“Whoa, it won’t delete any information here, right?”
“No, it will stay on, working in the background. However, it will not be deleted. The chip must stay on your watch as long as you want to gain entry into the club,” she reassures. I nod and look at Willow as she returns to my side, looping her arm through mine.
“Have a wild night, you two, and may your fantasies be fulfilled,” Amara teases.
We both smile, push past the black tempered glass doors, and see hallways to the right of the club space and an open area filled with purple and black seating. Charmers move up and down the room, filling the needs of patrons and topping off drinks. Music is blasting as Willow and I look at each other, grinning as we hearLo Que Pasó, Pasóby Daddy Yankee playing. I might notbe of Hispanic descent, but hanging around with Willow and our other friends, this song was our anthem when we would get ready to go partying at the club. I nudge her shoulder and point to the right, indicating that we should start walking the halls to get this night started. She nods and starts walking, but not before she shakes her ass in a circle to the beat of the song. I laugh and grab her arm, tugging her along towards the right of the club.
Walking through the hallways, I see a charmer crawling as her master guides her forward with a leash attached to a collar. I turn towards Willow with wide eyes as she does the same. I can’t say that’s something I see every day, but hey, that looks pretty hot and I wouldn’t mind trying that. We continue walking and see the sign that readsCum All. We push the door open and see that it’s an exhibition room.
“Jesus Christ, I thought I’d seen it all. I mean, I wouldn’t even know where to join in,” I whisper to Willow. About twenty people—men, women, and they’s—are engaging in a full-blown orgy on the other side of the black, tempered glass window.
“I think I know where I would be. Look at those two right there,” Willow says, pointing to two women. The one with tattoos covering her body is strapping on a harness with a girthy dildo and lathering up lube all over it. The other woman is lying on her back, naked against the bed, with her legs open giving a hungry gaze to her partner. The tattooed woman begins sliding the dildo along the other woman’s slit; I can see it glistening from here. She throws her head back, squirming from the anticipation of what’s to come.
“I can’t say I blame you. That does look so fucking hot, but I think I know where I would start,” I reply. I point towards this sexy older man with black hair and a hint of white mixed in. He has a hold on a submissive man’s face as he pushes his facetowards his hips, causing him to gag on his cock. It is so fucking hot how the submissive man looks at this sexy man with such devotion, like he will do anything to please him. I wish I were more like that, but my ex-boyfriends always wanted me to be in charge. The one time I begged my ex to go there, he didn’t give me what I really wanted. I begin to shift my weight from one foot to the other, the sight in front of me has my cock straining my pants. Willow grips my arm and the look in her green eyes tells me she’s just as heated as I am.
“Let’s get out of here. How about we find a room for ourselves?” I tease.
“Oh, hell yeah, sexy. I’m so fucking horny,” she says, pulling me towards the exit and pausing to give me a chaste kiss. Walking out the door, we see a room a couple of doors down that readsTwo Sexy. Giggling, Willow dashes down the hall as I catch up to her. The eeriness of the quiet hallway is interrupted by a loud choking noise and grunting. I look at the door near me readingSex, Chains, and Whips, and it’s cracked open just enough for someone to take a peek.
“What are you doing? What if we’re not allowed in there, S?” Willow pleads. She approaches me and grabs my arm, tugging lightly for me to follow her to the other room.
“Listen closely, Low. It sounds like someone is in trouble. What if they need help?”
“Fine, but if they are having sex and don’t need our help, we are leaving,” she says. I nod, and as we both push the door just a tad, we gasp loudly.
“What the fuck! Dad!” I yell. I see my dad fucking a male charmer from behind, who’s naked except for the bondage head hood harness mask and the ball gag in his mouth. Jesus, fuck! Myfather—the very “straight”, governor of Texas, Mr. anti-LGBTQ+, married to my mother for thirty years—is in front of me, fucking a man. I look at the limp man and see that his body is turning blue. My father continues his assault on the charmer and I quickly run into the room, pushing him off the limp man before me. Willow comes up behind us and takes off the mask and ball gag.
“Set him on the floor. I need to do CPR,” she says, helping me as I carefully lay the man on the floor. I look at my father, who’s naked and stunned to see me. Willow starts doing CPR, but I can’t even focus on this poor charmer in front of me. All I can think about is how I just caught my father fucking a man. Willow stops her compressions as she checks for a pulse. She looks up at me and shakes her head.
“Whatthe fuck, Dad? You just killed this innocent man. What the fuck were you thinking?” I yell as I walk up to him and push him to the ground. I am filled with uncontrollable rage at how fucking hypocritical the man who forced me to stay in the closet in public was just caught fucking a man, murdering him in the process. I squat down and cock my fist, punching him straight in the nose. I do it again, and again, and again. I’m about to hit him again when someone strong grabs my arm. Turning around with anger, I quickly mask my rage when I see none other than the newly appointed Mexican mafia cartel leader, Dario Ramos.
“We got him, Sonny. Go join Willow,” he says. His voice is filled with power and danger. I nod and get up to walk towards Willow. Niccolo De Luca approaches us with a sympathetic smile. Willow grabs my arm and lays her hand on my shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down my arm to comfort me. I turn my head and stare at her in confusion about how Dario knows our names when we’ve never interacted with him.
“We get an alert on everybody who enters the club. Those details also come with who referred you,” Dario says. I lookaround the room and notice I had an audience as I was punching my father. Catalina Delgado, Isabella Romano, and their close bodyguards are tending to the dead charmer while Dario grabs my father by the neck and tosses him to the bed.
“Get dressed, Frank. No one wants to see your puny dick. Especially your son and his girlfriend.”
“His girlfriend? I wish she were, but my son is a fa—” Dario rushes to him and punches him in the face.
“Considering what you were just doing, I would think twice about using that word.” My father gasps for air and Dario releases his hold on him. Quickly grabbing his clothes, my father gets dressed and sits on the bed.
“Well, Frank. You knew the rules. We gave you one more chance, and if you broke another rule, you knew what would happen. But you did it anyway. You left me with no choice, but I’ll take good pleasure in ending you,” Dario commands.
“My boy won’t let that happen. He’s too much of a pussy to let anything happen to me,” my father mocks.
“Oh, you have no idea what I’m capable of, Dad. You wait and see, asshole,” I say with a playful smirk.
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Fromthe slight twitch of Dario’s jaw, I can tell he’s already planned a thousand ways to kill Frank. While Catalina is always ready for war and Dario is just as ruthless, Isabella and I take more calculating measures and have learned to be a calming presence for our partners. As we make our way to the Sex, Chains, and Whips room, I look toward Isabella. I lift my mask and lock eyes with Isabella. I nod, and she mimics my movement, indicating she knows what I’m thinking. Isabella and I might not be in a relationshipyet,but growing up together has brought us closer. And while her brother, Alessio, is my best friend, I have always held a special place in my heart for her.
“Cuore mio,please promise me you’ll stay level-headed and not go in guns blazing. You don’t know what you’ll see when weenter. Assess the situation first, and then we can take care of him,” I plead with him while giving him my famous puppy dog eyes that I know he can’t resist. He takes off his mask and raises his eyebrows with a stern look on his face. Oh shit, it looks like my trick didn’t work. He’s pissed.
“I might be new, but I know how to take care of business, Niccolo,” he growls, his jaw ticking from the rage boiling inside. I tilt my head to the side and raise my brow, letting him know he better back the fuck up and try again when he speaks to me.
“Sorry,amorcito.I’m just pissed this is happening. We have already given him multiple warnings. I don’t give a fuck if he’s the governor; he’s dying tonight.” Dario grabs my hand and I squeeze it two times, reminding him he’s okay and to stay calm. He takes a deep breath and glances at me, nodding that he’s ready to take action no matter the cost.
“What the fuck, Dad? You just killed this innocent man. What the fuck were you thinking?” a man says as he pushes Frank to the ground, throwing a punch. He looks so sexy with his chestnut brown, clean-cut hair, and buttery, ivory skin. He’s about my height at 5’11 and looks good enough to eat in that black and white fitted suit with his red, LED Purge Mask lit and thrown askew on the floor. So this is the infamous Sonny Evans. I have yet to meet him, but I’ve heard about his stellar career as a district attorney for El Paso County. He takes no prisoners, and his killer instinct would do him good if he ever wanted to come to the dark side.
