My Dark Knight (Kings of Hell MC 2)

Laurent looked as if he wanted to stand up and charge at him, but Beast stopped him with a firm hold on the shoulder. “You want that bet or not? We can all be witnesses.”

Elliot crossed his arms on his chest and looked up at Knight. “Fine. And if I win, you roleplay Fane with me.”

Knight chuckled. “What? You want me to dress up as William Fane and fuck you like that? You are one messed up sonofabitch. But it’s on, Elliot. Oh, it’s on,” he said with a wide smile as he turned toward his friends. “He needs someone to show him the facts. Isn’t this just the perfect opportunity?

“No,” mumbled Jake from the side, but everyone ignored him.

“No one knows all the facts!” Elliot couldn’t stand the indignity anymore, and being out of costume wasn’t helping his confidence. “We’ve only found five bodies so far, plus the two discovered after William Fane’s death. Why does the freshest one not have an arm, huh?”

Laurent shook his head. “Maybe because Fane wanted to sleep with it under his pillow? You can’t apply human logic to that monster.”

“Or he might have wanted to use the body for sex. We don’t know if he didn’t like them dead. By the way, we would not be roleplaying that. I draw a line at necrophilia,” Knight said, glancing at Elliot with his eyes narrowed. “But maybe we could find out the truth if we team up and search for real evidence instead of coming up with some bullshit.”

That Elliot could agree on. He dared to smile.

Beast’s tubal voice cut through the conversations like an axe. “I don’t like him being here. He already snooped around twice, and he is clearly fucking crazy. What guarantee do I have there won’t be any more trouble?”

Knight exhaled loudly. “I’ll make sure he’s supervised.”

The way Knight opened a protective umbrella over Elliot’s head gave him goose bumps, and he stood that inch closer to his savior. Even if Knight had repeatedly told everyone that Elliot gave him head today, he didn’t seem to mean it in a bad way.

“I will not be a problem. All I want is to see the mansion.”

Beast massaged his temple. “Remind me again why is he staying here, then? Can’t you just give him a tour and fuck him elsewhere?”

If it wasn’t for how badly Elliot wanted to get that tour, he’d lash out no matter how scary Beast looked. There had to be some limits to rudeness.

“Look, I stopped him from entering private rooms just a few days ago. He can’t just get in here uninvited and do as he wants,” Jake said in anger.

Knight looked back, finally paying him some attention. “Isn’t that exactly how you first came here?”

Jake’s jaw dropped, and he tried to protest, but Knight silenced him by pressing two fingers against his lips.

“We both know how it was. You were just a brat who wanted to show his high school buddies what a badass he was. And once you were caught, it was all howls for mercy, and empty promises. You’re still here, because you had potential.”

Beast sighed. “Jake, leave us.”

“But—”

“Leave.”

At least this time it was someone other than Elliot being humiliated. Jake glared at Elliot but did as told, leaving the popcorn behind. Damn, that tub smelled tasty, all buttery and sweet. Elliot hadn’t even eaten today, so the scent was making his mouth water.

Jake took his time, but once he closed the door behind him, Knight spoke.

“Look, I get why you don’t want him here. I totally do, but he’s just been attacked, and we might be enemies when it comes to historical truth, but it’s always good fun to discuss stuff with someone who actually cares. I’m not gonna let that psycho ex of his murder him. Would you take on this kind of burden when we have so many empty bedrooms here?”

“I thought he enjoyed the company of psychopaths,” Laurent hissed, his pretty mouth spitting venom at Elliot.

Beast sipped some beer and tapped Laurent’s shoulder with his fingertips. “Who’s that man? Will he be a problem to us?” he asked, and this time the question was directed at Elliot.

“He shouldn’t be…” Elliot said with a deep sigh, embarrassed to have to share all this bullshit. “He’s just a guy. He’s pretty tough and just got out of jail for theft, but he wouldn’t mess with bikers.” He smiled slightly at the memory of Knight’s fist repeatedly landing in Martin’s face.

“Yeah, the fucker was big, but a small fish. He’ll eventually give up on looking for Elliot,” Knight added.

Beast contemplated it for a few seconds. “Your responsibility, Knight. If he as much as breathes air that he shouldn’t, I will be treating you as guilty for it, no matter how long we’ve been friends. So think again.”