Master nodded. “There is something else I need.”
Maximus crossed his arms. “Yeah, and what’s that?”
“A large SUV that will seat eight and for you to get rid of those two cars,” Master said.
Maximus opened his mouth, but Master continued.
“Not for free—you can take one for yourself. I only need four of them.”
Maximus smiled. “Done.” He snapped his fingers, and Rigg opened a door, walking into the warehouse room, his red curls plastered to his head.
“Yes, Daddy Max?”
“Go get an SUV for Mr. Bl—”
“I’ll be going by Mr. Whyte from now on. Anything referring to me, that’s the name you will need to use.”
Maximus nodded. “Understood. Rigg, go get the car for Mr. Whyte here,” Maximus said.
Rigg glanced between them, but once his eyes landed on the men on the floor, he turned and left the room once again. When Rigg returned, he had a large black SUV and handed Maximus the key, who tried to pass it over to Master, but Smooth stepped forward and took it instead. He wanted Maximus to keep his distance; anything he and Master had in the past was over.
Smooth wasn’t about to drive—he much preferred sitting in the back—so slipping the keys into Dox’s hands was only the right thing to do. They got into the car, and Smooth knew he wasn’t the only one with the thought, so he acted fast, grabbing Master up and placing him firmly on his lap, taking his mouth in a kiss before he could object.
Growls filled the car, but Smooth didn’t let Master go until his lungs ached for air.
“What is—” Master didn’t get to ask his question as Blade took his mouth in a kiss next. They were all craving to touch, to have their Master under them. Master was pulled reluctantly from Smooth’s lap and went to Joker’s and then Gunner’s. Master made his way from the back row to the front where Dox had Master pressed against the loud horn, laying claim to his mouth.
By the time Master made it back to the middle row between Blade and Smooth, his lips were slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed, and he was still gasping for breath.
“Wha… What was that all about?”
“When we get back to the cottage, we are each going to take our time reminding you we are all you need,” Smooth said.
Master’s eyes went wide, and he licked his lips, drawing Smooth’s eyes to them once more. It was a long drive back, and Smooth was tempted many times to cave to his desire. Their Master owned them in every way, and they planned on making sure he got the same feeling.
Chapter Fifteen
Snoe
Spring was around the corner, and still, Snoe wasn’t nearly ready. His plans took time and measured calculations he wasn’t used to. The only issue was getting a meeting with one of the most influential witches outside of the Blake coven. They didn’t want to meet anyone who wasn’t reputable, and Snoe couldn’t possibly use the Blake name, not unless he wanted to be discovered. Using the name Whyte made him an unknown, which resulted in the long wait for a meeting to be set up.
He’d expected it, but it still grated on his nerves. The longer he took, the more time his stepmother had to sink her claws into her position. Snoe made sure to keep his low profile, once again back at the cottage with his demon wolves. It was an enjoyable life except for having to kidnap unsuspecting humans and sacrifice them to Ezyrah. It was easier to give random humans up than Snoe would have ever thought. He’d become numb to their pleading and crying. He had no choice; Snoe wanted revenge like it was his next breath. Guilt was an emotion Snoe thought he couldn’t feel anymore. What did that say about him? Was he becoming more of a monster? Was it worth it? Yes.
The town was catching on that people were missing. As much as Snoe believed humans were weak and below him, it didn’t mean they couldn’t be trouble. Humans were useful, and as much as witches treated them lesser than the dirt, they still needed them. A town making a big issue out of a few missing humans was no big deal, but if someone checked the record and realized that no witch could have taken humans from said town, well, then it might send people Snoe’s way, snooping too close to home, and Snoe wasn’t in the position to let people know he was alive and well just yet. Not till he secured a few things. Witches respected two things: power and money. Snoe had neither for now. But that was going to change.
Snoe picked up the burner phone he was forced to use. It was cheap, and the cell signal in the cottage was shit. He couldn’t wait to get out of there, but a small part of him loved the cottage even if it was missing the basic needs, like a bed, a shower, and functioning electricity. Thank goodness he had seven men; with their insane body heat, he’d survived some harsher moments of winter.
His phone dinged, letting him know he got a text. He opened it, and the only thing listed was a time and location. They were going to need to drive to one of the major cities; it was at least a nine-hour drive. The last long drive they did, which was only four hours, resulted in a bunch of whining from his men, mostly about how cramped they were in the car. When Snoe suggested one of them get in the other car to stretch their legs in the back, it was met with a bunch of refusals.
It was odd; Snoe looked over at his men, and there was a strange fluttering in his chest. Being surrounded by them and having them at his beck and call was a support Snoe had never had. He shook his head. He couldn’t sit there and let his mind wonder about whatever was happening. They belonged to him, and he was their master, end of story.
The trip to New Spark was torturous, to say the least. Snoe pulled out the hideaway charm and placed it on the mask he’d acquired. He pushed his magic through his fingertips and into the charm. It fizzled like a sparkler before disappearing. Snoe stretched his fingers a few times until they cramped from the use of magic. He hadn’t used so much magic in his life as he had in the past three months.
Snoe slipped the mask on and made his way into the luxury hotel where the meeting would be held. He didn’t have the funds to get each of his men a suit, but he’d made sure they still looked the part of bodyguards. It was about appearances; as long as they looked the part, then they could fool the others.
Snoe made his way to the front counter. A woman met his eyes. She glanced briefly at the men surrounding Snoe before placing a fake smile on her face.
“May I help you?”
“I have an appointment under Mr. Whyte,” Snoe said.
The woman’s hands danced over the keyboard, magic sparking in the air for a fleeting second.
“Third elevator, top floor. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Whyte,” the woman said.
Snoe followed the directions and found the third elevator. He ground his back teeth when he noticed the keypad on the wall. It was going to need his magic. Dox must have noticed how uncomfortable Snoe felt because he was next to Snoe in seconds, his presence a steady support.
Snoe took in a deep breath as he pulled his magic forward and placed his hand on the elevator pad. The door closed, and it moved up. Beads of sweat formed on the middle of Snoe’s back, and his hand trembled. The elevator finally came to a stop, and Snoe let his hand drop. Dox’s hand landed at the base of his back. Snoe let out a sigh as he caved a little and leaned into the touch.