Luring Light - K.E. Osborn Page 0,2

to storm off.

Nycto reaches out, grabbing my cut, forcing me back against the refrigerator, his eyes meeting mine dead-on. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again. Remember who your president is.” He shoves me forcefully as he exhales, then I run a hand through my hair. “Void, it’s time to pull your fucking head out of your ass. I get you have issues. Hell, me, of all people, understands that shit. But, brother, if you like Ivy or want to be with her, then you need to stop avoiding her. Spend some damn time with the woman. You were in a much better place when you did.”

I scrunch my face. “She’s pure. She’s a fucking virgin, Nycto.”

“Yeah, she is, but she’s also strong, sassy, and full of fucking fight and fire. She handles anything thrown at her. The woman’s helping us grow weed. She lives in an underground bunker with a room full of dead, decaying bodies right next to her knowing and willingly, including Andrés’ rotting corpse, who she bricked behind the wall without batting a damn eyelid. She’s not pure and virtuous… you’re making her that way in your head.”

He’s right, I know he is.

“What if I’m too late? What if the kid’s made his move?”

“There’s only one way to find out, you fucking idiot.”

Indecision crosses my mind, but if I stand around waiting and let Dash win Ivy over without me trying everything I can, then I only have myself to blame. There’s no doubt Ivy and I have a connection. We have ever since the night I took her from the boat. She’s seen something in me, and she worked damn hard to get me to break out of my shell.

I did it for her.

Then I put my walls back up the second I got spooked.

She was fighting for me, now I need to do the same for her.

As I walk past Nycto, he slaps me on the shoulder. “Go get your girl, brother.”

“Gonna try. It’s time for me to find out if Ivy is pure or poisonous.” I take off, heading for the stairs down to the Bricking Room. I’m sure she’s there, she always is. It’s just a matter of what I’m going to find when I get downstairs.

As my feet hit the concrete slabs, I breathe a little faster. I’ve never put myself out there for a woman, I have always had them falling at my feet. Doing my bidding. It’s how I was taught. So, chasing after Ivy is new to me. Honestly, I am not even sure what the fuck I’m going to say when I see her.

As I enter the cold, dank lower bunker, the smell is the first thing that smacks me right in the face. The Bricking Cell always stinks, it has that rancid and moldy odor. Why she likes it down here is beyond me, but my little Cuban goddess is one twisted sister. As I take in a few deep breaths, I make my way toward the lab, the lights are on, and light chatting fills the air. The door is partially closed, so they won’t see me coming, but her girly laughter makes my breath catch. She sounds like a freaking angel.

“Stop, you’re gonna make it bigger,” Ivy calls out with a giggle.

Dash’s chuckle comes next.

I wish I could see what they’re doing as I walk closer.

“I thought women like big things?” Dash teases.

My top lip curls up as I stride faster.

“Honestly Ivy, I get you’re into this kind of thing, but can we just get to it? I’m getting anxious about it.”

She scoffs out a half-laugh. “You’re such a pussy. Okay, hold on tight, it’s about to get messy in here.”

Dash lets out a guttural groan. “Fuuuck, Ivy, that hurts so good.”

I scrunch my brows tightly as I round the corner to check out the sight in front of me.

Dash is sitting on a chair with his back to me, legs spread, with his pants around his ankles. My chest squeezes as I spot Ivy. My innocent, naïve, Ivy is on her knees, her head down between his legs, where I can only assume she’s throat deep in his cock.

My hands ball into tight fists, heat flushes over my body so fucking intense, sweat beads across my brow. With anger brewing so severe, I know I have to let it out, so I bring my hand up, slamming it into the brick wall. My knuckles instantly split as Ivy gasps, her head