Twisted Perception (Flawed #2) (4 page)

“You two working together tonight?” Jagger said, still eye-fucking Sarena, which she loved. I should have told him what she does, how she loves to hurt men.

“Yes, now we have to go,” I said and pushed past him. I took Sarena’s hand and dragged her out the door.

“He’s fine,” she said waving her hands.

“Where are we going tonight?” I changed the subject, not wanting to hear about my brother.

“Oh, we are going to a club, silly.” She slid into her snazzy sports car and I followed her and took a seat. She drove off just as I shut the door.

The car ride was not what I expected. I thought she’d tell me about what the plans were for tonight. That didn’t happen. Instead, she only talked about her hairdresser and how she fucked up her hair.

“What am I doing?” I asked as we were waved through security. I wasn’t dressed like most women, with a tight dress and heels. I had flats and a skirt with a rocker top on. Sarena turned to me and pushed my breasts out and pulled my top down to show more cleavage like she had showing.

“You’re here to pick up. Make sure he doesn’t have a lot of friends with him,” she said and slaps me on the ass and tells me to get lucky. I don’t think she meant fucking lucky.

She left and I was standing alone, looking into the crowd. I headed straight to the bar thinking that was the best place to find a lonely man. That was exactly what I did find within a minute of standing there. The first one was not attractive; actually he made me want to vomit. I shooed him away, literally. When he finally got the hint and walked away, I scanned the bar. There were a few guys taking shots at the end of the bar, a few girls doing the same, but then I spotted two men, sitting and chatting not interested in what was going on around them. I walked up to them, with my chest pushed out. They both stopped talking when I reached between them and grabbed a straw from the bar. The man with the sandy colored hair was first to speak while the second just stared.

“Hi there beautiful,” he said with a charming smile. I bat my eyelashes at them and they both smiled wider. “Hey,” I stated in the best seductive voice I could muster.

“What are you drinking?” the other guy asked. His hair was almost the same as his friend’s, just a bit darker and longer. They were both good looking men.

“Oh, anything with alcohol. I just want to get drunk,” I emphasized, playing my best role of the horny girl. They looked at each other and smiled. They didn’t think I noticed, but I always noticed.

“We can help with that,” the blond man said and waved to the bartender for shots. The other guy had gone quiet again, as the sandy blond dude seemed to do most of the speaking.

“That’d be fabulous.” I smiled as brightly as I could. They passed me my first shot, and they had one as well. Then the second, but they don’t do one with me. I pretended to feel the effects when, in reality, I could drink as much as any man. I’d had the practice.

“Whoa! You want to come home with me tonight, beautiful?” the sandy blonde haired dude said. His friend smiled, then got up and left while he wrapped his hands around my waist. I nodded my head to him and he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the entrance. I passed Sarena on the way and she slipped something into my hand. I didn’t know exactly what it was until I spotted it in the light. It was a syringe, filled with liquid.

He stopped out front and pulled me down the alley. I played the best drunk girl act I could muster, pretending not to walk properly and faking a trip. He lapped it up, pulling me to him.

There was no one in the alley, at least from what I could see. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck. I didn’t mind, as I said he wasn’t that bad looking. Just not my type.

“Let’s try something different,” I whispered as I straightened up and smiled at him. He looked confused at my sudden soberness, but didn’t think on it as he nodded and started kissing my neck again.

He kissed like a dog; my neck was covered in saliva. I wanted to stop it, stop the drool that was covering me. I unclipped the syringe and didn’t even think twice as I shoved it in his neck and injected it all. His mouth froze and his hand flew up, but it didn’t take long for him to drop. He nearly fell on me, which I was careful to sidestep.

“You should be more careful,” a man’s voice came from the dark alley. I tried to see him, but it was pitch black.

“And why is that?” I questioned the hidden stranger.

“You never know who’s watching,” he said and my eyes stayed glued to where the voice was coming from. I contemplated walking to where he was, but decided against it when I saw the man on the ground. My name was called and then the stranger spoke again.

“Till I see you again, Aria.” I watched his silhouette retreat and wondered how he knew who I was.

“Where are you, woman?” Sarena hissed into the dark alley. I flashed my phone on so she could see, then she ran off. In seconds, a van pulled up, and then my grueling bodyguard hauled the sandy blond dude from the ground and into the van. He didn’t speak as he took him away and I wondered what to do now.

“You ready to train him?” Sarena asked as we reached her car. She didn’t say anything else about the night and I was curious what she did the whole time.

“How do I do that?”

“You break him, then make him want you. We picked you because you’re beautiful, no reasonable man would say no to a night with you. These men are no different.”

“How do you break them?”

She smiles, and if I didn’t know better, I would have said that was her favorite part.

“Well, me…I like to do all kinds of things. Minor torture, we don’t want them broken, but we do want them to fear us. I like to use a cigarette lighter the most.” She pulls a red one from between her breasts and flicks it in front of me.

“When would I start?” I asked, interested in how all this would work. I was on a buzz; the adrenaline was running through my body.

“Tomorrow.”

Chapter 6

I’d been helping Jagger move our stuff most of the day, waiting on the call from Sarena or Dominic. Jagger had asked a few questions but hadn’t prodded. He must be earning a good penny from Zeke because the condo he bought was beautiful. It had two bedrooms, both have their own en-suite. The kitchen was big and beautiful, but would never get used as neither of us cook, which I found quite funny. The house had a massive porch surrounding it, one with comfortable seats that I’d gotten into trouble numerous times today for sitting on.

Our parents were happy for Jagger and that all his hard work had finally paid off. When he announced he’d bought the house for both of us, my mother shook her head, unimpressed. She knew that where he goes, I go, and vice versa. He didn’t have to take me with him. He just did it, as I was an extension of him, which I’d mostly been all my life. Jagger told her we had the same boss now, and that I was doing something new. She asked questions, but I didn’t have the right answers to give her. So I lied and told her I was his travel consultant. That she half-believed as I’d traveled a lot previously.

“You working today?” Jagger asked as he sat on the porch next to me.

“Yep, just waiting to know when.” I grabbed the apple he was eating from his hand. He didn’t complain and stared off into the perfectly manicured yard of his perfect white house.

“I won’t live here forever, Jagger,” I told him before he could bring up the questions again.

“Why not? It’s not like we’ll ever be apart.” We had been apart when I’d traveled, but never actually lived apart. We’d always been under the same roof. After he had graduated high school, he went to a local college so he could still live at home.

“I will eventually want my own place.”

“This is your place,” he huffed, just as my phone rang. It was Sarena.

“Come to the house,” she said. “Please,” she added and hung up. I stood and leaned down to kiss his cheek before I ran to my car, excited and nervous for what was to come.

The two bodyguards that were there last time, including my demanding trainer, were standing outside the house when I arrived. He waved me in while the other sat quietly. When I entered the house it was quiet, I couldn’t hear or see anyone. I made my way up the staircase when Sarena popped her head out. She came from the room that I first saw her in, the one where she fucked that man.

“Good, you’re here.” She looked me up and down. “You can’t wear that. Go into that room and change,” she said and pointed to a room to my left. She never liked what I wore. Bitch.

She followed me in and threw a short, black dress at me. I took off my shorts and shirt and slid into it. It was tight and fit perfectly. “Good, now put these shoes on.” She passed me a pair of black heels. I didn’t frequently wear heels because I usually fall head first in them or twist my ankle, but I did as she said and placed them on.

“Follow me.” She walked from the bedroom, which I think was hers, and straight into the room with the frosted glass. The man with the sandy blond hair was on the other side of the glass, naked and hanging with his hands tied above his head.

“He’s a looker,” Sarena said glancing at him. “He reminds me of my ex.” I wondered if that was good or bad. She opened the door that took you into the room where he was. His head shot up and he looked at her like he wanted to hurt her. I followed and as soon as I entered his piercing eyes found me. He knew it was me that made this possible. I was the one that injected him after all.

“You!” He spat on the floor. Sarena walked closer to him, stopping on the way to grab something from the stand that was full of things I hadn’t seen before. She grabbed a whip and hit him across his bare chest. He screamed but didn’t cry.

“This is your new master. Behave,” she ordered. She walked over and handed me the whip. I took it and looked at the leather. The handle was soft yet firm in my hand and the tassels had spikes down them. This was the type of instrument I thought people would use in hard-core sex videos.

“What do you want from me?” he cried out in pain, not being able to move much. Sarena stopped on her way to the door and turned back to look at me.

“Have fun! You’re the boss,” she reminded me and shut the door behind her. I was pretty sure she was going around the other side to watch. I didn’t know for sure, but it didn’t faze me. This weird feeling came over me like I knew what I needed to do and that I was excited about what I should do. The guy must have seen it too, because when I looked at him, his gaze went straight to the floor, not making eye contact with me.

“Do you know why you were brought here?” I asked standing still as a statue, watching him. My eyes were hungry, they wanted something from him.

“‘Cause you bitches are crazy,” he replied dryly. I looked to the left of the room and spotted buttons on the wall. Walking over, I pushed the UP button. He started to rise, being lifted by his hands alone. He looked surprised at first, and then began to freak and pulled on his restraints.

“I’m here to break you,” I whispered, trying to contain my excitement. He went rock still. I pressed the STOP button when his toes just touched the floor. He was like my own piñata.

I kicked the heels off, not wanting them on anymore. My feet were silent as I walked along the cement floor, taking slow, measured steps to reach him.

“You can’t do anything to me. I’ll have you locked up and the key thrown away, you crazy bitch!” he screamed as I arrived right in front of him, and he lifted his legs up and tried to kick me. He landed the kick in my stomach and I flew backward into the wall, feeling the impact. I shook it off as much as I could before I stood.

With the whip still in hand, I walked toward him with one goal in mind, blood. All I saw was red, a red haze had taken over my body. I wanted to hurt him, bend him to my will.

The whip came fast, not fast enough for him to brace himself for the impact, though. I did it again and again, each time striking somewhere new. When his body was dripping with blood, I stopped. His stomach was raw and had dots from the spikes. Lines of blood trickled down his torso and then to the ground. He cried, but wouldn’t look at me.

“Are you gonna answer to me now? Me and only me?” I asked him, walking the whip back to the table. I noticed a sharp knife lying there, so I picked it up. As he was about to answer me, he stopped and noticed what I had in my hand. Instead, he remained silent. Circling when I reached him, I dragged the tip of the blade around him. He winced when it hit a spot that was already bleeding.

“Answer me, Thrall,” I demanded softly. He nodded his head and I leaned in and kissed his cheek before I walked over and dropped the knife back onto the table. I walked out of the door and saw Sarena and Dominic standing there, smiling.

“Don’t feed him until I get back,” I said to the two people who hadn’t said a word since I left the room, and who continued to stare.

“Here,” Dominic said and handed me an envelope. I opened it and found a check worth so much it would literally take me years and years to earn this kind of money. The zeros on the end had me hypnotized.

“This is all for me?” I asked, he nodded his head as he watched me.

“Don’t have to give any of this back?” I asked, just to clarify.

“It’s all yours, Aria,” he said in a low voice. I smiled in return and walked out without a goodbye. I could buy my own house now, probably two of the ones like Jagger bought, but I wouldn’t, I’d stay with him. It was hard to go anywhere without him.

Chapter 7

The first thing I did with my paycheck was buy a new car. I bought a Hummer. I knew it was crazy, but I loved big cars. I also bought new clothes, more appropriate clothes for my new job, which I loved.