How Bad is It?

Randi:

Yawning softly, catching Bailey slipping past the divider wall as the door clicked closed softly. Looking over my shoulder at E and the guys still sleeping soundly, slowly sliding from the bed, halting briefly in a backward tigress pose as Elias and Roger rolled away from E’s peaceful pose.

She’s so extraordinary, more than anyone could have ever guessed.

Smiling softly, tiptoeing across the black marbled flooring, yelping at the sudden vibration tickling my balls as the guys grunted and moaned from the bed, hightailing my ass out of the room. Digging the mobile vibrator from my pocket, smiling at my Sexy Rex’s smiling face, pressing accept.

“Hey, Sexy. Where did you disappear too?” Rushing across the hall to my room, palming my aching groin as my bladder sang angrily with each stride.

“Hey Handsome, I just landed in Cairo.” Feeling my smile faltering, yanking my dick out harder than intended, cussing under my breath as it struggled back against the stream of piss that ripped from my bladder.

“Why the fuck are you Egypt?” Growling out annoyed, pressing the speaker button setting the phone down on the counter, wrangling the throbbing mass back into my pants with a smooth hand.

“hagal akhth chech ola al-hatef. (Really, taking a piss on the phone.)” Groaning at his sexy Arabic tone as he scoffed out in laughter, knowing I should be more upset with him being gone.

“hill trade an tahtafz beh minn agleis? (Want to hold it for me?)” Laughing brightly back at his hissing grunt, picturing him licking his lips as the words rolled from my tongue. Ten years semi-together made me very fluent in his native language.

“Randi, listen to me Handsome. There’s something I need to look into, which means I have to speak with my father and gain access to our family archives.” Hissing at the thought he was meeting face-to-face with that prick without me there as support. Quickly washing my hands, grabbing the phone suspecting Desmond should be in his office.

“Rexy, you know how I feel about your father and his condescending attitude towards you and our relationship. But…I understand. You seemed a little surprised and anxious with our discussion the other day.” Hearing the rustling of the wind against the speaker as a male voice spoke in Arabic muffled in the background.

Stepping out into the hallway, hooking a sharp right down the main hall noticing Desmond walking with Elicia towards the solarium. Her bright smile radiated warmth and curiosity, sharing a small laugh between them in light conversation.

“atlab maqabla waldi. (I request an audience with my father)” His sexy voice replied to the guard as the rustling winds quieted down, hearing the soft Moroccan music echoing through the background.

Stopping outside of Desmond’s office, staring at the destruction that blanketed the rich black marble flooring as his spare office phone beeped from the sitting area, while the other one laid in shattered pieces under the desk. Noticing his cellphone lighting up as it vibrated across the floor. Quickly grabbing the cell, seeing it was Damian calling.

“Randi, I’ll call you back in a little. The Prick is awaiting my presence.” Laughing at his curt scoff, blowing him kisses.

“Call me right away. Love you Rex.” Shocking myself as the words rolled from my lips.

“ahbak akther minn qumar walngom. (Love you more than the moon and stars.)” Seeing those stars twinkling behind my eyelids as the phone beep off. Slowly sliding the phone from my ear, pressing it tightly to my chest.

Smiling brightly as the phones began their rhythmic beeping-vibration duet, pressing accept on the cracked screen.

“Damian, Randi speaking.” Hearing his growling exhale, walking over to the beeping monstrosity as Damian exhaled a slow breath through the speaker.

“Randi, where’s Desmond?” Hearing the urgent pitch to his tone.

“He’s chatting with E in the solarium, what’s up?” Narrowing my squinted gaze at the beeping annoyance as ‘Amelia Whitetail’ flashed across the Caller-ID, lifting the receiver, pressing line one.

“Hi, gorgeous lady. How can I be of service to you?” Chuckling at Damian’s growling exhale as Amelia rushed out a breath before speaking.

“You seriously took another call. Fucking Christ!” Damian growled out, transferring his call over to line two, disconnecting the shattered piece of plastic and glass as his growling breath rushed through the speaker with Amelia cursing up a storm.

“Okay, Go for Randi.” Pulling out my phone as it vibrated with notifications, sliding open the screen as a news clip flashed across the screen.

“Where’s Desmond?” Amelia rushed out between Damian’s panting exhales.

“In the solarium with E… chatting.” Damian replied quickly, smiling at his assertive tone to the Fiery Doctor, receiving a curt growl from her in response.

“Don’t ‘bark’ at me. This is serious shit Damian. I just got the video a few minutes ago. I’ve been eyeball deep in fucking bloodline archives.” Perking up at the mentioning of her investigation, well-aware of her extensive research into E’s family bloodlines.

“What did you find out?” Deleting spam until a news feed caught my eye, swiping up on the notification as the screen filled with the swirling embers of fiery reds and oranges. Reading the scrolling caption along the bottom of the screen as my heart sank with each word. Jumping to my feet in a cursing hiss, hearing Amelia and Damian bickering back-and-forth over the speaker.

“Did they identify the ‘body’?” Cutting them off quickly, hearing Damian mumble under his breath ‘about fucking time’ or something, rubbing my hand through my messy locks.

“It’s Peyton DeLois. One of the firefighters recognized his tattoo on his ribcage. Bailey’s still missing.” Damian slammed his hands down on something solid as my eyes snapped to the speaker.

“What do you mean ‘she’s still missing’? I just saw her like twenty minutes ago sneaking out of E’s room.” Looking over my shoulder as the guys walked past the doorway, whistling, laughing at the destruction inside the office as they headed down the hallway towards the solarium.

“No, Randi. That was LC you saw. Her and Bailey pulled a fucking ‘Freaky Friday’ because Bailey noticed Peyton lurking around the club a month ago. She placed a tracking spell on his dumbass, but when she found out Derek was released from his Chief’s position she knew Peyton would go after her mom. Randi, they were mates. That’s why she swapped with her mom, so she could reject him.” Dropping back into the black leather chair, rubbing my hands over my face in shock, followed closely by a rumbling hiss of anger.

“Are you fucking serious right now! Why would she be so careless?” Exhaling out in a weird growling hiss, hearing them both confirm my verbal thoughts.

Bailey was a wild girl. She knew how to handle herself but dealing with one of the DeLois brothers was like playing Russian Roulette.

“We just know what Desmond corresponded from LC earlier. Randi, how is Elicia?” Amelia asked in a concerned tone, feeling a strange rush of static energy circling through the castle. Leaning forward, dropping my head down running my hands through my locks trying to calm the shuttering wave of emotions ripping through my body.

“She seemed fine earlier talking to Desmond. She dropped some bombshells earlier after she woke-up, but she’s calm for the most part.” Looking over my shoulder as the static energy exploded into a rushing tsunami of electricity and heat, jumping over the chair as the guys screamed out in panic.

“Randi!” My name shouted through the speaker in a crackling static, catching Desmond as he appeared quickly outside his office door. Blinded by the wall of flames that rolled and licked out from the once peaceful solarium.

“BOYS! ELICIA!” He shouted out in panic, shielding our faces from the rushing wave of heat as it festered and charred our exposed flesh.

Pulling him into the office as the flames whirled past the open doorway, kicking the door closed as the licking flames rolled over the threshold charring the exposed mahogany and silk wallpapered wall before the door slammed closed.

“JESUS CHRIST! RANDI!!” Amelia and Damian shouted and growled through the speaker, coughing out a sooty breath as Desmond groaned and hissed to a sitting stance.

“Amelia, Damian. Sorry to end this call, but the solarium just exploded with E and the guys inside.” Quickly clicking the receiver before their tirades filled the office, kneeling down to Desmond as his charred hand trembled against his badly festered face.

“How bad is it?” Lifting his hand away from his face, hissing out at the damage that was still smoldering with charred flesh.

“Good news. It’s healing. Bad news. The Phantom of the Opera is back in style.” Smirking at his growling scowl, helping him to his feet as we rushed out of the office.

Greeted with heavily charred walls, melted carpet, and the foul aroma of burnt plastic, charred wood, flame-broiled oil paintings and complete chaos.



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