“So nothing is happening between the two of you?” Kenzo asks Rebecca, who throws herself down onto the bed and groans out loud.
“No. I wouldn’t go near him!”
“Good. I’m out tonight. I will be back tomorrow morning. Make sure you’re in bed by nine o’clock.”
“Yes, sir.” Rebecca salutes to Kenzo, and he laughs before walking out of the room.
“Not that you’re ever around to care,” Rebecca shouts as Harry closes the door behind him and Kenzo. She doesn’t receive an answer back from him.
Walking over to the door, she yanks it open and makes her way down the hall. She wants to confront him, but by the time she gets down the stairs, he has gone.
Grayson gives her a sympathetic smile from the front door. Walking over to the bottom of the stairs, Grayson throws his arms forward and backward as his brown orbs look into Rebecca’s sad blue ones.
He feels bad for her. To be stuck inside Kenzo’s house and for him to never be there, he can feel her pain.
“He’s left for a couple of days, hasn’t he?” Rebecca crosses her arms, and Grayson nods his head.
“He has shit to sort out.” Grayson keeps nodding his head, and Rebecca rolls her eyes. Expected. He lied to her. He wasn’t going to come by to see her in the morning.
“Can I go out for a drink tonight, please?” Rebecca asks Grayson nicely, and he holds his finger up. Dialing Dante’s number, he waits for him to answer.
Dante sits down at the docks two minutes away from Kenzo’s house where a bomb has been detonated. He watches as Kenzo and four cars arrive quickly.
“Yeah.”
“Rebecca wants to know if she can go for a drink tonight,” Grayson says.
“Casino. Yeah. I’ll tell Kenzo.” Kenzo climbs out of the car and walks over as Dante throws his cigarette out the window. Grayson nods his head at Rebecca, who smiles and runs to the bedroom.
She’s excited to be able to actually do something. She may as well be considering the way Kenzo has been treating her lately. She wonders why he’s not giving her any attention at all.
The casino in Prentonville should keep her occupied for a while.
Walking to the doors of the casino, Rebecca pulls down her pastel-pink latex dress, and Grayson grins at her.
This dress took her fifteen minutes to get on. She had to soak it in warm water and rub oil on her body before pulling it up just to get it on.
Throwing her small, gold bag over her shoulder, she waits for Grayson to open the door, and she struts inside. Looking around, she finds the perfect seat and takes it.
Grayson stands to her right, keeping his eye on their surroundings.
“Radio check.” Rebecca glances up at him, and he smirks down at her.
“Loud and clear. You may proceed.” Grayson nods his head.
A couple of hours pass by, and Rebecca yawns. Her night hasn’t exactly been the best.
All she has been doing is drinking glass after glass of red wine on her own while Grayson talks to Kenzo’s men who are off shift, gambling. She doesn’t even know any of them.
Feeling bored, Rebecca looks over at a set of double doors where she can hear the music booming. It comes from the main club room.
Glancing over at Grayson, Rebecca waits for him to turn his back and walks over to the double doors quickly.
Pushing the right door open, she slides inside and leans her back up against the door as her adrenaline pumps through her body.
Pushing her brown hair behind her ears, she walks over to the bar and orders a new drink of wine while the music plays.
Receiving her drink from a staff member she doesn’t know, she walks to the dance floor and allows her hips to move to the beat of the music.
Why shouldn’t she have fun? What’s wrong with her doing that? She deserves it after spending an entire month indoors alone.
Red lights move from left to right above her head, the crowd is full of energy as Rebecca spots a bunch of men in black suits walk toward another door at the back of the room.
This is the problem with Rebecca. She questions everything, which makes her walk over to the doors and push them, hoping they will open, which they do.
Curiosity always does get the cat killed in the end, but Rebecca doesn’t stop there. No, she waited for the doors to close behind the men before attempting to enter.
Sliding into the room she’s never been inside before, she walks to a dance floor where many women drop to their knees in front of men in suits.
All of them have their hair in one or two braids. Pole dancers are spinning around their poles in stiletto heels and red underwear. All the other girls have a black corset on.
Walking slowly, Rebecca looks to her left. There are many benches, a cross, and chains dangling down from the ceiling. A sign sits on the wall ahead of her. “Dungeon” in red writing.
On her right, she can see multiple rooms. One of them says doctor’s room and another says opticians. Walking across the dance floor and down a hallway, Rebecca finds more rooms.
Dentist room, pain room, dark room, water room, multiples room, couples room, and many more. She can smell Kenzo’s rose scent.
Screams can be heard from different rooms as she turns around and walks back to the main room.
Rebecca stops abruptly next to a tall, green-leaf plant looking across the room. Kenzo stands with another woman down on her knees; a collar sits around her neck and a leash is attached to it.
Kenzo grabs her around the throat, lifting her up completely off the floor. Now Rebecca’s chest tightens up as she takes in a long breath. The pain hits her more than she wants it to.
Her eyes water, her hands shake, and her knees get ready to cave in from underneath her small, fragile frame.
She would usually put it down to him training her and trying to help her become a better submissive for not only him but herself. That would mean she’s lying to herself. She can’t do that.
The fact that he has been showing no interest in her since she arrived back at his home with him proves that he no longer cares about Rebecca.
Then she arrives at the casino and finds him with another submissive inside a hidden nightclub at the back of his building. Now that’s what tells her more is going on.
She doesn’t want to admit it, but she knows she needs to. Then she remembers the contract. There was nothing stated in it about having other partners.
Wiping her wet, sad eyes, she walks back over to the door and slides through it without Kenzo catching her. Well, that is what she thinks.
Kenzo watches as Rebecca leaves the room thinking she hasn’t been noticed. He caught her with his own two eyes. He clamps his teeth together as he tightens his grip on Behbe’s throat. He’s blacking out.
What was she doing inside the BDSM club by herself, and why the hell is she out? Raising his right suit sleeve, he checks the time. Ten thirty and she’s not in bed. He told her nine o’clock!
Shaking his head, he growls, feeling pissed off. Seeing his submissive out alone without any protection has really hit a sensitive nerve.
Breathing in deeply, he puffs his chest out trying to calm himself down. Easier said than done when he’s switching over to his devilish side. The side nobody wants to see, not even Behbe.
What Rebecca doesn’t know is that Kenzo is giving Behbe a punishment for entering the club armory. She shot bullets through the wall and nearly killed many of his men in the process.
He was on his way back home when he received the phone call from Rex and had to change his route to come and sort her out.
Launching Behbe, Kenzo clicks his fingers, and Rex nods his head as she lands on her back, crying.
“Sort her out. She is your problem not mine. I have my own shit to sort out.” Walking toward the doors, Kenzo’s gray eyes show a pool of pitch-black darkness.
A ship filled with his men disappeared in the early hours of the morning. Completely disappeared from the radar with no trace of their whereabouts.
He had to give up all of his personal time to get them home safely. The ship was found in the Bahamas.
It had been hijacked by a group called the Balaclavas, and that was why he went away. To go and take all of them out.
When he went to get his men back, he found that there were more than three hundred of them, which took him and his group of men days to eliminate.
Then he came back and was called back down to the docks when he was halfway home, Harry’s ex-girlfriend planted a bomb in one of his containers.
He needed to contain it before it went off, but it detonated as he arrived, killing ten of his men in the process. That meant he needed to do a cleanup, which wasn’t something he enjoyed doing.
This is the negative part about running a criminal organization. Granted, it belongs to his dad, but Kenzo is the man running it.
So if you look at it fairly from his perspective, the organization belongs to Kenzo. Vinx is just a man who sits behind a desk.
When he said he would treat Rebecca like the queen that she is, he wasn’t expecting life to take a drastic turn the way that it did.
His running the business has broken their connection and made it seem as if he doesn’t care about her when he does.
Now he’s not happy that he has to punish her when they can finally spend some quality time together.
Pulling the door open, Kenzo looks from left to right trying to find Rebecca in a pastel-pink short and extremely tight dress that she shouldn’t be wearing.
To him, the dress is too revealing, and the color is wrong. She should be wearing black or red. Yet again, another rule broken. Kenzo sighs.
“Your order has been dispatched,” a message shows.
“Finally!” Kenzo rolls his eyes. Only three weeks too late. He had problems with his accounts being frozen for some time by Mastercard.
Now that they are up and running again, he knows Rebecca’s items will be with him soon. The first time his order has actually gone through and been accepted by a manufacturer.
Usually he would do a cash transaction, but he was adamant that he wanted to order online. Now he knows he can freely use his card again.
He hasn’t had the chance to talk to Rebecca about what has been happening in the Bahamas, but he hopes he can have a conversation with her about it when he takes her out to dinner tomorrow.
Still looking around, Kenzo walks toward the dance floor and finds Rebecca sitting on one of his black leather couches. He squints his eyes. Why isn’t she wearing her collar? His hands tighten into fists.
“She’s getting a hiding when I get my hands on her,” he growls. Anger rising and darkness surrounding him. Judging him is not the way forward, and she has just awoken his devil side.
She has broken rule after rule, she is in a latex dress that she knows damn well she shouldn’t be wearing, and she has taken her collar off! Kenzo is going to flip out.
