The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

2. Two

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TWO

KAI

I t was too easy to slip into the VIP section of The Pink Monkey, a gentleman’s club owned by The Collectors. Archer had sent me to keep an eye on Abel Benson and Winston Grey after receiving a tip-off that they were having a business meeting.

The thumping music and eerie light show enveloped me as I walked through the crowd into the VIP section. I discreetly found a spot nearby where I could observe them without drawing attention. Their voices were hushed, making it difficult to catch everything they were saying. From what I could gather, though, it seemed like they were negotiating a partnership deal. From my vantage point, I could see Benson gesturing animatedly, his eyes narrowed in concentration. On the other hand, Grey was leaning back casually, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Fucking traitorous rat.

The Brotherhood would show no mercy. We would ravage him, slicing open his insides and spilling his entrails onto the pavement as he writhed in excruciating pain and begged for death.

However, he was the father to Mila, a girl Archer was fixated on—a girl who had become an obsession for him. At first, Theo and I thought it was just a passing phase, a meaningless fling with a pretty face. But as the days wore on, Mila was still in the picture, and Archer insisted she was the one . I was given strict orders to keep an eye on her father and anyone else associated with The Collectors while Archer laid some pipe with Mila.

But sitting here, quietly observing from the shadows, went against every fiber of my being. My blood burned with pent-up rage, threatening to consume me. I needed violence like a drug, always seeking out new ways to inflict pain and destruction. Killing a man in cold blood was nothing to me; it brought me pleasure.

Chaos coursed through my veins like wildfire, always demanding a release. If I couldn’t find an outlet, I’d get restless. I could shoot a man in the head without any hesitation, then go home and fulfill my carnal desires with another nameless woman. Afterward, I would toss her aside and sleep like a baby, just like always.

Satisfied and alone.

But now, to sit here and passively watch that lowlife get comfy and cozy with our enemy didn’t sit well with me. My body was humming with unreleased rage, and it took everything in my power to stay seated. I slammed back another shot of whiskey and signaled for the busty blonde to bring me more.

She smiled at me as she approached and licked her lips. “What do you need, sugar?” she purred, her voice full of sultry promises.

I didn’t respond; I just held up my glass as a silent signal for another round, my eyes glued to something more interesting. She raised an eyebrow, but her eyes flicked to the VIP stage, where I watched a dark-haired vixen in a barely there black bodysuit walk toward the VIP stage. I followed the brunette’s movements as she gracefully approached the pole. All eyes were on her, and something about her kept me glued to the woman. When the music started, she smoothly shifted from one pose to the next, as if she were part of the music herself. The flickering lights of the club seemed to dance with her, choosing her as their favorite of the night, caressing her body. A primal and raw energy radiated from her every move. Her fluidity and gracefulness forced my body to respond. When she spun around the pole, her eyes locked onto mine, and she didn’t look away. Instead, she held my gaze, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. Something visceral and deep moved inside me, and the atmosphere shifted. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt a pull so strong. Then I realized I never had.

I needed to know who she was.

She continued to dance, her moves becoming more provocative. The entire room was mesmerized by her, but her eyes never left mine. A rush of adrenaline surged through my veins as she descended from the stage, her body swaying gracefully. For a brief moment, I thought she might approach me, but instead, she walked toward the outstretched arms of Abel Benson. I shifted in my seat when I heard him introduce her to Winston Grey as his fucking daughter .

I couldn’t believe that something as beautiful as her could have come from that pathetic excuse for a man. I watched in disbelief as she maneuvered herself onto Grey’s lap, laughing slyly and wrapping her arms around his neck. My fingers curled into fists as I leaned back against the plush fabric of the chair, fighting the urge to rip his head off. I don’t know why she brought that urge out of me—this uncontrollable, primal urge to kill anyone who touched her, but there was no changing it. It had settled deep into my bones, boiling in my blood and threatening to explode out of me. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay still, even when every cell in my body burned with the need to obliterate every fucker that touched her. Hell, every fucker that smiled at her.

“How about I get you another drink, and you tell me all about yourself?” The blonde from earlier leaned in close, her voice low and seductive, and she pressed her huge tits in my face. Under other circumstances, I would have gladly accepted her offer and probably fucked her from behind until her legs gave out.

But not tonight.

With a disgusted look, I waved her off. “I’ll pass,” I snapped, feeling my anger simmer once more. “Just another round of whiskey will do, then fuck off.”

She stood up, her mouth open in shock. I doubt any man had ever turned down her advances, and she seemed speechless for a moment before composing herself. “Fuck you.”

"Hard pass,” I laughed and shook my head.

“Asshole.” She threw her hands up and stormed off, heading back into the crowd.

I didn’t have to be so harsh, but I needed her to leave me alone so I could focus on more important things. And right now, the more important thing was watching Grey paw all over my beauty—her neck, her thighs, her full tits. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and when I pulled it out, I saw a text from Maddie.

Fuck.

Maddie was my current flavor of the week—a blonde with an eager-to-please mouth that I loved to have wrapped around my cock. Maddie would be one of my choices for The Hunt, but I didn’t want to think about her right now, because no matter how hard I tried, all I could, or rather, all I wanted , to think about was Abel Benson’s daughter.

Hey baby, are you coming over tonight?

Busy right now. Sorry.

After you’re not busy then?

I started to type out a reply but then decided to delete it and lock my phone before sliding it back into my pocket. I couldn’t lose focus. I was here for a reason, and when I looked up, that reason was walking away toward another door with his wrinkled, liver-spotted hands around Benson’s daughter’s waist. So, like any rational man would do, I followed them.