I pull out some ripped boyfriend jeans and a Calvin Klein crop top. I’m still laughing when I move away from them and slip backstage, heading straight for my duffel bag that’s hidden beneath a chair. “What, because of the sex?” Kenan grabs his cock and his head tilts back as he bites on his lower lip. I know Midnight Mayhem is fucked, but they’ve always stayed in a moral lane.” They get a text the night of and the rest is history. The most powerful people in America, people you couldn’t imagine, attend them. “But yeah, so once a month, they host a show that’s at an undisclosed building.

“That’s how much they pay?” Saskia freezes, her eyes wide. “I mean, twelve-hundred large isn’t exactly cheap!”

It seems selling humans, girls to be exact, is worth more money than what people pay for a Midnight Mayhem show.” “It started because a couple of people were offended for not being picked for Midnight Mayhem, and then it grew. “Yep,” Callan murmurs, and I follow her through the entrance. I mean, they do, but their shows are underground and for one purpose only,” Kenan mutters. They’re like us, from Kiznitch, only they don’t do shows. “I’ve heard the name a lot lately, but haven’t had the time to ask about her.” “Have you heard of Patience?” We’re making our way out of the clearing now and I take a sharp turn for the tent, knowing I have some clothes there. “You know, we’ll be okay if one of us has to go.” Kenan comes up on the other side with Callan beside him. “Yeah,” I answer, walking back toward the compound. “Are you okay, Perse?” Saskia asks, stepping beside me. I’m pushing out the door when my harem follows behind me. I can’t agree to put one of my girls or Kenan into the pit of hell. I love Delila-she has taken me under her wing more times than I can count-but I can’t agree with this. “I need to dance.” I turn, leaving the room and passing all of the adults. One of my own will be going undercover, and there’s not a fucking thing I can do about it. The fact is, something is happening, and we need to take control.” Delila’s eyes drift to Maya before coming back to me softly. “After New Year’s, we’ll walk through this again. “Okay! Well, how about this?” Delila’s voice breaks through. Had I earned a smile from the one who doesn’t possess a soul? I don’t know what, but Kohen’s whole vibe dropped when he saw the familiar drawing. “No.” After giving the dove drawing to Kohen, I found I was right, and it had something to do with him and my sister. “Absolutely fucking not.” Delila’s eyes swing between Maya and me, and I find myself standing and making my way over to Saskia and Callan, further protecting them. “We put someone in that they don’t know is with us.”ĭelila snaps at Maya. “I have a better plan,” Maya says, leaning forward on her elbows. Even for you, Mother.”ĭelila sneers at her, before addressing us again. “So close to Christmas?” Maya asks, her eyebrow cocked. “Well, I think we cage all their best acts.

Amo jones in peace lies havoc