I watch and laugh as goon one moves out of my way. I run down the hallway and out the side door with him running closely behind me. I run in a haze through the back alley until I slam into someone behind the bar.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Did you really beat me out here?” I ask before looking up, and up. Oh shit, that’s not goon one.
“Satan?” I ask as his menacing eyes burn a hole straight through me. His dark, husky chuckle makes my insides stir.
“Not exactly,” he says with his hands gripping my shoulders tightly. I can hear goon one coming now. Well, shit!
“Is someone after you?” Satan asks. I nod my head slowly as spider webs begin to fill my vision. Is his face really cracking?
“Back there,” he says as he releases me and shoves me behind a dumpster. I stumble and fall to my knees, gasping as the concrete tears into my skin. I hear the flick of a lighter before I smell the cigarette smoke.
“Did you see a little blonde girl come through here?” goon one asks.
“Nope. Why the fuck would a little blonde be runnin’ around this part of town at night?” Satan finally says. I can hear goon one as he walks away, his footsteps heavy. With the way my head is spinning, I have to grab the dumpster to even pull myself to my feet. As I round the corner, I see Satan standing there with a cigarette hanging between his lips.
“Boyfriend?” he asks. I snort.
“Hell no, he thinks he’s a saint. He’s here to save the goddamn day.” Satan nods, but doesn’t say anything else.
Chapter 3
Mason
She’s young. Can’t be more than twenty-three if that. Fucked out of her mind, but that shit doesn’t bother me any. Her little green eyes still hold a spark of life. It makes me wonder what her story is.
“You shouldn’t be out here runnin’ around at night. Never know who might be out here,” I tell her as I step closer to her. Her eyes come up and meet mine.
“What? You like what you see? Satan, we have met on multiple occasions. I thought you’d remember me by now,” she says almost looking pissed that I don’t recognize her.
“I can promise you that we’ve never met.”
“We have to! You wouldn’t let me go. You kept telling me that I was yours and only yours. We danced.” Oh, this little girl was beyond gone.
“How much you use tonight?” I ask her stepping even closer. Her eyes stay on mine, but I can see her shrinking back into herself. I don’t give a fuck; I like them scared. I want her scared.
“More than enough unless you have something better,” she says with a wink. I reach into my pocket and pull out a baggie, shaking it in front of her. That crystal white powder pulls her attention off me and to my hand. She licks her lips and looks back into my eyes.
“What do you want me to do for that?” she asks nodding towards the baggie in my hand. I chuckle, reaching my free hand out to her, wrapping it around her waist. I drag her body against mine.
“I think you know what I want,” I growl at her. She smiles up at me and nods her head. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers. The need to dominate her and make her scream overwhelms me. Should I be ashamed that I’m about to fuck a junkie in the back alley behind a bar? Maybe, but I honestly don’t give a shit. I break the kiss and pull away from her. Reaching down, I grab a dirty piece of cardboard and shake it off, setting it on top of the dumpster. She watches me intently as I cut two lines. I pull a twenty out of my pocket and roll it tightly, passing it to her.
“Ladies first.” She smiles up at me and takes it. I watch her lean in and hold it up to her nose. Watching her snort the entire line at once, my dick hardens in my jeans. Something about this girl is dangerous. I can feel it deep in my bones. She stands up straight, sniffing and blinking up at me. She smiles and passes the twenty back to me. I snort my line, shove the money back in my pocket, and pull a condom out.
“You give a shit we’re outside?” I ask her. I don’t care where we are. I’ll