Chapter 23: "BOYS!"

Akai:

After the long ass flight with the whole family on the private Jet, imagine a sealed flying cylinder suspended Thirty-five thousand feet in the air stuffed with horny, temperamental were’s.

Not a pretty “Fucking” sight.

Then, fighting with Arth to stay calm because all the sudden he was “Terrified of Heights”.

My head was pounding as we made our way to our reserved suites on the top two floors.

“Akai, you okay?” Rija asked softly as she rubbed my chest gently, soothing the nauseous sensation swirling in the pit of my stomach.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” I smiled warmly at her as she huddled in between Nikola and Micah as the door dinged, revealing the spacious, colorful hallway leading to our suite.

“I’ll see you later. I have to go to Lea’s room for my fitting. Love you.” Rija giggled softly as she gave each of us a teasing kiss, flashing us a playful wink.

“Not Fair.” All three of us pouted playfully as she skipped down the hall, slipping into the end suite that was Byron and Lea’s “lover’s” suite.

Raz and Arth laughing lightly as the luggage valet followed behind us with perked brows, looking between Lea’s door and us with an evil smirk.

“MINE!” We growled lowly with a dark tone of annoyance as the valet froze solid, staring at us with a scared expression.

“I think the poor guy might need fresh pants.” Arth and Raz laughed darkly, narrowing my gaze on him as his eyes dropped to the ground.

Nikola unlocked the door, motioning for the valet to unload quickly with a narrowed gaze.

“Forget the fucking tip. I’ll put my foot up his ass instead.” I growled in link, watching as he kept his eyes down.

“Sorry for my rudeness.” He spoke softly as he quickly unloaded our luggage inside the doorway in a neat pile to the right.

“I’m giving you a “Tip” against my brothers’ wishes, but next time something like “that” happens, will be the last time. Understood?” Micah’s voice dropped an octave as he handed the valet a fifty with a firm stare down.

“Yes, Sirs!” The valet snapped upright like he was fixing to salute us.

“Oh, and the whole saying “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” doesn’t apply to these two top floors. So, let your buddies know “No Game”. Got that?” I laughed darkly as I patted the guys shoulder with a firm squeeze to emphasize my seriousness.

His head shook vigorously as he stepped back out into the hallway, grabbing his luggage caddie disappearing into the elevator as it dinged open. Closing the door with a fit of dark laughter, grabbing our bags from the living room floor.

“Did you see his face?” Micah laughed with a dark hitch as Nikola and me set-up Rija’s bag in the closet, seeing she had a small black bag tucked snugly inside.

“What’s in the bag?” Raz and Arth cooed darkly, perking my brow curiously.

“I think he had a mini-heart attack.” I laughed lowly as I slipped into the bathroom, hearing the phone beep on the desk.

“Go for Nikola.” He laughed starkly as his face lit up with a large smirk.

Laughing at the perky tone he spoke with, relieving my bladder from the pot of coffee I had consumed as soon as my feet hit the floor this morning.

“Byron, we just got in.” Nikola smiled as he pointed to get ready.

Smirking at his excited hand motions washing my hands, swiping the dampness through my turbulent locks. Giving myself a playful wink and tilted smirk of my sexiness.

“Smug much?” Arth huffed a dark exhale, while Raz strutted in mock.

“Kiss my ass.” I laughed darkly, throwing them both a wink, rolling their eyes as they chilled in the shadows.

“Yeah, on our way.” Nikola hung-up smiling as we quickly exited the bedroom.

“They’re downstairs finishing up their fitting.” He laughed softly as we filed out the door, grabbing Seb as he blindly rounded the corner staring at his phone.

“Jesus Christ!” Seb exhaled as his eyes landed on us, laughing hysterically as we filed into the elevator.

“Floor Sir?” Micah mocked an elevator butler with his hand held to his chest like he had invisible suspenders on.

“How are you guys so calm?” Seb laughed with a shaky hitch as he leaned back against the wood paneled wall, dropping his head back with his eyes closed.

“Wedding Jitters.” Arth and Raz laughed darkly as the sweat beads slid down his forehead.

“Relax Man. It’s not the “Executioner” you’re marring. It’s Celia.” Nikola laughed softly as he patted Seb’s shoulder for support.

“Homicidal is a better phrase.” Micah coughed into his fist as Seb flashed a smirk.

The door dinged as we filed out laughing, hooking the right seeing the tailer shop down the hallway. The excited chimes of bells, and laughter wafted heavily from the bustling casino as Arth and Raz paced wildly in the shadows as Seb snapped his eyes around wildly.

“She’s here.” Seb spoke darkly as we stopped abruptly, scanning the casino and lobby, feeling the eerie sensation of leeching eyes.

Nikola and Micah closed flanks, silently scanning the crowds of tourists and regulars that drifted in groups like schools of fish in the ocean. Nikola tapped my shoulder, pointing forward as the “Queen Whore” appeared from the large crowd of tourists, flashing us a sly smirk.

“BOYS!” She shouted mockingly as Arth and Raz stirred angrily at her blatant display of friendliness.

“Why is she here?” Seb growled darkly as his body tensed, watching her white and black Armani suit sway gently with her calculated strides.

“I didn’t know this hotel had a “Dog Show”.” She mocked darkly as her bright green eyes narrowed into a spiteful glare.

We started laughing, gasping for breath as her eyes narrowed into tiny slits.

“I think you’re lost. The “Bunny Ranch” is the opposite direction.” Micah exhaled, grabbing Seb’s shoulder to calm him down.

Her face twisted into a sinister snarl as Seb’s fists clinched and relaxed as he fought Rin and Anvar from shredding this piece of shit apart here in the lobby. Three large men appeared from nowhere, circling behind “Madam” as she focused on the four of us.

“Delphine Star. How nice of you to join our party.” Byron spoke coldly as him and Kolt stepped to the outside of our flanks.

Her face contorted more as her name was spoken aloud, acting like it was a privilege to speak her name. Her cold green eyes snapped to Byron boasting a bright, sinister smirk.

“I came for a weekend getaway. No need to be hostile with me.” She spoke coldly as she placed a hand to her chest, pouting her red tinted lips in a sly smirk.

“Right.” I hissed darkly as her face softened, looking at me with a perked brow.

She stepped forward reaching her hand out to my face, grabbing it quickly before she managed to get anywhere near my face with that sickly, slender hand of hers.

“Tell your “Ladies” to enjoy.” She laughed with a sickening sweet tone as Arth and Raz stirred violently in the shadows, fighting me to surface.

Tossing her hand back as I stepped forward, towering over her petite frame registering “Fear” in her eyes as I leaned forward next to her ear.

“Don’t worry about our “LADIES”, worry about yourself.” I growled darkly next to her face as her eyes grew large for a second, snapping back to the calculated narrow slits as I stepped back.

“Enjoy your “Weekend”.” Nikola snarled darkly as we turned heading to the tailor shop.

“Ace and Aeros send their “Best Wishes”.” She laughed with a snarky hitch as we all froze mid-step, snapping our heads back to her waving mockingly as she slipped into the elevator.

“Fucking Bitch.” Micah snarled as he turned on his heel, holding him back from doing anything stupid in the “Public”.

“Not Here.” Kolt spoke firmly to Micah’s ear as his body shook in anger.

“Her time is coming.” We all supported Kolt’s hesitation as we looked around, seeing spectators watching our little “Meeting”.

Micah nodded his head firmly, turning swiftly as we filed into the tailor shop.

We were all on edge as we finished our fittings, sharing the occasional perked brow and silent gaze.

“The triplets invited us to the “Jewel” tonight as guests, instead of getting into trouble as they declared earlier.” Kolt laughed lightly as we made our way to the buffet hosted by the hotel.

“Wait! They’re here?” I asked shocked, but relieved knowing the “Dragons” were close by for support.

“Yeah. We met with them earlier to finalize a few things.” Byron spoke sternly as his gaze slid to us as Lea and Astoria sat happily at the reserved table with plates piled high with all kinds of goodies.

“The girls know “nothing” about our meeting.” Byron linked with a stern tone as we all nodded in agreement, smiling as the rest of the girls appeared with smiling faces.