Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

Father gave me a sinister smile. “I decided I have other plans for her if he can get her to me. No big deal if he can’t. Either way, she’ll suffer.”

“What plans?” I tried to keep my voice even as I stared back at the monster before me.

I caught Cleaver smirking out of the corner of my eye, the jagged scar over his eye crinkling with the effort as he adjusted his dick in his pants. Klaus remained the cool, collected copy of his son as he continued to watch me.

“That’s why we’re here. I’m going to show you our newest endeavor. One I’d like you to run after you graduate.”

The limo stopped, and a moment later, the driver opened the door. I followed the men out and stared up at a mansion that rivaled the one we lived in. Towers. Turrets. Guards. Stone and metal, all pulled together to make an impenetrable prison for some poor souls. At least that was my first impression.

Bile burned my throat as we walked inside. It wasn’t set up like a home. Not really. A woman met us at the door, wearing an elegant black dress.

“This is Haley,” Father said, kissing the girl on both cheeks. “She’s the first person people see after the guards when they enter. Isn’t she something?” Father looked at me for my approval.

I nodded tightly. Haley was hot. Big tits. Long legs. Blonde hair cut in a sharp bob. But her face… While beautiful, I could see the sadness and fear in her wavering smile and the slight bob of her throat.

“Her tits are real,” Father said, backing away. “Show Dominic.”

Her eyes widened.

“That won’t be necessary,” I said.

Father shot me a warning look and grabbed Haley roughly by her arm.

“I said, show Dominic your tits.”

With shaking hands, she pulled the top of her dress down, her bottom lip wobbling as she stared at me. I swallowed and glanced away.

Bad idea.

Father released Haley and clasped my face harshly.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it,” he snarled in my ear. “Now, touch her tits,”

He released me. It took everything in me to not punch him in the face. I’d never been close with my father. The man was as wicked as they came and twice as deadly. We had an agreement. I was the heir to his empire. I did what I was told. I was dark, tough, and in charge of my own men. But when Father barked a command, I submitted. Always.

I reached out and cradled one of Haley’s heavy breasts in my palm.

“She’s yours whenever you need relief,” Father said. “I have a room ready for you. Consider her a gift for all your hard work. What do you say, Son?”

“Thank you, Father,” I said evenly, dropping my hand from Haley’s breast.

“Good. Now, I’ll show you your soon-to-be kingdom.” He turned, his guys flanking him, and strode away.

Haley cast me a worried look, her breasts back in her dress. I kept my features schooled and followed my father deeper into the mansion.

I studied everything as we went. Each room seemed to either be a spacious place for gathering or was closed off with a guard outside it. When we descended the stairs to the basement, dread filled me. The soft sounds of girls sobbing filled my ears as my feet hit the black, glossy tiled floor at the bottom of the steps.

The lights were dim, but I could easily make out cages. Many of them housing weeping women, clinging to one another.

“What is this?” I demanded, letting my anger show.

Father turned to me, grinning. “Your kingdom.”

I spun around, taking in the crying women. Some of them were naked or nearly naked. The ones who weren’t, would be. That much I knew.

“We’ve launched a new business. Women.” Father stepped forward and held his arms out to show me everything. “There’s quite a lucrative market for beautiful women that can be forced into doing whatever you want.”

“Says who?” I snarled, taking in one woman as she tried to cover her nakedness beneath our gazes. I focused back on my father. Everything about this was forcing me to consider some things about myself that sickened me. I’d bargained with Bianca just so I’d be able to do whatever I wanted to her. No, I wasn’t doing this shit to her. But maybe I wasn’t so different from my old man. If I didn’t make some changes, in a few years, I’d be him. Nausea burned my insides as I considered that future.