She shrugged, shifted, planting both elbows into the big one’s flat stomach.

He grunted, then grinned, lying against Benito’s pillows, his head up on the headboard, shoulders on his euros, hands crossed behind his skull like he lazed on Benito’s two-thousand-dollar comforter every day.

She put her chin in both her fists as the dark one covered her back, resting his chest there, his bearded chin in her neck, his eyes on Benito, but his hand curled fully around the big one’s thigh, close to his groin.

“Well then, you leave me no choice but to give Mamá Nana this tape,” the woman declared.

Good fuck.

“Now don’t go getting any big thoughts you can start yanking any chains,” she advised. “Our next stop is Chaos. We’ll be giving them the bones.”

Oh God.

The bones?

Benito’s midsection jerked.

Her eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t think we’d show without being thorough?”

“Bro,” the dark one rumbled low, and he shook his head at Benito like he thought Benito was simple.

“Now, just to say,” the brunette carried on, “that ten mil, that’s for Mistress Fury.”

Something moved over her face that made Benito’s balls draw up, a curious sensation he’d never felt outside sex.

But this sensation was not sexual in the slightest.

“She’s not feeling the love, Benito,” she whispered. “Delgado had her looked over, you know, by professionals. Pictures taken. And there were three other Doms at work in that building that day, two of them saw you enter, one saw you leave. Rape carries a sadly short sentence, but I don’t think it’d be enjoyable for you once Mamá Nana shares this tape with the underground video library in the big house. It’s one thing to get it when you want it. You can ask Mistress Fury, it’s an entirely different thing to have it taken from you. Are you understanding me?”

He said nothing, just stared into her eyes.

“Oh, I forgot to cover something,” she stated, assuming a false contrite expression. “You’re probably worried about your men at the door. You should know, we’re very fair. They didn’t rape anybody. So, while you were being played with, we had a chitchat, as well as shared some live entertainment.” She tipped her head on her fists. “Is the phrase ‘rats leave a sinking ship’ familiar to you?”

He felt his mouth get tight.

Not surprisingly, she needed no response.

“Now,” she said brightly, “just in case we haven’t fully communicated your situation to you, we have another friend. He’s delightful,” she breathed. “Oh so much fun. If your devious little mind is thinking payback, or how you can get yourself out of this mess you created, really, in all fairness, I feel I must advise you to let that go. We’ll leave you intact, at least physically. We unleash him, you won’t just be walking with a limp. The last man he went after for hurting a Domme bit off his own tongue during the festivities. Let’s make that not happen to you. Are you with me?”

“I’m with you,” he said between his teeth.

“Good,” she agreed cheerfully, shifting, and the men shifted with her.

They got off the bed and moved to the door but stopped, and all three turned back.

“You can keep that one,” she said, tipping her head to the television. “We have the master. And just to say, added insurance you can carry out orders when a cock is not fucking you up the ass, before your meeting with Allen and Sebring tomorrow, they’ll be getting a copy too. Everyone you’ve been spending years not making very happy will have you by the balls.”

He thought of Kane Allen viewing that tape, hearing that tape, sharing it with the brothers of Chaos and even the feeling of his cold changed.

It didn’t feel empowering.

It just felt chilly.

The brunette regained his attention by speaking.

“Pussy really causes problems, don’t we?” She smiled. “But I guess dick does too. We’ll be in touch. Ciao.”

Then with additional grins from the men who tossed their arms around her shoulders, attached, they walked out.

Benito stared at the door.

Then he looked to the TV just in time to watch himself climax.

Ten million dollars would nearly wipe him out.

He had investments. Real estate. But he’d had to sell a number of them in order to finance his comeback, and having to give up his production facilities would be a massive blow, not only to future income that he was counting on, but to his current assets.

Liquid, once he paid that money, he’d be nearly penniless.

Strike that.

It was ten million, fifteen thousand dollars.

Yes.

Nearly penniless.

He watched himself get fucked at both ends with a spent condom on his shrinking cock.

And it was then, Benito Valenzuela learned how to feel humility.

Legacy

Rush

Five fifty, Sunday evening . . .

“You got her?” Rush asked into his phone, walking into the Chaos Compound.

“Yeah, we’re hangin’ at Essence’s for a while,” Diesel told him. “But I think we’re gonna be movin’ it to Rebel’s. Feelin’ my sis needs some home time. One of us will text you if we’re over there before you get here.”

“Right. Thanks,” Rush muttered.

“Just to say, we got a room at the Halcyon tonight. You guys need some alone time. And after today, we could use some space to let loose.”

Rush stopped by the bar because that was big shit.

They trusted him with Rebel.

“You know I don’t mind,” he reminded Diesel.

“I know, bro,” Diesel replied. “But we’re crampin’ your style, her style, and doin’ it’s cramping our style.”

If they’d been holding back, he didn’t want to know.

“The night. We’ll hook up again tomorrow to take the day shift. Yeah?” Diesel went on.

“Yeah. Thanks, Diesel.”

“You gonna be long?” he asked. “Rebel’s asking. She wants to know if we should go out, buy shit so she can make you dinner.”

Rush thought of the phone call he got from his dad, asking him to meet him at the Compound. So he was at the Compound, but he didn’t know what this was about.

“I don’t know. I’ll text when this is done,” he told him.

“Cool, later, man,” Diesel said.

“Later. And when I get there, don’t plan to leave right away. I’d like to hear what you two got up to with Sixx.”

There was deep humor in his, “You totally wanna hear it. Figure it’ll make your year.”

He could use his year made.

Then again, meeting Rebel, even with all this shit swirling, it felt like that already happened.

“Great. Later, Diesel.”

“D.”

“What?” Rush asked.

“Good friends, family call me D, brother,” Diesel said low.

He had no idea how he earned that.

Then again, he didn’t hide he was into their sister, wanted her safe, and was totally down with who and how they were.

So maybe he did know.

“Right, D. Later.”

“Later, bro.”

They hung up and Rush moved to the door that would lead him to the meeting room.

When he hit that room, he saw his father at the end of the table in his usual seat with a laptop open, a bunch of papers spread out, an opened bottle of beer and a spent one in front of him, head down.

Shit happening, business still needed to be seen to. Five stores, five garages and the custom shop, books had to get done, bills had to be paid, checks had to be cut. Tyra was a big help, but when it came down to the final business, the eyes on it had to be directly Chaos.

His dad.

Tack looked up at him, putting a pen down. “Yo, Rush, wanna grab a beer before we talk?”

Rush shook his head, moving to the chair next to him, Hop’s normal place.

“Not to be a dick, wanna get this done. Got some extra shuteye this morning, but Diesel and Maddox are hittin’ a hotel tonight. Means I can have some quiet time with Rebel. We haven’t had any of that, and I want some of it.”