Page 115 of The Heir

I inwardly cursed him. It was like he was incapable of shutting his fucking mouth, even to the benefit of his own survival.

Damien leaned in, placing a hand on May’s chest, “And yours was–?”

“I’m the Steel Heir,” Donnie blurted out, cutting him off.

Damien’s attention snapped to him. He stood with his hand on May for what felt like an eternity, his gaze locked on Donnie. He took his time walking toward him and came in close, like he meant to share a secret, but instead of his lips moving he pointedly sniffed at Donnie. Almost intimately.

“You’re something, that’s for sure,” Damien seductively purred.

“I’m the last thing you’ll ever see and the only name that will lay on the lips of your descendants,” Donnie quietly returned.

My heart dropped to my asshole. Damien’s blue eyes sparked. I wasn’t sure what it was. He might have been impressed a little, but one thing was for sure– He was openly lusting for my brother-in-law.

“You’re not like them.” Damien stood to Donnie’s left but reached past his face to the opposite side and traced the contours of his jaw. “Take him to my plane. He’ll do.”

Damien turned and disappeared into the shadows in the direction I thought Joplin had gone.

“Wait!” I yelled, but as I broke into motion, several men came from the shadows and grabbed Donnie. “Hey!”

“Mother fucker!” May exploded.

Damien charged out of the shadows, “Which one of you is the son of a federal agent?”

That was it.

The moment I’d been counting down to.

“Is that the best fuckin’ reason you can find to kill me?” I looked dead at him, unwilling to cower anymore, “You killed my fucking father.”

“Your father died in an unfortunate accident, nephew,” Joplin spoke up.

She stepped from the shadows, and addressed me, but she was staring hauntingly at Mayhem. Her heels clicked with precision as she prowled across the opening toward him.

“What is your name?” she demanded.

They were gawking at each other like two caged animals, it made my spine tingle to witness it.

“Damien, get my nephew some clothes. Don’t be filthy.” she commanded, without bothering to glance my way.

Damien smirked and held a hand out. Something was passed to him, and he fluffed out a bathrobe and walked toward me with it held up like he meant to dress me. I jerked it from his hands and wrapped up in it.

“Apologies, my queen.” Damien glanced toward Joplin and May and licked his lips.

“Mayhem,” He answered her after a considerable time.

She reached out longingly for his chest, only to pause, “I was your stepmother for like five minutes.”

She jerked her hand away with a grunt and turned back to the shadows.

“Come, Damien.”

“Joplin, stop!” I called. “Joplin! You can’t fucking take him.”

We started after them and were instantly met by their armed associates again.

We wrestled with some of them, but there were so many it was impossible for us to get past. We did our damnedest until we heard the helicopter outside.

“Shit, May, come on.” I grabbed at his arm, and they let me tug him away.

We shuffled into our clothes and ran before they changed their minds. I didn’t know where we were. I didn’t know how we were going to get back, and I didn’t know how I was going to tell my wife that the same mob that killed her mother, had just taken her brother.

The End