Bone: A Dark Billionaire Romance (With bonus book Exhibit!) (9 page)

I can’t begin to tell you how incredible the sensation of being involved in something like this is. I feel like I’m creating history, that in years to come they’ll talk about the genius of the work we’ve done with the kind of reverence that’s usually reserved for absolute masters of their art. And to have someone to share that all with makes it even more worthwhile. It makes me understand why Bone brought me along in the first place. The police and the public only know so much of what goes on. The killer sees the real beauty in the work first hand, and now that I’ve seen what he does, I know that he really is a true genius.

Tonight we are doing one of mine. Bone lets me pick from time to time, and this one I’ve been looking forward to for a while. It’s just a shame we only get to do them once.

I
’m in love. Bone’s in love. Maude is a sensation. With her, we’ve increased our production rate exponentially. She’s a natural with the blade, an incredible fuck, knowledgeable, eager to learn more, patient, not in the least bit squeamish and genuinely, one hundred percent excited about the project. I hate the term, but she really is a natural born serial killer.

I was a little skeptical initially, especially with her being a virgin, but after that first time, she really hasn’t looked back once. Maude is exactly what Bone and I needed. Aside from having someone to share our work with, she is someone we can share our live with.

It’s not all killing, although it’s the killing we enjoy and look forward to the most. Apart from that, we are actually a fairly normal couple. I maintain a public presence, we continue with our serial killers tour project, we go out and eat, we stay home and fuck, and we enjoy each others company.

The fact that every once in awhile we find a young virgin, fuck her and each other, kill her and then cut a bone from her body for our collection is just one way we have of expressing our artistic needs and fulfilling our addictions.

Bone won’t go away, I’ve always known that and I’ve never wanted him to anyway. Bone is as much a part of me as any other part of my body. Finding someone to accept that, and I have done in Maude, makes me happier than I can even begin to explain.

There was never anyone else. Maude was the only virgin I didn’t kill. We joke about that sometimes, right before she plunges the knife into one of our chosen victims, or I plunge my cock into one of her holes, or sometimes we do both.

Bone, myself and Maude, we’re a perfect team and soon our project will be complete. For a long time I thought I wasn’t capable of love, now I know I don’t have to live without it. I can carry on killing and feeding Bone without having to sacrifice a loving and understanding relationship.

I can’t begin to find the words to describe how important that is for me.

I’ll think about it tonight when Bone has been fed and satisfied, he leaves us both alone.

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2016 by Stella Noir & Aria Frost

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veryone has a secret...

New York's top earning city trader, Bain Power, receives a special present in his annual bonus this year - access to exclusive members only bar 'Kings', where color coded rooms provide each of their exclusive guests with tailor made fantasies.

Violet, a struggling au pair for a rich family, finds herself unexpectedly taken along for the ride, when their paths cross on Christmas Eve, and Bain can't resist her.

When they enter the red room together, what secrets will they find inside?

T
he office floor is on fire when I get there. Phones buzzing off tables, desk jockeys jumping off seats. A pack of lions in a world of chaos and a hundred hungry eyes all over me.

“Here he is, the man of the moment. It’s about fucking time.”

Jack puts his arm around me and kind of chaperones me to my desk, massaging my shoulders as he does so. Massaging my ego. Sycophant.

His breath smells of whiskey, and judging by the bags under his eyes and the creases that match them across the apex of his suit, it's from this morning not the night before. He probably hasn’t even been home yet.

“Where have you been?” he asks, agitated, eyes jerking across mine to read them.

I don’t get a chance to answer before Mark is upon me.

“You seen this?”

He thrusts a copy of this morning's newspaper towards me. I've seen it already, but I don’t let on. “They could have got a more flattering picture”, he goes on. “You aren't even wearing a suit.”

I get nods and smiles from people I don’t even know, and as soon as I've sat down at my desk, Craig calls me out of it and into his office.

There is a red envelope on the table in front of him, the corners embossed with gold tinting. Craig offers me a drink, but I don't take it. He pours himself a fat slug of some kind of exclusive bourbon and eases back into his chair. Snowflakes stick to the window, and I can see the Christmas tree of Times Square behind him. There is a darkness over the city that hasn't yet lifted, snow piled up at the edge of the sidewalks, shovelled there by dime a day store owners. Another fucking Christmas with nothing to show for it. It makes me sick.

“Go on”, he says, feet already up on the desk. “Open the fucker up.”

I open it up. Inside is a black credit card sized slab of polished platinum with a gold K trapped inside it.

“Kings”, I say.

“Too fucking right”, Craig says, his Scottish accent too thick to disguise. Ten years out of the country of his birth and it’s still stamped all over him like a watermark. “I've taken the liberty of loading it with a little bit of pocket money, just to get you through the first night.”

“I don't know what to say.”

“Well fucking enjoy it”, Craig says, the bourbon in his hands ready to warm his belly. “You've earned it.”

“I will”, I say, turning the cold metal over in my hands. “Thank you, Craig.”

“Right, now fuck off”, Craig says. “Before your head gets so big you can't fit through the door.”

There is a place round the corner from the office where we go to eat.

Snow has begun to fall more heavily around us and everything stinks of Christmas so much it's making my head spin. Dazzling lights, platitudes from passers-by, the shallowness of virtue hiding sin so obvious it hardly makes it worth it.

When we're settled into our usual booth, I take out the card, just to show it around.

“Mother fucker”, Mark says, snatching for it.

I move my hand away quickly and then let him take it. “Real gold”, he says, trying to run his fingers over the K, his eyes lighting up like the chinese lanterns on the street outside. “How the fuck do they do that?”

“I've never seen one of these”, Jack says, taking it from Mark and investigating the veracity himself. “I thought it was a legend.”

“You haven't ever earned enough money”, I say.

“Fuck you”, Jack says, and I smile at him just to show there are no hard feelings. “You got lucky.”

“That's a hell of a lot of luck”, Carter says, taking the card before it comes back to me. “You get a plus one?”

“I don't think it works like that”, I say, holding my hands up. “Sorry boys.”

“Well, fuck it”, Mark says. “You're still coming with us aren't you?”

A round of drinks come to the table, which the waitress begins to hand out to us. I can see Jack's got his eyes all over her, and I watch him just to see how he plays it. He's as predictable as the fucking tide. As old as well. I almost laugh when his wallet comes out, and a hundred dollar bill goes onto the tray where the drinks started off. The waitress looks at the money and then looks at him. This isn't the first time he's done this to her, but he does it so often he’s probably forgotten.

“You pay at the end”, she says, coldly. I think she's Italian, but I could be wrong. Her dark skin places her anywhere in the mediterranean, but the way she carries herself makes me think she’s been away from home awhile. Maybe second generation, maybe neutralized, maybe just here for kicks. She's pretty, there's no doubt about that, but Jack lacks style so much I’ve seen him get turned down by a hooker. The rest of us sip on our drinks and watch him fuck it up.

“It's a tip”, he says. “What's your name?”

“Claudia”, Claudia says.

“Claudia”, Jack repeats. “I like that.”

“You fucking dick”, Mark says under his breath, and the rest of us laugh.

Claudia scratches her arm and laughs nervously. Twenty, maybe twenty one. Out of her depth around a group of men.

“You want to join us?” Jack asks.

“She's working, man”, Carter butts in, defending her, pulling her over to him.

“I can see that”, Jack says.

“So why did you ask her then?”

“I've got to work”, Claudia says, excusing herself politely. “Maybe another time.”

She's already walked away before Jack has a chance to call her back. Another missed opportunity to go with a lifetime of them.

“Fuck, she was beautiful”, Jack says, wistfully.

“Why didn't you tell her how much you earn?” Mark says.

“Fuck you, why didn't you?” Jack retorts.

“Easy man, you'll get yours later on”, Carter says.

“I'll tell her when she comes back.”

I can't help but laugh.

“I'm still on a better base than all of you mother fuckers”, Jack adds.

“That's because you've been here for so long”, I say, “and anyway, base doesn't mean shit. Base was ten percent of my take home this year.”

“Ten percent?” Mark says, astonished.

“Beginners fucking luck”, Jack says.

“Don't be bitter, Jack”, I say. “You know how fickle this industry is.”

He swigs his beer and ignores me, eyes scanning the room again, looking for Claudia.

“You coming tonight?” Mark says again.

“Where?”

“Where else?” Carter asks, his face cut into a smile.

The food comes a little while later and Jack’s disappointed to see that Claudia doesn’t bring it. It's a sort of Asian, western fusion and pretty much the most expensive you can get around here without going up into midtown. When you earn what we do, it isn’t about what you eat, it’s about where you eat it. If it doesn’t even have a menu, you’re on the right track.

After we've eaten, and Carter's got Claudia's number, we head back to the office. It's the 24 December, but the stock market never fucking closes, so we're here today and some of us again tomorrow.

I escaped that privilege for the work I did over the year, but Mark and Jack are back in. Perhaps Jack can try and earn some of that money he's spent the whole year avoiding like an illness. That joker has been here almost ten years and he's never once got a bonus higher than his base. No wonder he's still wearing the same fucking shoes and suit.

Craig doesn't come back into the office after lunch. Stuart checks out at 4.30pm, and shortly after that, I check out too. I'm done making money for the day, and it's time to play.

In the car on the way back home the card comes back out of my wallet again. Kings. Motherfuckers. The last time they gave this card out was five years ago. No-one has earned as much money for the company as I did for them this year in over fifty years and the only person who got more money than me this year was Craig, because his base is so fucking high. I've been there two years, I'm younger than everyone else and I'm already flying.

Snow makes the journey back to the apartment longer than I want it to be. I tip the driver, wade through a slushy pile of it that has gathered up on the sidewalk, swipe my card at the entry gate and head on inside.

From my window, I can see out across New York. This is my fucking playground and I’m going to make everyone realize that. There aren't many people in this city who've earned more than I have this year, at this age, and I can do anything I want with it. If I'd wanted Claudia, she would have been mine. If I want any girl, I can have her like that. Politicians, businesswomen, sports stars. You name it.

Kings, man, fuck. Here I fucking come. That place was made for me.

I
'm pushing sheets into the washing machine when the phone rings. Maddy's bawling her eyes out, and there is food all over the goddamn floor, where she's thrown it away for some reason only she knows about. If this was my own kid, I'd starve her until she learned the value of it, but because she's not, I don't have the luxury of deciding how to control her.

The phone rings out just before I get to it. On the way back to the kitchen I nearly break my neck tripping on one of Harry's expensive toys. Harry's the older of the two children I look after and equally as badly behaved. At least Maddy has a bit of an excuse, but Harry? Harry's just a spoiled little brat and he knows it.

I put up with it because I need the money. Stephanie's loaded, and she pays well enough for me to look after them. I’d be an idiot to jack it in.

This is my last day before the end of the year too, and I can't wait for them to get back from work so I can go home. Ten days holiday while they have an expensive Christmas dinner and fuck off to somewhere hot for a week, no doubt on a yacht in the south of France, or something equally as extravagant. I'm going to get drunk, spend a miserable Christmas with my family, if the snow eases up and they put the trains on again so I can actually get there, and relax in a freezing apartment for the rest of it with a fucked heating unit I can’t afford to repair.

I just hope Stephanie's been kind enough to give me a bonus this year. That might brighten up what has been an otherwise shitty day.