Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,163

as the door flew open. Our masks were still on the desk where we’d left them and I shared an alarmed look with Kyan, praying they wouldn’t be spotted.

"Oh woops, I don't think we should be in here, master," a woman's voice sounded.

"Well they shouldn't have left the door open, should they?" an older man's voice sounded, a slur to his words telling me he was drunk.

“What’s happening?” Saint spoke in my ear, but I couldn’t answer him.

"You're right," she giggled. "Do it to me right here."

"Naughty girl," he laughed and I cringed, sharing a look with Kyan at the sound of the guy’s zipper rolling down. "We'll make a terrible mess."

"I love mess," she said breathily.

"Don't I know it," he chuckled then spluttered a cough that made my gut clench. I reached out to cover Kyan’s mouth and nose and his lips twitched beneath my palm. "Hurry then, on your knees and open your mouth."

She giggled again and I frowned as I realised we were probably going to have to sit here listening to this old guy getting sucked off for however long it took.

"Take your mask off, " he instructed and she hummed anxiously before the sound of her mask hitting the floor reached me.

"Do it, master," she begged. "Soak me."

Soak? I grimaced then the distinctive sound of a guy pissing filled the room along with the tang of urine in the air. Oh fuck no.

“What’s that noise?” Saint demanded.

The girl cried out with her joy and the guy laughed while I tried not to throw up in my mouth.

"Make me dirty!" she cried.

"You're filthy," he grunted before the sound of his zipper thankfully did up again. "Let's go before someone comes and finds this mess. We wouldn't want to upset the Grand Master." He started coughing again and my heart began to hammer.

"But he encourages us to be free," she cooed before they stepped out of the room.

“Probably not in his private rooms though,” he laughed and the door clicked shut.

"Fucking hell," Kyan growled, getting up and pulling me after him.

"God it stinks. Let's get out of here,” I hissed, grabbing our masks and handing Kyan his before I put mine on. “Keep your face covered.”

“What happened?” Saint pushed.

“You don’t wanna know,” I said, but his frustrated growl said that wasn’t good enough. Kyan put his mask on and I relaxed a little.

We hurried across the room, avoiding the large stain on the carpet before slipping out the door and shutting it again. We started walking down the corridor and I drew in slow breaths to calm my racing heart.

A group of people walked toward us in an arrowhead formation with a tall man at the front and the rest of them fanning out behind them in a triangle. He was particularly noticeable as his mask was purely gold and a shining crest on his lapel marked him as the Grand Master.

"Good evening," he said to us, nodding and his deep voice made me pause for a moment as I swear I knew it from somewhere.

"Good evening, Grand Master," Kyan supplied, tugging me out of his way and dragging me along as soon as the group passed us.

"That's the leader?" I whispered to Kyan, but Saint answered in my ear.

"You saw him?" Saint asked sharply.

"He wore a solid gold mask," I breathed.

"Big guy," Kyan muttered.

"Tall or broad? What precise height?" Saint demanded.

"I dunno man, I could’ve used my dick as a tape measure but figured it was inappropriate," Kyan said with a dark laugh.

“You fuckin-”

"He was as tall as Kyan," I told Saint before he burst a blood vessel. "Give or take an inch."

"An inch up or down?" Saint hissed.

"Down," I said.

"Good girl," Saint said and for some reason that made me smile. "Now get the fuck home."

"Not until I've had a smoke," Kyan said as we rounded the corner and Niall stepped forward from the shadows.

"Hey," he grunted. "You kids get what you need?"

"Maybe," Kyan answered. "Where's the nearest smoking room?"

"Do you really need to smoke right now?" I hissed. "Let's just leave."

"Naw, baby," Kyan murmured. "I really need a smoke." He gave me an intense look through his mask and I heard Saint cursing in my ear.

"Don't do anything stupid, asshole," Saint warned and I realised what Kyan was suggesting. He wanted to cause trouble, and after what I'd seen here, it was enough for me to want in on that too.

"Yeah, you know what, I fancy a smoke too," I said firmly. "Which way