Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1 (21 page)

As much as it fucking ate me alive to see Miles all over Millie, I trust him. He’s basically the only family I’ve ever had, so our bond is strong enough to get through whatever bullshit—woman and all—but I’d kill him before I let him touch her again.

Did I enjoy the fact that she needed me to come? Yeah, fuck yeah I did. I know every single inch of that girl’s body and I plan to be the only man to know every single inch of it.

I get out of the shower and throw on some gym shorts before going back downstairs. I need to have a chat with Millie. An actual talk. I know that not a lot resonates with her right now because of her internal struggle, but I need to get some shit straight with her too. I know she has questions, questions she deserves answers to, so I’ll lay out what I can to her. Throwing on a casual white shirt and some Nike Air Maxes, I walk into the kitchen to find her and Miles laughing at the table.

“Oh, not awkward at all, then.” I roll my eyes, opening the drawer where my keys are.

Millie chuckles. “No, why would it be? Miles didn’t do anything any of you or your masked men hadn’t done to me before.”

Images of me bending her over my lap and spanking her until her ass was at the seams of being split flash through my brain and I grin slightly, pulling the keys out and slamming the drawer closed.

Dangling the keys in the air, I nudge my head. “Come on.”

She stands from her chair. “Where are we going?”

“To get your nuggets, and no Miles, you’re not coming.” I walk towards her and grab her warm hand.

Miles’ mouth pops open in shock. “Wow, never thought I’d see the day Raze the executioner was driving a chick to get chicken nuggets.”

I flip him off on our way out the door. “Fuck you.”

Taking her hand, I lace my fingers through hers and pull her outside and toward my gloss black Ferrari Novitec F12 Berlinetta. It’s one of the three vehicles I own, the other two being a Range Rover and a Rolls Royce Phantom, all of them dipped in gloss black.

“Wow. Who are you again?” she asks, her eyes running over the Ferrari’s sharp curves.

I laugh, popping the locks and slipping into the driver’s seat. “I’m God, that’s who.”

She thinks I’m joking. It’s cute.

As she buckles her seatbelt, I pause, watching her closely. I’ve found myself doing it a lot with her. I’d never cared to take a moment to look at a woman before, and I mean really look at her, but I do it with Millie. She smiles, and it’s not one of her latest psychotic smiles that she makes which has me thinking Harley Quinn is living inside of her head, but a genuine smile, and fuck me if it doesn’t halt everything else that’s going on in the world.

My eyes drop to her lips and her smile stops.

“Raze?”

“Hmm?” I ask, bringing my eyes back to hers.

She giggles. “Nuggets?” She’s cute as fuck, and right now, I don’t feel like setting her free anytime soon.

New plan: drag out the old plan as long as I can.

I pull us out of my driveway and begin driving towards the furthest McDonald’s there is. “So, nuggets?” I ask with a smile, shifting down to third gear and flooring it onto the highway.

“Yep, nuggets.”

She’s silent and I hate it. I’m not sure she trusts me—at least not like how she trusts Miles, and I want to kill him for earning that spot with her. The rational part of me gets it and that part isn’t very big. When she came into the dungeon, she was fragile, innocent, naïve, and like a scared little puppy that had been ripped from his happy family home and thrown into the slums. She had a sweet innocence about her that called to my dark side like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Now she’s not exactly that same person. She still holds the same attributes she held in the dungeon—well, from what I can tell. But now she’s just plain crazy and it’s no one else’s fault but my own. Crazy fits me better anyway because crazy people fuck better.

“So Beast is your brother? Does he know this?” she asks, her eyes watching the zipping trees pass on the highway.

“I don’t think so,” I answer, relaxing into my seat.

“Has that got something to do with why I’m supposed to help you, Raze?” She turns towards me. “Because I won’t turn on my sister. I may have a few screws missing right now, but I’ll never snitch on anyone I care about, and as much as Hella drives me nuts, she’s in love with him and so that means he’s family in a sense. I won’t do it. You can kill me now if that’s what you’re hoping for.”

Aside from being shocked, her loyalty fills me with something else. Pride, maybe?

“That’s not what this is about. If I wanted that club dead in the ground, I have the power to do it, Millie.”

She pauses. “Who are you?”

Shuffling, I take the exit I need. “I’m someone you don’t want as an enemy, but someone who keeps the war path clean.” I look over to see her face blank, so I elaborate. “I’m the kingpin of the underground, Millie. I make sure the peace is kept within each and every underground operation. Every gang, family, and club all answer to me.”

“Wait,” she stops, turning her body to face me. “So there’s more of The Army sort of organizations?”

“Don’t ask me too many questions. I can only give you a certain amount of answers, Millie. Unless…” I smirk and look towards her.

“Unless what?”

“Unless you were my wife, then I’d tell you everything.” I pause, taking my eyes back to the road. “And the answer is yes. Nothing quite to the extent of The Army, but similar. Mafia families, motorcycle clubs, underground fighting rings, human trafficking, everything you can possibly think of, comes through me. Hell, even the illegal drag races have to go through me in this state.”

“Right, so it’s just this state?” she asks, eyes not showing any sign of fear.

“No, Millie, that’s just the drag races. I’m the National kingpin of the underground. In the United States, I own the underworld.”

Her mouth drops open before snapping shut. “You and what army?”

I grin, pulling into McDonald’s. “That’s something I can’t share with you, pet.”

Pulling into the drive-thru, I order her fifty fucking nuggets with sweet and sour sauce before pulling back onto the strip. We make our way down the gravel road I know so well. Millie ruffles around in the bag, popping a nugget into her mouth.

“I’m eating chicken nuggets in a… what? Hundred-thousand-dollar car?”

“Ahhh,” I scratch the back of my head. “Yeah, might want to quadruple that. It’s fine. This car was for appearances only, same with everything I own.” I pull down the gravel road. This was the spot I used to park at when I was getting groomed for the position. The dirty gravel leads to a dead end which overlooks the entire bright lights of Las Vegas. Not many people know about it, or at least every time I’ve been here no one else has been here.

“Whoa, what? Like four hundred large?”

I pull up to the end of the strip. “Yeah, it’s nothing.” Pushing open the door, I nudge my head. “Come on, nugget.”

She turns to the front and smiles. “Wow, it’s incredible here.” Leaving the door open and the radio on, I come around the car. She follows, leaving her door open and standing beside me. Handing me the bag, she walks toward the edge and looks out. “It’s really, really beautiful here.”

I take out a nugget and throw it into my mouth. “Millie,” I begin. “Now’s the time to ask those questions. I’ll tell you what I can and be completely honest with you, but it’s going to go question-for-question, and if you lie to me, that’s going in the literal spank bank.”

She spins around, her tight yellow sundress hugging her petite curves, her blonde hair washing over her shoulders. She’s by far the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Her almond blue eyes and swollen lips that sit on a perfect face, the girl is fucking stunning. Her innocence used to be her weapon against me, bringing my darkness to its knees, but now? Now everything about her disarms me in such a way it makes me want to bleed all over her just to say she’s mine. The feral side of me—which if I’m being honest, is all of me when it comes to her—wants to drive her fucking crazy. I want to possess her in a way that others would think is sick.

“Spank bank?” Her eyes light up. “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” She steps towards me, snatching the bag of nuggets back.

I chuckle, dropping one in my mouth. “Shoot.”

The sun is setting, the natural light of the city about to be overrun by the shimmering hue of the sunset. I turn towards her and smile.

“Okay,” she begins as “Down in Flames” by Daughter Jack starts playing from the radio inside the car. “First question.” She bites into a nugget. “Why do you have Ella and Cassia? Aside from obvious reasons, of course.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. Out of all the possible questions, she decides to ask me about the girls? That confirms one theory: she was, indeed, a little jealous.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

I shrug. “No reason. I can’t really answer about Ella. It’s complicated, to say the least. But she has multiple purposes.” I pause and watch her reaction. Nothing, nada. The girl is switched off and blank. Oh, to be a thought dancing around in that brain right now. “She’s basically someone to keep Cassia off me as much as possible. Don’t get me wrong,” I add. “Cassia is ruthless in bed, but she’s not here to keep my dick wet. Just know that that’s all I can give you right now.”

She ponders on my answer. I can see the wheels in her brain spinning. Then she smiles and shrugs. “I can deal with that.”

“My turn.” I snatch the bag of nuggets from her. “Do you miss being a nun?”

“Wow, just going to dive right in there, aren’t you?” She giggles lightly before looking out to the city. “Um, no. Though, I’m not a nun, nor do I practice the Catholic faith anymore. I’m still a strong believer in ‘everything happens for a reason’, so I think whatever it is that’s going on, which I have no idea…” She shakes her head, her eyes dropping to the ground. “Whatever it is, it’s supposed to happen.”

“Eye-opening,” I mock her.

She shoves me in the arm. “Hey! Be nice!”

I laugh, handing her the nuggets.

“Okay, my turn.” She leans against the hood of the car. “Are you going to let me go?”

“No,” I answer quickly. Her eyes snap to me, meeting my already smirking face. “I’m joking.” Her face falls into a smile. “Yes, I will. In good time.”

“Okay, your turn.”

My arm reaches out to her and I snake it around her tiny waist, pulling her under my arm. Bringing my lips to her head, I ask, “Do you really find Miles that attractive?”

She laughs, keeping her eyes locked on the scenery. “Yes, he’s hot.” My arm tenses around her and she sighs. “But not as much as I make it out to be.” I loosen. “I’ve found myself attached to him in a sense, though. The man is crazy, which brings me to my next question: What does Miles do?”

I chuckle. “What do you think he does?”

“I don’t know. I can’t work it out. He reminds me of a modern day Jekyll & Hyde.”

She couldn’t have been more accurate. “You could say that. Miles is my right hand man. He’d gut someone from the inside out without so much as dropping a smudge of blood on his glasses or his thousand-dollar suit.” I grin, looking out to the city—my city. “He’s the only person I trust completely.”

“Do I sense a romance here? Romeo & Roberto?”

I look down at her, her fits of laughter eating up the silence of the night. I think about interrupting her to correct her, but her laughter is too cute to stop, even if it is at the expense of me.

She continues laughing. “‘For never was a story of more woe, than this of Romeo and his Roberto.’”

I laugh out loud at that revised quote from Romeo & Juliet. Turning her body towards me, I pull her into my chest and swipe away some of the loose strands of her hair. “That’s going in the spank bank.”

“What? Why?” She laughs again, her palm pressing against my chest so she can tilt her head up to look at me.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” I bend down and run my lips over her ear. “I can still feel how wet you were for me after I made your ass red.”

She smiles against my cheek. “Maybe.”

“For the record, though, I’m not into cock. I love pussy.”

She smiles. “I get that. Does Miles have a boyfriend?”

I relax my arms around her waist, my hands dropping down to her ass and she rests her head on my chest. “He has a situation, that’s what Miles has.”

“What, like he has two boyfriends?” She chuckles, turning around in my arms so her back is to my front and we’re both looking out to the city.

I laugh. “More like a boyfriend and a girlfriend.”

“Sheesh. Should I feel weird that I slept with him? I mean, I feel nothing.”

“No. You won’t feel anything—yet.”

“Mile’s told me about that,” she whispers softly. “About how one day it’s all going to come rushing back to me and everything I ever did could swallow me alive.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Right now, I couldn’t care. I’m alone, anyway. My mind is an asylum filled with empty senses and loud, echoing screams. Senses I want to touch… I can see, they’re there, right on the tip of my fingers, but I don’t have enough push to fully grasp onto them.” She pauses. I stay quiet, wanting her to continue. “Like sex. Imagine you’re there, you want to come, you can feel how you’re about to come, but you can’t. It’s frustrating.”