Surrender To Me

I rinsed my face of Wren’s cum, then took my time drying it before walking back out into the VIP section. Wren was gone, not that I was surprised. She was a woman who had a fucking backbone, though, and each denial she gave me only made me want to chase her more.

“Bane,” someone called. I looked over my shoulder to find Evangeline standing there. “Leaving so soon?”

I shrugged. “My business meeting didn’t go as planned.”

A small smile flexed the corners of her mouth. “Maybe you shouldn’t conduct business in the private bathroom, then.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Fuck, of course, she knew. Evangeline was a ball-busting bitch, and one I considered a friend, but she saw everything.

“I’ll take that under advisement.” Turning, I left the club and stepped outside. My phone began to ring, so I pulled it from my pocket. It was Dagger.

“Yeah?”

“You need to get down here. Syn has lost the fucking plot.”

Fuck. “On my way.”

I looked up and down the street for my car, cursing when I saw Andy wasn’t there. I told him to cut laps of the block since I hadn’t intended to stay all that long tonight. As I swung back to look the other way, the town car appeared on the far side of the block. When it pulled up to the curb, I got in, told him where I needed to go, then sat back into the soft leather seat for the return trip.

When we arrived back at The Dollhouse, I strode through the club and up into my office, ducking to the side when a paperweight came flying at my head. I dodged another projectile, then grabbed Syn around the waist, turning her around, so her back was to my front, and wrapping my other arm over her chest. Why the fuck hadn’t Dagger done this already? I looked around and found him bleeding on the floor. His eyes were pain-fogged as he clutched at his thigh. Blood pooled on the floor beneath him, squeezed out from between his fingers.

“What the fuck happened?” I roared, trying like hell to contain Syn who was bucking against me wildly.

“She’s fucked up,” Dagger replied, hissing a little. “She came here looking for you. I told her you were out. She started yelling something about some bitch you were seen talking to earlier, then she hopped on the crazy fucking train and broke the brakes.”

Goddammit. And this was exactly why I didn’t fuck my Dolls. They think it means something it doesn’t, or in this case, it created a delusion of fucking ownership.

“Like I fucking need this right now?” I barked at Dagger. It looked like he’d been stabbed in the thigh. Hauling Syn onto the floor, I straddled her waist and pinned her arms above her head. I didn’t want to hurt her. Causing pain to women was not my thing, but if one were going to come at me with a paperweight and a fuckton of jealous energy, then I’d do what I had to.

“Wendy!” I barked, the use of her real name rather than her stage name snapping her out of her rage. She blinked at me, and the fight drained out of her. Tears welled, and she started to cry.

“Why, Bane?” she howled. “Why don’t you want me?”

And there it was. The exact reason I didn’t want her. She was too fucking emotional. Too demanding. Too needy. She was just too much.

“You know I don’t date.”

That statement dried up the waterworks. “I don’t want to date you, Bane. I just want you to fuck me and only me.”

I frowned. That sounded a hell of a lot like dating to me. Well, my brand of dating, at least. “You know that can’t happen for exactly this reason.” I gestured to my trashed office, to the rug Dagger was bleeding on, to the fucking man she’d stabbed. Syn was another brand of crazy altogether.

“But I love you.”

“You don’t love me. You only think you do.”

“But I’ve given you two blowjobs in as many days.”

Fuck, her logic was twisted. “Because you were there, Syn. Lips around my dick are all the same.”

“But I love you,” she whispered again. Like saying the words were going to make them any truer. “We’re meant to be together.”

I glanced over at Dagger and shook my head. With a wince, he nodded and tried to stand, but his leg buckled beneath his bulk.

“Stay the fuck down, you stupid bastard,” I snarled before turning back to Syn. “I’m sorry, baby, but you’re fired. Effective immediately.”

The color drained from her face. “You can’t fire me. You can’t fire me…” On and on she went with the denial. I was afraid to let her up given the amount of crazy she’d displayed tonight, but Dagger wasn’t in any state to move. Transferring Syn’s wrists to one hand, I dug in my pocket for my phone.

“Rach,” I said.

“Mr. Rivera?”

“Yeah, can you call the doc and get him to swing by. There’s been a situation in my office.” “Do I need to send Tony up?”

“Nah, he’s the only one on the door. Just call the doc.” I hung up and tried to wrap my head around this shit. Syn was still blubbering about how she can’t be out of a job and she loved me.

Dagger was taking it like a fucking man and not making much noise at all.

I was mourning the loss of my Wren high.

Yeah, tonight was a fucking disaster. I was a girl short and a bodyguard down. And the desire to claim my Little Bird was starting to become a relentless pounding in my skull.