Four or Dead by G O A

Four or Dead

"Could you stop doing that?" I hiss

"Just marking what is mine." He looks smug. "And I will put a new mark on you every day."

"What are you, a werewolf?"

Starting the car, he says. "I am a psychopath. And a demon. But you should be the last person on Earth to worry about it. I will never harm

you

A person that claims to be not only a psychopath, but a demon as well, is bound to harm me sooner or later. At least Alekos and Stefan are not

as crazy as Reyes. At least, I hope not

As we drive out of the garage, Reyes kept his right hand on my leg, his thumb caressing my skin. The small gesture makes me feel safe and even if fragments of the night of the accident creep into my mind, I don't have a meltdown

Between Reyes and looking out the window, I manage to keep my cool

It takes about ten minutes from the office to get to the neighborhood in which Alekos lives. From the big mansions behind tall fences, I am safe to assume that only Lords live here. Not that anyone that doesn't belong to those two organizations can't be rich, but both Dukes and Lords like to live amongst friends and allies

Close to the far end of the street, Reyes has the front gate of a big white mansion open and drives inside. I hate everything about it. I grew up in a similar one, and up until my mother's death, I had a pretty happy childhood. But after that, my father became very distant and I barely saw him. I spent most of the time in my room, alone. And I hate being alone

Minutes later, Reyes parks the car in the garage, between a Ferrari and an Aston Martin. And they are not the only cars in the garage. Do they collect them or something?

Reyes gets out and comes to help me with the seatbelt. It is not like I can unfasten it anyway, with my hands tied behind my back. "Welcome to your new home, Nena."

It won't be my home for long. When I am far away from here, I will either live in a small cottage or a cozy flat, close to the beach. And I will get a cat. Or a dog. Maybe a rat. I heard they make excellent pets

"What about the cuffs?" I ask, as he takes me to a door-which probably leads to the inside of the house. Next to it are two elevators

"Not yet. Once we are in my room." "My shoulders hurt," I complain

"Almost there."

I am going to do the same to him. Cuff him to the bed in an awkward

position and leave him like that until he learns to listen. And maybe shove a plug up his ass. Imagining things is easy, putting them into practice is another thing

One of the elevators has a fingerprint scanner, and Reyes puts his left thumb on it

"This private elevator will take us to the second floor. It is where our rooms are. It only works with Alekos, Stefan, or my thumbprint. We will have to add yours, too," Reyes tells me as we get inside it

Once we are on the second floor-which, from what I can tell, it is pretty big-Reyes takes me to his room. As a person who grew up with servants, I also had a clean room, but Reyes' is even more so. Everything is perfectly put to order, from the books on the shelves, and the papers on the desk, to the sheets and comforter covering the king-size bed. Not a single speck of dust covers any of the furniture

"Have you been in the army?" I ask, looking at the walk-in closet. I bet he has a code by which he arranges his clothes

"Something like that."

He takes out a key from his pocket and finally removes my cuffs. Then he disappears inside the bathroom

I rub my wrists, while I look at the books. Most of them are about war tactics, weapons, and stuff like that. Reyes must be one of the strangest people I have ever met. But I know one thing about him. He likes gray

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Not only the walls are painted in a light gray shade, but the sheets and comforters are a dark shade. While the room is very nice, it seems so cold. There are no photos on the walls or objects that might indicate he is into some hobby. Well, except for a small armory made of glass-must be anti-bullet glass, as there are various locks on it. Inside it, I see at least seven hunting knives and two handguns. Reyes must like knives

very much

A sofa is next to the walk-in closet, a blanket draped over it. 1 am debating sitting, when a butt-naked Reyes returns to the room

Now, I have seen naked men before, but good God, this man is delicious

A few scars cover his torso and on his left side, along his ribs he has tattooed the letter A with a guitar interlaced with it. He has another one on his right arm, but from where I am standing I can't properly see it

A, huh? Maybe an ex? Not that I actually care

My eyes trail down to his...and I gulp. He is big. I hadn't really noticed when we were in the office, because so much was happening so fast, but no wonder I had a hard time breathing

"Like what you see, Nena?"

My eyes snap up to his face. "You are beautiful," I tell him what I truly think

He seems amused. "Let's get that pussy shaved and then we will take a

long, warm bath."

It is not like I have a wild bush between my legs. I trim and keep my pubic hair clean. But a bald pussy is part of the deal with Alekos

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"I don't need any help to shave my pussy," I retort

"T did not ask if you wanted me to help, I told you what is going to happen."

"Just because I sucked your cock doesn't mean you can control me

now."

He narrows his eyes. "You didn't only suck my cock, you became my woman. And as you're bonded, I get to say when you need my assistance and when you don't."

"We can take a bath together, but I don't want you looking at me, while I take care of my... coochie."

Reyes laughs, then turns serious. "Keep fighting with me and I will stuff your mouth with " My gaze goes directly to his dick and he laughs so hard it makes me wonder what is so funny. "I guess my cock will work as well, but it wasn't what I had in mind."

Right

Not wanting to find out what he plans to put into my mouth to silence

me for all I know, it could be a dirty sock-I walk up to Reyes and take a moment to look at the tattoo on his right arm. Three skulls are connected by a king cobra with red eyes, and under each skull, there was a black rose. I know the symbol of the Lords is a skull with a snake coming out through the left eye with a rose under it, but I didn't know it was a king cobra. And one skull

Curious, I ask, "Why three skulls? I thought it was only one."

"That is true for most of the Lords, yes. But those Lords that have a special connection and swear to be loyal to one to another have more

Depends on how many blood-brothers are in the group." Touching his arm, he adds, "This tattoo represents that we will never betray each other."

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