Ignite (The Disciples 4)

The guitar picks up and she spins toward us on the tips of her five-inch high heels. Her arms are outstretched as she captures all eyes.

Gone is my ethereal princess. What spins and grinds on the stage is a redheaded siren with red lips and a body that makes my cock throb.

My head is buzzing. I’m shocked Crystal would do this and that this sorceress would go through with it.

“That one. Blade,” Vladimir screams. “I’ll give you whatever you want, for thirty minutes with the redhead. Name your price.”

And I see red. Maybe it’s that I despise Vladimir or that I’ve been partying for two days. But in a fucked-up second, I react before I think.

“She’s not for sale,” I say gruffly, starting toward her.

The lights and music change. Her leg kicks out and she reaches for the pole, but instead of twirling, in one swift jerk the tutu is off. She stands with her back arched, tits out, with only a scrap of silver string for the top and silver panties.

Vaulting myself onto the stage was not planned. I’m not even thinking as I advance toward her.

She sees me and stops twirling. She holds out her hands as I grab her bicep and pull her with me.

“Wait. I’m so sorry.”

I look straight ahead as I continue to walk. Ryder and David are both by my side.

“Mitchell, please there’s been a mistake,” she yells. David’s eyes land on mine, a huge frown on his face.

“I swear, Mitchell, Crystal said yes.” I keep moving us through the crowded club.

“This is insane. Stop it, you’re hurting me,” she screams and I tighten my grip as she tries to jerk her arm away. The rage that has been brewing, percolating, finally erupts.

And I jerk her to my chest. Her eyes are huge, but it’s shock rather than fear. She blinks at me and that fucking beauty mark stops me cold.

Her red lips part as if she wants to scream, speak, something besides stay in my arms. I don’t care what she wants though. I don’t care that I dragged her off the stage.

In one moment, I’ve made my decision.

“Quiet.”ANTOINETTE“Quiet,” he says lowly, his full lips inches from my ear as I gasp for breath, my mind reeling after all the damage he’s done in a matter of minutes.

Quiet? I should kick him in the balls, but I’m too stunned at what went down.

“Axel, take this into the office,” the tall, muscled one says, and in seconds, it hits me.

Axel?

Axel!

How could I have been so stupid? I don’t have time to do anything but follow since he’s dragging me into the freakin’ office.

We pass the blond guy with striking eyes. He looks like a younger version of Thor and I almost reach out to him.

“Out!” It ricochets around the room, or maybe it’s vibrating in my ears. He won’t let go of my arm.

“Wait, this is all a huge mistake.” I’m trying to sound calm, but my voice is hoarse. I mean, how did I not put it together?

Holy God. Axel is the crazy guy who murders people? The one all the women go nuts for… the one who has the giant…

“Oh. My. God,” I scream and this time I do fight. I twist and kick at him, discovering

stripper heels might be useful after I make contact with his shin. I think it’s his shin. Whatever. I’m beyond caring as he lets me go.

“Fuck. What the hell is wrong with you?” He grunts as we both look down at his jeans. They have a large rip and blood is seeping though.

“I’m so sorry.”

I go forward only to hear him say, “Just fucking relax.” He throws himself into a chair and leans his head back. My eyes dart around the room as I only now remember that we’re not alone.

“Nice one, Axel.” Thor saunters in, a huge smile on his face, prompting Axel to grunt out a fuck you, David.

“So. I’m guessing you must be Cookie?” He turns to me; his eyes are such an unusual color. I nod.

“No, wait. Candy. I’m Candy, not Cookie.” His lips twitch.

When I glance over at Axel, he’s staring at me like I’m some kind of strange being.

“Sorry, I’m frazzled. This is crazy. Like that was crazy—” I point at the door letting my voice drift off since no one in the room seems fazed at all.

“Can someone get her some fucking clothes?” Axel snaps. “I would, but I’m bleeding.”

Turning, I look at him, my hand covering my mouth. “I am so sorry. I can’t believe I did that. It’s only that you seem to make me do things I would never do.”

I move toward him again.

“No, stop.” He rubs the back of his neck and stares at me like he’s not quite sure what to do with me.

“I feel horrible. Oh God, you’re really bleeding. Should I take you to a hospital? Shit, I don’t have a car. Do any of you have a car?” I jump up and down, shaking my hands. Why is no one helping me? And why is Thor smiling? No, he’s laughing, along with the dark-haired guy who’s also wearing a Disciples vest.