Heartless Mercy (The Sinful Alliance #1)

How Villains Are Made by Madalen Duke

I scan the card my father acquired for my entry into Purple Haze, the most illustrious sex club in Texas. The body scanner and facial recognition camera take a full scan of me and Willow. The light then turns green as the black hidden door opens. I escort Willow, my best friend of fifteen years and occasional hookup, inside the sex club. We walk towards the front desk, stopping in our tracks and eyeing the beautiful, sleek, and minimal décor of the gray cushioned seating alongside the foyer. We turn and notice the walls are painted with a splatter of black and deep purple, paying homage to the club’s namesake. The haunting and dark aesthetic matches the modern architecture, from the open and well-defined floor plan to the simplicity of the onyx-tinted tempered glass windows, encasing the interior.

“Wow, this place looks so sleek and expensive. I can see why it’s so popular,” Willow verbalizes with amazement. I agree; it looks rich, but it also looks enchanting in how it intrigues me. The deep want to explore every sacred corner of this place. From the corner of my eyes, I see the newly elected state senator with a charmer sitting on his lap, making out on the cushioned booth while his wife sucks the charmer’s dick. Near them is a young technology billionaire who just sold his second company, which deals with technology that can cure cancer for two billion dollars. He was named Forbes 30 under 30 last spring. He also just so happens to be one of my ex-boyfriends. When I notice him choking a charmer as he tugs their cock forcefully, I quickly turn around and reply to Willow.

“It sure does. C’mon, the quicker we check in at the front desk, the faster we can explore,” I say swiftly. I take Willow’s hand and lead us towards the beautiful, black-haired and blue-eyed receptionist. Willow lifts her light blue, LED Halloween Purge mask and places it above her head. I follow Willow’s lead and remove my red LED mask, holding onto it with my left hand as I look at the woman in front of me. The receptionist is smiling from ear to ear, and when I turn to look at Willow, she’s smiling the same way. Oh shit , these two have totally fucked before.

“Hi, Amara. How are you doing this evening, baby?” Willow says flirtatiously.

“Well, hello there, my beautiful Willow,” she replies.

“We’re new patrons. Here’s our referral card; what else do we have to do?” Willow states excitedly.

“Oh, you’re Governor Frank Evans’s son. He’s a wild one; I hope you won’t give us any trouble,” Amara chastises.

“One, ew . I did not want to hear that my dad is a wild one , and two, absolutely not. Willow can vouch for me; I’m about as tame as they come. I promise,” I pout, trying to use my Southern charm while shooting her a wink.

“Okay, you flirt; I believe you. So, first, we can give you this smartwatch that tracks your vitals and allows you to gain access to authorized areas. Unless, if you already have this brand of smartwatch, we can attach this tracker to the watch, reboot it, and it will immediately help you gain access.”

“I don’t have a watch, but he does, so it looks like I’ll need one,” Willow exclaims.

As Amara puts the smartwatch on Willow’s delicate right hand, turning the watch on, she goes over the rules on what we can and cannot do. When she’s done with Willow, she turns to me with the chip. I extend my left hand, and she attaches the chip to my watch. She gestures for me to reboot it and I follow instructions, doing as I’m told. It lights up with code work before the signature logo for Purple Haze shows up, taking control of my watch.

“Whoa, it won’t delete any information here, right?”

“No, it will stay on, working in the background. However, it will not be deleted. The chip must stay on your watch as long as you want to gain entry into the club,” she reassures. I nod and look at Willow as she returns to my side, looping her arm through mine.

“Have a wild night, you two, and may your fantasies be fulfilled,” Amara teases.

We both smile, push past the black tempered glass doors, and see hallways to the right of the club space and an open area filled with purple and black seating. Charmers move up and down the room, filling the needs of patrons and topping off drinks. Music is blasting as Willow and I look at each other, grinning as we hear Lo Que Pasó, Pasó by Daddy Yankee playing. I might not be of Hispanic descent, but hanging around with Willow and our other friends, this song was our anthem when we would get ready to go partying at the club. I nudge her shoulder and point to the right, indicating that we should start walking the halls to get this night started. She nods and starts walking, but not before she shakes her ass in a circle to the beat of the song. I laugh and grab her arm, tugging her along towards the right of the club.

Walking through the hallways, I see a charmer crawling as her master guides her forward with a leash attached to a collar. I turn towards Willow with wide eyes as she does the same. I can’t say that’s something I see every day, but hey, that looks pretty hot and I wouldn’t mind trying that. We continue walking and see the sign that reads Cum All . We push the door open and see that it’s an exhibition room.

“Jesus Christ, I thought I’d seen it all. I mean, I wouldn’t even know where to join in,” I whisper to Willow. About twenty people—men, women, and they’s—are engaging in a full-blown orgy on the other side of the black, tempered glass window.

“I think I know where I would be. Look at those two right there,” Willow says, pointing to two women. The one with tattoos covering her body is strapping on a harness with a girthy dildo and lathering up lube all over it. The other woman is lying on her back, naked against the bed, with her legs open giving a hungry gaze to her partner. The tattooed woman begins sliding the dildo along the other woman’s slit; I can see it glistening from here. She throws her head back, squirming from the anticipation of what’s to come.

“I can’t say I blame you. That does look so fucking hot, but I think I know where I would start,” I reply. I point towards this sexy older man with black hair and a hint of white mixed in. He has a hold on a submissive man’s face as he pushes his face towards his hips, causing him to gag on his cock. It is so fucking hot how the submissive man looks at this sexy man with such devotion, like he will do anything to please him. I wish I were more like that, but my ex-boyfriends always wanted me to be in charge. The one time I begged my ex to go there, he didn’t give me what I really wanted. I begin to shift my weight from one foot to the other, the sight in front of me has my cock straining my pants. Willow grips my arm and the look in her green eyes tells me she’s just as heated as I am.

“Let’s get out of here. How about we find a room for ourselves?” I tease.

“Oh, hell yeah, sexy. I’m so fucking horny,” she says, pulling me towards the exit and pausing to give me a chaste kiss. Walking out the door, we see a room a couple of doors down that reads Two Sexy . Giggling, Willow dashes down the hall as I catch up to her. The eeriness of the quiet hallway is interrupted by a loud choking noise and grunting. I look at the door near me reading Sex, Chains, and Whips , and it’s cracked open just enough for someone to take a peek.

“What are you doing? What if we’re not allowed in there, S?” Willow pleads. She approaches me and grabs my arm, tugging lightly for me to follow her to the other room.

“Listen closely, Low. It sounds like someone is in trouble. What if they need help?”

“Fine, but if they are having sex and don’t need our help, we are leaving,” she says. I nod, and as we both push the door just a tad, we gasp loudly.

“What the fuck! Dad!” I yell. I see my dad fucking a male charmer from behind, who’s naked except for the bondage head hood harness mask and the ball gag in his mouth. Jesus, fuck! My father —the very “straight”, governor of Texas, Mr. anti- LGBTQ+, married to my mother for thirty years—is in front of me, fucking a man. I look at the limp man and see that his body is turning blue. My father continues his assault on the charmer and I quickly run into the room, pushing him off the limp man before me. Willow comes up behind us and takes off the mask and ball gag.

“Set him on the floor. I need to do CPR,” she says, helping me as I carefully lay the man on the floor. I look at my father, who’s naked and stunned to see me. Willow starts doing CPR, but I can’t even focus on this poor charmer in front of me. All I can think about is how I just caught my father fucking a man. Willow stops her compressions as she checks for a pulse. She looks up at me and shakes her head.

“What the fuck , Dad? You just killed this innocent man. What the fuck were you thinking?” I yell as I walk up to him and push him to the ground. I am filled with uncontrollable rage at how fucking hypocritical the man who forced me to stay in the closet in public was just caught fucking a man, murdering him in the process. I squat down and cock my fist, punching him straight in the nose. I do it again, and again, and again. I’m about to hit him again when someone strong grabs my arm. Turning around with anger, I quickly mask my rage when I see none other than the newly appointed Mexican mafia cartel leader, Dario Ramos.

“We got him, Sonny. Go join Willow,” he says. His voice is filled with power and danger. I nod and get up to walk towards Willow. Niccolo De Luca approaches us with a sympathetic smile. Willow grabs my arm and lays her hand on my shoulder, rubbing her hand up and down my arm to comfort me. I turn my head and stare at her in confusion about how Dario knows our names when we’ve never interacted with him.

“We get an alert on everybody who enters the club. Those details also come with who referred you,” Dario says. I look around the room and notice I had an audience as I was punching my father. Catalina Delgado, Isabella Romano, and their close bodyguards are tending to the dead charmer while Dario grabs my father by the neck and tosses him to the bed.

“Get dressed, Frank. No one wants to see your puny dick. Especially your son and his girlfriend.”

“His girlfriend? I wish she were, but my son is a fa—” Dario rushes to him and punches him in the face.

“Considering what you were just doing, I would think twice about using that word.” My father gasps for air and Dario releases his hold on him. Quickly grabbing his clothes, my father gets dressed and sits on the bed.

“Well, Frank. You knew the rules. We gave you one more chance, and if you broke another rule, you knew what would happen. But you did it anyway. You left me with no choice, but I’ll take good pleasure in ending you,” Dario commands.

“My boy won’t let that happen. He’s too much of a pussy to let anything happen to me,” my father mocks.

“Oh, you have no idea what I’m capable of, Dad. You wait and see, asshole,” I say with a playful smirk.