Now, on to the next part of my plan.
A smirk plays on my lips as I shift my mask to sip my beer.
Tonight is the night for mayhem.
Chaos.
Destruction.
“C’mon,” Mia says, interlinking her fingers with mine and guiding me to the plush couches. I drop beside Samson and pull her down onto my lap.
Music blares around us while I drink my beer, feeling Cole’s eyes on me. The urge to get lost in the darkness that swirls around him like shadows has me white-knuckling the bottle in my hand.
I hold the cards tonight. Not him.
Allie appears before us, pulling Mia to her feet.
Samson leans in. “Plenty of fine pussy here tonight.”
I take in his green and black Venetian mask with its creepy jester smile. “Got your eyes on anyone?”
He scans the vast room, stretching his arms out behind him on the couch, then leans back in, shouting over the loud riff of music. “Freshman, two o’clock.”
Craning my neck, I look behind me, spotting a girl by the tall windows. She’s pretty in her white mask and angel wings. Even more so with the starry night sky as a backdrop.
Samson is so close that his mask brushes up against the side of my face. “I’m gonna be balls deep in her pussy before the night’s end.”
I turn around, and Samson jostles my shoulder, laughing, but I’m caught by the storm on the couch across from us.
If you could define turmoil, Cole is it.
His knee jiggles, and he clenches his hands.
He’s pent-up and I like seeing him unravel while the flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows over his mask.
I almost want to kick the table out of the way, cage him in with my arms, and ask him why he’s so wound up. But that thought soon leads down a dangerous path of grabbing him through his jeans and squeezing his hard dick.
Jesus, fuck.
I help myself to another beer, needing something to cool me off before I do something stupid, like offer him up my power on a silver plate.
Clenching my jaw, I glare at him as I press the bottleneck to my lips.
Tonight, your power is mine, fucker. When I’m done with you, you’ll sing to my tune.
Fancy trying to fuck with me.
I think not.
No one threatens me.
The cool liquid slides down my throat, and I see my opening to put my plan into place when Cole rises to his feet.
Rounding the couch, he heads in the direction of the toilets.
Samson kneels beside me, almost falling over the back of the couch as he talks to Keith behind us.
With a final glance around the crowded room to ensure no one is paying attention, I drag the crate of beers closer, then kick my leg out and pull the packet of pills from my pocket. I quickly crush them with a beer can and pop the lid on three bottles, pouring equal amounts into each.
