads over my arm. “Password? What is that? Some kinky game you played with her?”
“No, it was how they got in the gate.”
“A password? You really do love this secret society garbage, don’t you?”
“It was more about exclusivity,” Nox clarifies.
“It was my idea. It was also dumb, pretentious bullshit, but we haven’t fucked around like that in a long time. Give us a little credit for growing up.”
Nova actually rolls her eyes before planting her hands on her hips and questioning, “How long do we have to wait for your little girlfriend to show up?”
“She’s not my anything and never was.” I turn my attention to Lev. “Have someone meet her at the gate and take her to the beach house. Let me know when she arrives.” I place my hand on Nova’s back, trying to lead her from Morozov’s office.
“I’m coming with you,” she starts, already sensing my intent.
I lean down so only she will hear my next words. “We’ll discuss terms in private.”
“We don’t need terms. I’m going with you.”
I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and tilt her head, bringing her closer to my mouth so when I speak, it’s into her ear. “We will discuss this in private, lamb, or I can strap your ass to the bed until this shit is done. You decide.”
“We will be discussing it,” she concedes after a long moment of hesitation. God, I’m fucked up. I love and hate that she doesn’t just bow to me at the same damn time.
I bite the bottom of her ear before kissing her in the same spot, then I release her while I have the strength to do it.
I’m scheming and plotting all the way up to the room, trying to figure out how I can keep Nova far away from Grace and what needs to happen. I’m not used to bargaining. I’m used to what I say goes, in most instances, and I don’t even know what to offer her to keep her here, insulated from harsh realities.
Money won’t work, and the offer of power is useless. Maybe if I tell her the truth, she will see reason. I glance briefly at Nox, trying to gain his attention, but he won’t look at me, and I know it’s on purpose, I just don’t know why. There’s no way he wants to be there, since he hates this kind of stuff, so what is it?
Nova spins to face me the second we’re in the bedroom. “Why don’t you want me there?” She’s suspicious for all the wrong reasons. At some point, I’m going to have to sit her down, or maybe lay her down, and make her understand she has absolutely no reason to question my loyalty to her. I’ve had enough pussy to know hers is the only one I want. Still, her possessiveness makes me want to strip her bare and mark every inch of her with my teeth and cum.
“Lucian.” My name is a warning on her lips, a threat to answer her or else. I bet our children will scatter when she says their name like that.
I slip down a rabbit hole where shit I’ve never once thought about flashes in my head. Nova with a round, pregnant belly, her pussy ripe and always needy. Nova holding two bundles, then her sitting on the floor, playing games and smiling while the sound of chaos surrounds her.