The Devil’s Chaos (The Brotherhood #2)

19. Nineteen

19

NINETEEN

HAVEN

T he frat house was located on the outskirts of the campus near the housing section. It was one of those massive 1930s manors, with the original brick stairs leading up to a grand oak door adorned with intricate wood carvings. The interior was a chaotic mix of old and new—vintage chandeliers hanging from the ceiling next to neon beer signs, worn leather couches sitting opposite multiple sleek flat-screen TVs. The walls housed fraternity memorabilia and faded party posters from decades past.

Olivia held my hand tight as she dragged me inside, pulling me through groups of sweaty, half-naked girls; the smell of stale beer mixed with sweat and perfume assaulted my senses. The thumping bass reverberated through the walls and out into the quiet neighborhood. Naked girls were lying on tables as partygoers did body shots while others watched groups of girls making out near the kitchen. Seas of brightly colored masks and feathered boas floated around the room, adding to the debauchery unfolding before me.

Olivia led me through the chaos with a mischievous glint in her eye and a smirk playing on her lips. I couldn’t help but get swept up in her infectious energy. As we made our way past the pulsing lights and laughing faces, she seemed to know everyone in the house, flashing smiles and winks as we made our way toward the elegant kitchen, where liquor bottles and white drug baggies were lined up on the marble countertops.

Olivia stopped in front of me and turned, her eyes locking with mine. “Ready for an unforgettable night?” she yelled over the music, dumping a bunch of colorful pills into her hand.

“You know I don’t fuck with this shit.”

“This shit is just to help you let loose. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Live a little. Lord knows you deserve a break from that shitty life you were born into.”

I studied her face, contemplating her words. I wasn’t a good little girl. I was tired of always doing the right thing—tired of playing by the rules. After all, what did it get me? Nothing good. Olivia was right.

With a defiant glint in my eye, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out.

“That’s my girl. Let’s live like tonight is our last night.”

She placed two pills on my tongue, and I tipped my head back as she poured a shot into my mouth. I swallowed, feeling the burn cascade down my throat as the pills dissolved on my tongue. We integrated ourselves into a group of frat boys taking shots by the pool, and I found myself letting go, fully enjoying the environment around me.

The music seemed to grow louder, the lights brighter, and the air thicker. Olivia’s hand slipped into mine, and together, we wove through the sea of bodies writhing on the dance floor. The beat pulsed through me, synchronizing with my heart's erratic rhythm. I felt a rush of euphoria, a surge of adrenaline that ignited a fire within me. The room spun around us, blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors and laughter. Faces flashed by like shooting stars in the night sky. Hands brushed against me, lips grazed my skin, but it was all a whirlwind of sensations that I floated through with reckless abandon—time blurred as we moved together, carefree and wild. The world outside these walls didn’t matter. All that existed was this moment, this sense of liberation.

I felt free.

Amidst the chaotic party atmosphere, I found myself entangled with another girl on the dance floor. She was dressed as a devil, her curves accentuated by a tight red bodysuit, and her black hair pinned loosely on top of her head. The irony wasn’t lost on me—an angel and a devil, drawn together. We danced with each other, our hands running across our exposed flesh and connecting as the bass vibrated through our bodies. I felt a thrill as our bare skin brushed together, losing myself in the moment. Suddenly, the girl turned, and her eyes met mine for a split second. They were gray and soulful, like the depths of the ocean, before she looked toward the entrance. I followed her gaze but only saw a couple of guys in devil’s masks moving into the crowd. The bronze one broke away from his silver-masked companion and headed in the opposite direction to circle around the back of the crowd.

“I’m going to grab a drink,” she said quickly before disappearing into the crowd.

I shrugged nonchalantly, enjoying the tingling sensation running through my body. I reached behind me to wrap my arms loosely around the neck of the guy currently swaying his hips with mine.. His mask resembled a plague doctor's from the 1600s, and his chest was bare against my back. I could feel his arousal pressing into me, and it reminded me just how much I needed to be touched. The combination of alcohol, ecstasy, and sexual energy filled every inch of the room and left me craving rough physical contact. So when this stranger let his hands wander up my thighs, sliding beneath the thin fabric covering my core, I leaned back and savored his touch. A shiver ran down my spine as he teased me, fulfilling my desperate need for release from the flames ignited by Kai's departure.

As the stranger’s fingers worked their way deeper, I felt the familiar heat between my legs growing more intense. My heart raced, and sweat dripped down my back, but I didn’t care. I was in a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.

I opened my eyes, about to entice the plague guy by going into a room alone to finish what we’d started when I locked eyes with the man in the silver devil’s mask. He stood in the middle of the dancers, completely still as we stared at each other. I couldn’t look away from his eyes, which seemed to pierce right through me. I squeezed my eyes shut to escape his curious scrutiny.

The stranger behind me continued to explore, his fingers delving deeper between my thighs, eliciting a gasp from my lips. The hunger growing within me was now too powerful to resist. I opened my eyes again, hoping the silver devil would watch as I came undone, but he wasn’t there.

Was he a figment of my imagination, a hallucination from the drugs?

“Let’s find somewhere more private,” the plague guy whispered against my neck.

I nodded eagerly and took his hand, following him upstairs. As we passed by various rooms filled with people engaged in orgies, I felt a thrill of excitement course through me.

We entered a dimly lit bedroom, and he pushed me onto the sagging mattress. The curious mixture of excitement and trepidation building inside me all night began to crest as his lips found mine. His touch was rough, but it sent shivers down my spine. The room spun as I let my inhibitions go and succumbed to the intoxicating mixture of drugs and alcohol as his hands explored my body.

As his fingers traced the curves of my body, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to be consumed by the moment. The sounds of the party seemed to fade away, and all that existed was the warmth of his touch and the sweet release I was allowing myself to feel. But as our lips parted, I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the black eyes of the silver devil's mask. He was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, his legs spread open as he watched us.

I gasped and shoved the plague guy in the shoulder to get his attention. When he saw the figure in the corner, twirling a knife in his hands, he almost fell off the bed.

“What the fuck, man? This room is occupied. Unless you want to join, get the fuck out,” he snapped at the silver devil.

The silver devil pointed toward the door with his knife and back at the plague guy as a suggestion to leave the room.

“Okay, I’ll leave.”

“Wait, what,” I cried. “You can’t leave me alone with this guy!”

“I’m so sorry,” the plague guy yelled behind him as he stumbled out of the room.

I turned back to look at the silver devil and followed his movements in fear. He stood up, locked the door behind him, and slowly approached me, still twirling his knife.

“What do you want?” I inched backward on the bed, putting distance between him and me. While he walked around the side of the bed, I looked around to see if there was anything I could use as a weapon. There was a lamp on the nightstand, and I grabbed it, sliding off the bed and positioning myself between him and the door. “Stay the fuck away from me!” I warned, holding the lamp like a makeshift weapon.

“Or what?” he asked, his voice distorted by some device.

“Or I’ll bash your head in with this lamp.”

“Before my knife plunges into your flesh? You’d better hope you’re faster than you look.”

“I’ll scream.”

“I hope you do,” he chuckled darkly.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

“Why are you here?”

“What?”

“It’s a simple question.” He took a step closer.

“I don’t know. I guess to have a good time.”

“At a frat party?”

“It’s not just a frat party. It’s a fuck you to The Brotherhood.”

“Is that so? And what do you know about The Brotherhood?” he asked, curiosity in his tone.

“Nothing.”

“Wrong answer,” he scolded me, inching closer and brandishing his knife like I could forget he had one.

“Look, all I know is that they had some sick hunt where they chase after girls in the woods and then—” I stop, my skin flushing in embarrassment at how stupid I sound, especially now that fear has sobered me up.

“And then what?”

I stayed silent.

“I’m not going to ask again. What happens then?”

“The ones who are Chosen become their sex slaves.”

“Is that right?”

I nodded, my throat tightening with fear.

“So you came to this anti-Brotherhood party for what?” He took another step forward, and I flinched instinctively. “What did you think you’d find here?”

My mind raced, trying to find an answer that made sense. “I don’t know.”

“Sure you do,” he tested.

“I don’t know!” I repeated, feeling frustration coursing through my veins. “Maybe I wanted to escape, to let loose for once. To feel alive!”

He studied me for a moment, my chest heaving with each breath. Then, slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket and dangled it in front of my face. My eyes focused on the small black material. The realization that he was holding the underwear that Bruno tore off me had me stumbling back in shock, and he knew his little gesture affected me.

“H—how did you get those?”

“Did you feel alive when you fucked whoever ripped these off of you?” he asked, like the very thought was abhorrent to him.

“ Kai ?” I questioned.

“Answer the question,” he sneered, raising his knife and pressing it against my throat. “Is his come still dripping down your legs?”

“Fuck you,” I spat with hatred in my eyes.

“Tell me, little lamb. How soon after I had my face between these legs of yours did you invite someone else over? I mean, three different guys in one day, that’s quite impressive.”

“How ironic coming from you, you fucking asshole.”

“Yeah?”

“You wouldn’t recognize the truth if it smacked you in the face.”

“But I do know the truth,” he scoffed.

“You don’t know shit.”

“Then, humor me. I’ve got all night.”

A tidal wave of emotions overwhelmed me, crashing into my mind all at once. Pain, sadness, frustration, and anger swirled inside me, clamoring for attention. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I let it all out as I poured my pain out to him.

“You are such a goddamn hypocrite, flaunting yourself around, fucking everything that walks as long as she has blonde hair, right? But if I do the same, you corner me in a room with a knife like a fucking psychopath. You want to know the truth? Here it is. After you left, my brother came to see me. You know, the same brother who showed up at the quarry and killed those people. The same brother I betrayed by revealing his plans to his enemies. Oh, and not only did I betray him, I also tried to stop him from reaching Mila. I begged him not to go through with his plan because everything he touches dies. Everything. So when he finally showed up, I expected my punishment to come from him, but he had different plans. Remember the big guy I stabbed and you knocked out? It turns out he survived and happens to be just one of two of my brother’s personal bodyguards. His name is Bruno, in case you’re keeping track. Do you want to know why you found my underwear on the ground? Because Bruno ripped them off before he left.”

“Before he left?” he repeated.

“Yes,” I nodded frantically, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Someone attacked my brother’s warehouse, so they left before he could finish.”

I grabbed onto his wrist tightly, pressing the blade of the knife farther into my neck. “Do it,” I hissed. “Put me out of my misery. That’s what you came here for, right? To kill the daughter of Abel Benson, Alexander Benson’s sister, and the biggest threat to The Brotherhood? So, do it. Push that knife into my throat. End the threat to Archer’s ascension once and for all.”

“Haven,” he breathed, keeping a solid grip on the hilt of his knife.

“Isn’t this what you had planned since the night you infiltrated my father’s club?” I continued, using my free hand to lift his mask, revealing that beautiful face and those fucking blue eyes. “Isn’t this exactly what you intended? Get close to your enemy’s daughter, see what information she can give you, and then leave her dead on her father’s doorstep?”

“No,” he answered softly.

“No?” I scoffed. “Why are you acting so honorable now?”

“There’s not a single honorable bone in my body, little lamb,” he admitted with a pained expression.

“Oh, I’m well aware,” I sneered. “I, along with the rest of the party, got quite the eyeful of you and that big-boobed blonde at the quarry.”

He closed his eyes, and a brief shadow of disgust crossed his face. “I’m not honorable,” he admitted. “I’ve been with countless women, hundreds probably, and you’re right, I fucked that blonde at the party. But do you want to know who I was thinking about the entire time I was inside her? Do you want to know whose face I saw? I was thinking about being inside of you. It’s always you, Haven. It was your face I saw. That’s why I followed you into the forest that night in the first place. All I saw while I fucked her was you and those fucking green eyes. All I could think about after we left the quarry was how I needed to get to you. I haven’t touched her again since that night. That’s why, after The Hunt, I went to your apartment to be with you, not some blonde whore who means fuck-all to me. And then I find you here, dressed like a fucking goddess about to fuck some goddamn frat boy, and even still, all I can think about is how I want you , Haven.” He stepped away from me, running his hand through his hair.

I studied him, my mind reeling. “How could you want me?” I finally asked because my mind couldn’t respond coherently to his admission.

His gaze lingered on me for seconds too long before he finally replied, “How could I want anyone else when you exist?”

My heart raced, and my cheeks flushed. No one had ever said anything like that to me, and I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was that I needed him. I needed his touch. I needed him to finish what he started, or I might combust.

“Then show me,” I breathed as I stepped closer to him. His eyes met mine, and he lunged toward me, his lips slamming into mine. He held me tightly, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer and consuming me. Our mouths moved with urgency, desperate and hungry, as if he needed me just as much as I needed him. His hands roamed down my body as his lips trailed kisses along my jawline and neck. He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my core throbbing with need. He held me with one hand as he sheathed his knife and pulled his mask back down over his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, pulling back from him and standing back on my feet.

“As much as I want to bury myself inside of you right now, I am not fucking that sweet pussy of yours for the first time on some frat boy’s cum-stained mattress.”

He intertwined his fingers with mine and led me out of the bedroom. The crowd parted for him like he was a king leading his queen. We stepped outside into the chilly night air and walked toward a sleek black motorcycle parked on the sidewalk. He let go of my hand for long enough to grab a helmet and offer it to me. I hesitated, not accepting it because I had never been on the back of a motorcycle before.

He turned to face me, his eyes intense. “You’ve never ridden before?” he asked.

I shook my head, slightly nervous.

Lifting his mask, a smirk played on his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow.” He extended his hand, and I accepted, allowing him to help me onto the back of the bike. He turned on the engine, and the bike roared to life beneath me. The thin material of my bodysuit did nothing to protect me from the vibrations between my legs or the warmth of his body as he mounted the bike in front of me. I wrapped my arms around him, but he immediately grabbed them and pulled me even closer.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

I nodded, resting my head on his back

As I sat there, holding onto him with every ounce of strength I had, I couldn’t help but let my mind wander to what was resting right below my hands. I inched them down slowly and felt the bulge quickly growing in Kai’s pants.

“I need you,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible over the roar of the motorcycle.

His response was a low rumble in his chest before reaching back and finding the apex of my thighs and rubbing harshly through the fabric or my outfit.. Before I could catch my breath, the bike lurched forward, cutting through the darkness of the night like a blade, the wind whipping around us as we disappeared from sight. As we sped along the winding road, I clung to him tightly, feeling the engine throbbing beneath me, the rush of air brushing against my skin, and the warmth of his body against mine.