The damn smile drops off my face when I watch Jacques input his schedule for this evening.
At seven p.m. he’s supposed to win Candace in the Decadent Auction, then at eight, he’s going to fuck her brains out.
My fucking blood heats and I blow out a breath of fury.
He starts writing on Sunday and blocks out two weeks for fucking, which he highlights in pink, then he's taking her to Monte Carlo for more fucking.He’ll decide by the third week if her pussy is good enough to skip his weekend getaway with Cyndy.
“Jesus Christ,” Aiden hisses.I look at him and he shakes his head.“Calm down old friend. I think your brother would have your head if you kill that prick."
If I'm getting the warning not to kill, it means I must look like I'm about to issue death.
"Fucking fuck.” I ball my fists and my gaze snaps back to the computer screen to the word auction.The Decadent Auction. My Candace is in an auction.That is what we'd call dark auctions because it's run by the Syndicate.Massimo kept the old practices going long before I left home."Auction."
"Auction," Aiden confirms.
And Candace is taking part? What the actual fuck?
Candace is in an auction that's set up for women to sell their bodies for sex.For thirty days and thirty nights.
The Candace I know would never dream of entering something like that.No fucking way.
“Candace doesn’t seem like the type to be part of such a… thing.Not even for charity,” Aiden surmises biting the inside of his lip.
“She’s not.”
Candace isn’t like that at all.So something else must be going on.Maybe she needs the money. If so, then why wouldn’t she ask one of us for it?
Dark dread fills me. What if she’s in trouble?I don’t even want to think about that part.
There has to be a damn good reason for this thing I’m seeing.
And fucking Jacques… That motherfucker, he’s not only going to the auction, but he knows she’s an applicant and he’s planning to win her.
We’ll fucking see about that.
Prick…
I glance at the clock on the wall.It's just after six. Aiden winces as I grab my gun.An idea forms in my head. One as dark and twisted as my heart.It actually has me smiling to myself as I walk through the door.
I must look like a madman.