Devoured by his Enemy Eyes

Three Little Birdies

Jeremy's POV

Seven Hours to #POAT…

I head into the dingy breakfast restaurant and spot Junnev sitting in the far corner. I slide onto the cushion opposite him and notice his pinched expression.

“The food here's lousy, Kila,” He pouts at the tray of chips on the table.

“How convenient,” I mutter and he raises an eyebrow at the comment but says nothing.

Malakai strides in two minutes later and there's a storm brewing in his eyes as he settles beside Junnev.

“What's with the sour look?” Junnev asks.

“Did you trace the link?”

“I hacked their firewall but the b***h locked me out.” He looks pissed.

“b***h???”

“The encryption was a tragic love story and before I could figure that out, I'd been locked out.” He complains, “Only a wild b***h would think that s**t up.”

“I think the blackmailers were females,” Junnev supports.

I'm quiet as I mull this over.

“Any word from Lisa or the team?”

Lisa is Junnev's girlfriend although he doesn't care for her or her best friend Claire Eastwood and their gang, he just needs her to safeguard his spot in their group.

Junnev scowls, “Something's not right the girl band.” He says, referring to the girl group influencers.

“Spit it out, Nev.”

“Word got around that Justin and his b***h are the only ones who weren't invited to the party.”

“You got the invite?” I ask and they both nod.

Junnev continues, “Lisa said the girls are gonna school here for their senior year.”

He sighs, “I think they want you there to make a statement.”

“That's crazy.” Kai counters, “They wouldn't have bugged us just to make you show up for a freaking party.”

“Kila never goes to these things, and it's invite-only. If Kila's spotted at that party, Justin will flip.” Nev argues.

Kai shakes his head, “That would mean the Gone Girls are orchestrating this entire charade.”

“What did you find on the girls?”

Kai grits his teeth, “Their history was a bit obscured but they met at a rehab center four years ago.” I freeze but they don't notice.

“I tried to pull their health records from the rehab facility but someone had wiped it.”

“What about their childhood?”

He brings out a little notepad, “Mallory Bricks has had anger issues since she was a kid, probably something to do with her MMA fighter of a Dad. At fourteen she sent her sister's boyfriend to the ICU amongst other felonies her family wealth covered up. Definitely my favorite of the girls.” He flicks a page.

“This one's interesting and short. Kendrick Campbell, socialite princess after a hard breakup with her boyfriend, son of former governor Renfrew of Texas, had to get mental attention.”

“What about the last?” I ask impatiently.

“Josephine Dukes, widely known as Jojo Dukes, is the most mysterious. I couldn't pull up anything from her childhood except her adoption papers. She was adopted by William and Sherlyn Dukes four years ago.”

Junnev makes a sound at the back of his throat, “Is the dude English royalty or something?”

“Actually, He is English but is nowhere close to British royalty.”

“Why's the bits of info?” Junnev digs into a plate of fries and his face sours at the taste.

“They're good,” I comment.

“Why hide their past then?”

“Probably, because they don't need s**t from their past ruining their future,” Kai answers.

Outside the skies darken and lightning flashes through the heavy clouds and my body reacts to the elements.

My heartbeat starts picking up from the sight and my skin tingles with the need to feel the waves and the rain against them. My beast rumbles, waking up to the sound of thunder.

“They're hiding something.” I declare and stand, “We'll grab the girls at the party. I'll get the one with black hair while you collect the other two.”

I leave the restaurant, keeping my head down. Both from the drizzling rain and the fact that Malakai, Junnev, and I shouldn't be seen together due to our roles.

Malakai is the party playboy who throws the wildest parties in school history. He's the free spirit who's friends with everyone and can see inside everyone's dirty locker.

Junnev is the team's Co-captain. He's in Justin Kingston's little group. Kingston thinks he holds the title of the King of Sabbel and Junnev's in his circle to keep our enemies closer so he can't be spotted with me, Kingston's greatest enemy.

Meanwhile, I'm the ‘eccentric billionaire bastard s***h Genius Artist. Leaving the noise-making to Justin and his boys. I'm the elusive brat who has a group of girls that swoon when I pass the school hallway. They leave little presents in front of my workshop like I'm some stray they're trying to tame.

Yes, I have an entire classroom to myself, a space I utilize for my guilty pleasure, sculpting, courtesy of my father's generous donation to the school.

I'm almost close to my car when a black truck drives past me and pulls up next to mine in the deserted parking lot.

I get a peek at luscious black hair before it disappears under a blue hoodie. I hear a soft grumble as the driver shuffles in my direction, her head is positioned towards the ground so she doesn't see me until it's too late.

“Oaf!” She cries as her head connects with my chest. I absently place a hand over the area of impact to feel the organ beneath. Sadly, it remains normal.

“Oh my God! I'm so sorry, did I hurt you?” she's looking at the hand rubbing my chest. She hasn't looked up yet, and that's when I decide.

In a swoop of a second, my hand snakes around her waist and jerks her so she falls onto my chest.

She freezes for a second before she starts struggling and I cage her face in my hands, squashing her soft cheeks together.

Her eyes flash as she stares into mine and I see a myriad of emotions run through her like a train wreck, fear and fury wars within those blue eyes yet my beast rams against my ribcage insisting I give up control, he's not satisfied with my way.

She swallows and my eyes become glued to her throat, no doubt that soft flesh would taste better between my teeth. Her breath stutters as she stares into my eyes, reading the c*****e that lays bare for anyone to see.

She clasps my hand in her feeble attempt at a death grip, her nails biting into my flesh, creating red moon-shaped dents that merely fire up my blood as the rain washes them away, “What do you want from me?”

I tug her flush against me, my stubble scratching her cheeks as I whisper, “What do I want, Dukes?”

Something about this girl sets me on edge, she reminds me of a past meant to be forgotten. It infuriates me to no end. Her eyes go wild and she tries to kick me with a move that could only be from a black belt but I don't focus on why an aesthetics influencer is bagging a black belt in Judo. Instead, I focus on her blue eyes, something isn't right about it. The color is all wrong.

She sees something from the corner of her eyes and her eyes widen before slamming shut. She struggles until I slam her against my car to effectively restrain her.

“Open your eyes, Dukes.”

“What do you want to do? Pluck out my eyes?” Her voice is surprisingly strong even as her body trembles against me.

“Open them.”

“I'll call the cops if you don't leave now, you'll be thrown in jail and—”

“Open,” I growl, my patience wearing on thin ice.

She shakes her head vigorously and her black mane falls out from the hoodie, but even that is wrong. Something must be wrong with me because, at the sight of her black hair, I snap.

My fist meets the car window, eliciting a shocked gasp from her as the glass shatters into bits. With my bloodied grip, I tip her chin to the sky, spotting little freckles as the rain comes down harder on us and a rush runs through me. I want to sculpt her, just like this. I close my eyes and immortalize the image, her face tipped to the sky, her eyes shut tight in terror and thrill as the skies roar down at her, her tears swirling with rain as her skin turns deathly pale, her mouth in an Oh form set to scream out her pleasure as she fights whatever demons hold her captive, her sensual neck, ripe and ready to be bitten into.

My beast goes feral at the image wanting— needing to tear off her clothes and take her right there in an open parking lot.

I run my hand over her face, ignoring her whimpers and the way her nails dig into my flesh, sending another wave of feral delight to my beast.

Focus!

My grip on her is harsher as I clear her face of the make-up and little brown spots flare to life before my eyes. The organ in my chest picks up as I stare at her freckles but slows when I look into her eyes. Those blues are all wrong.

Blues which are now wide open in shock and I seize the opportunity, I deftly pull out the contacts before she can blink and she shuts her eye before I can see.

“Open it.”

“No!” She tries another shot at my balls again but I trap her legs between mine.

“Let me go, you freaking bastard!” She screams into the empty parking lot, bucking wildly against my hold as the skies rain streaks of light over our soaked bodies.

My head snaps to the restaurant as a customer points in our direction and gesticulates to a female worker. There's going to be an audience if I don't get this over with.

I pull her unyielding head to mine, our foreheads joined and run my tongue over her freckles.

My beast hums, her eyes pop and my heart thunders in my chest, straining against my ribcage with the force of its beat.

Even my beast quietens as I stare at her doe-like gaze like a star-struck fool until agony in my lower region brings me to my knees. I cup my member as she races back to her truck and zooms off.

I pick myself off the wet ground, my heart heating up like a freaking furnace against the cold.

I stare into her rearview mirror and let out the feral grin breaking through the harsh edges of my expression.

Oh, I'm not done with you Dukes, I'll see you around...