Surrender To Me

Syn walked further into the office, her short dress riding up with the movement. She did not attempt to smooth it down, leaving me with an eyeful of her snatch. Hopping up, she perched on the edge of my desk beside me, and I shoved my seat back to keep both eyes on her. She slid her foot onto my chair, the toe of her heel touching my dick.

“I know that you’ve fucked her. I just don’t understand what she has that I don’t.”

“A lot of things, Syn. A fucking clue for one.”

Rage bubbled from her. “I love you, Bane. Why can’t you see that? We’re perfect for one another.”

“How do you figure?”

Sliding off the edge of the desk, she dropped to her knees between my legs. “We’re good together, daddy.”

“You know what you’re good for? Sucking dick.”

“Is that what you want, Daddy? You want me to suck your dick?”

Thankfully, my dick didn’t stir. That was because only Wren would satisfy me now. She ran her hands up my thighs, inching her hands closer to my crotch. I watched her through narrowed eyes. “How do you know about Wren?”

She smiled. “I know a lot about your little girlfriend. I know she lived in a shitty little apartment. I know she wears plain cotton underwear. Seriously, Bane, how can you fuck a woman who enjoys wearing plain cotton underwear?”

“It’s what’s inside that underwear that counts,” I replied, my shoulders tightening as she brushed her hands against my cock. Syn seemed to know an awful lot about my Little Bird, and I planned on getting all that information out of her.

“I also know that she was supposed to die in that fire. If it weren’t for Andy swooping in like a fucking hero, she’d be dead, and we’d be together.”

Anger surged through me, stinging all my nerve endings and making the blood pound in my ears. I grabbed her arm as I stood, the chair rolling back and slamming into the wall. Hauling her backward, I pressed her against the desk, bending her back and grabbing her other arm so I could hold her in place.

“What did you do, you little cunt?”

Syn’s eyes widened, so I could see the whites all the way around. “Bane, daddy, what are you doing?”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You tried to kill Wren.”

“I tried to save you from a life of boring sex with her.” I blinked at Syn’s words.

Was she seriously so delusional she thought I would want her?

Reaching into my desk drawer, I pulled out my Glock and pointed it at her temple. Syn squeaked at the pressure. I so wanted to pull the trigger.

She had put Wren’s life in fucking danger.

She could’ve died in that fire.

I could’ve lost her.

The dark recesses inside my head, the ones that housed the monster of my rage began to stir. My vision started to blackout, and I had to blink to get it back.

“Don’t kill me, Bane,” Syn begged. “Please. I’m sorry.”

I ground the barrel in a little harder, shouting, “You tried to kill her!”

Tears sprang in her eyes, and she said, “I just wanted you to look at me like you look at her. I want you to love me like you love her.”

I let the monster come out a little more, inviting it closer with a crooked finger. That oily malevolence filled my veins, stripping the humanity from me and leaving only instincts. And my instincts were telling me to put a fucking bullet in the brain of this woman. She was a threat. She had proved that. Syn tried to fight me off, but I dug my fingers into her arm, shaking her a little to get her to focus.

“What else have you done, Syn?” I asked. “And don’t even think about lying to me.”

Sweat beaded on her brow, and she swiped her tongue over her lips. “Please. I want you.”

“What. Did. You. Do!” I shook her again, knocking the words I needed to hear from her out in a tumble.

“Room number four was our room,” she hissed, the tears already drying on her cheeks. “Ours. Nobody else should be able to use it.” “You mugged Veronica?”

The smile that pulled up her mouth was venomous. “Is that the little bitch’s name? Yeah, I stole it from her. I needed a way to get in here.”

Fuck. Jesus fucking Christ, this woman was unhinged.

“Boss, I got that phone for-”

The words died on Dagger’s tongue when he saw the scene in front of him. Dropping the bag he was carrying, he pulled out his Glock and held it level with Syndy’s head, coming at her from the other side. I guessed my man had a little problem with the woman who sliced open his thigh too.

Her breathing kicked up another notch, the pending violence thickening the air and feeding my monster.

“She set the fire at Wren’s apartment. She’s also the one who mugged Veronica and stole her access card.”

Dagger slid his finger off the guard and onto the trigger. “Want me to get rid of her?”

“Please!” she begged, all the color draining from her face. “I just wanted you to see that we are meant to be together.”

“Not here,” I replied. “Take her somewhere nobody will ever find her.” Flipping the safety back into position, I placed my gun back into the desk drawer and sat.

“Please. No. Please!” Syn begged as Dagger removed her from the room.

“Shut her up. We don’t need people hearing her scream.”

With a determined nod, he brought the butt of the gun down on her temple and knocked her the fuck out. When they were gone from my office, I started to pace. My body was being battered by a thousand thoughts of revenge. I balled my hands into fists before releasing them, flexing my fingers. Fuck, I was strung so tight right now.

She had almost killed my Little Bird.

The need to see her, to know she was all right was like a sledgehammer to my chest. My heart was racing as I snatched up my phone and called Mrs. Bellinger’s number.

“Mr. Rivera?” she answered.

“Put Wren on.” There was a muffled thump, and then Wren’s voice came over the line.

“Bane?”

“I need you. I need to see you.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to send Andy to get you, okay? He’ll bring you to the club.” “Okay,” she replied.

Fuck, I wondered if she could sense this darkness inside me, the one that lingered and needed to be let out.

“He’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up, I dialed Andy.

“Boss?”

“Go and get Wren. Bring her to me at the club.”

“Yes, sir.”

I sat my ass back down, afraid that if I were on my feet, I would sprint to my apartment to collect her myself. I couldn’t leave, though. I couldn’t leave my club unmanned on a Saturday night, but I could bring my Little Bird to me.