Tacet a Mortuis (The Elite King's Club Book 3)

by Amo Jones

  “Jesus take the wheel,” Nate muttered from somewhere in the background.

  I snorted, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. “Thank you, Scarlet. For being everything I ever wanted in a mom.”

  She wrapped her arm around mine. “You can call me Mom.”

  Scarlet’s eyes went to Jamima and Johan. “Are you done? We have a funeral to attend.”

  They both nodded and exited the room.

  “You don’t like them?” I asked, not looking at her.

  “No. I never have. I don’t agree with what they did and how they went about it. You suffered greatly as a child and even as a young adult. They failed you as a daughter, and failed as humans.”

  I swallowed. “I don’t care now. I can’t or it will consume me.”

  She patted my hand just as Bishop entered my room. My mouth watered and my jaw almost hit the floor. He wore black slacks and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, displaying his tattoos. His hair was styled perfectly on the top of his head, and his skin had a light sheen over it, glistening against the light.

  “Are you ok?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes flew between his mom and I. “Do I need to be worried about this little bond you two have together? Like are you going to team up on me a lot?”

  Scarlet and I both looked at each other, then back at him. “Every chance we get,” we both answered in unison, then laughed.

  Once everyone left my room, and only Bishop and I remained, he leaned into me. “I know you don’t want to talk about this right now, but it’s your birthday next weekend.”

  I shook my head. “I don’t want to celebrate anything this year. Please. I really don’t. Maybe next year.”

  He nodded. “Okay, baby. I respect that.” Then he leaned forward, his hand going under my bed and pulled out the book. “You need to finish this.”

  I took it from him.

  His eyes searched mine. “You’ve made history, baby. You’re a damn hero. Now because of you? This Katsia gets her final wish.”

  I opened up to the final chapter.

  16.

  Legacy

  Today is the final time I write in this diary. I can no longer live through this crippling pain Humphrey inflicted on me and my family on a daily basis. My thoughts had turned dark, like an infectious disease he implanted into my cranium, it slowly spread like cancer, consuming my thoughts with dark depression. Days were harder to come by, I could no longer live with the guilt of knowing what was happening amongst our world. I could no longer live with what my husband was doing to baby girls or their families. No one would ever confront him, this would continue for years to come and I could no longer live a second more in this hideous place we call life. The Lost Boys have turned evil.

  No one stands with me.

  To Maree, my maid, my friend, my confidante, I plead you live a life full of happiness and freedom. Please leave Phillip, becoming a Venari would seal your fate of living behind an aging cage. You will never grasp true happiness by being confined to the palms of his hands.

  My son’s:

  I wish that you both always rule with more love than power. Use the light to see you through, as darkness could never lead you through darkness, only light could do that.

  I wished for a better world. Where the Silver Swans could be unleashed to bathe in the crystal water of purity and not be crucified.

  Signed, Katsia Hayes

  Katsia put her pen down on top of her desk for the final time, stood on the chair she had sat at numerously throughout the years, wrapped the noose around her neck, and took her final leap.

  I sucked in a breath, my hand coming to the front of my throat.

  Bishop came to me, pulling me into his arms. “You gave Katsia her final wish, baby.”

  I wiped the tears from my cheeks and sunk into him as he slowly rocked me. “You’re my little hero.”

  We made our way downstairs, and then outside. Bishop beeped his Maserati, but I froze. “Wait!” My hand dug into my handbag and gripped around a set of keys. I dangled them in front of my face.

  Bishop grinned.

  “I think Daemon would have loved to see this.”

  We both slipped into my Lamborghini, and Bishop gestured to the pedals. “I trust your driving, but just saying, you need to go easy—” I floored it forward and flew out of the driveway, passing everyone who were on their way to Daemon’s funeral. “Or not.”

  Adrenaline spiked through my veins as my fingers clenched around the leather steering wheel. I turned to face Bishop. “We’re going to be ok.”

  He grinned back at me. “Always, Kitty.”

  My phone vibrated, and I opened it, slowing to a safer speed.

  Bishop: Riddle me this, Kitty, what’s round, smooth, and is home for a sparkling stone?

  My eyebrows pinched together.

  I looked at him. “What?”

  His lip kicked up in a grin. “Don’t worry about it, baby. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I’m sure you’ll figure it out someday….”

  I put my phone back down and floored it to the funeral.

  If you had told me that I’d be where I was when I first started Riverside Prep, I would have laughed at you. I struggled to make friends, let alone turning a whole bunch of friends into family. I smiled, even though today was one of the saddest and hardest days I would have to face, I recognized the amount of support I had around me. If it weren’t for these people, I may not have survived losing Daemon. I now understood the name “Silver Swan.” I was built to handle any and everything life threw at me.

  As graceful as a floating swan, but as deadly as a silver bullet.

  People gathered around the burial ground like I’d seen in so many movies before. The parts that they don’t show in the movie though, is the feeling of your world stopping as its happening. Micaela twisted in my arms and tears streamed down my face. My heart snapped in my chest. I struggled to keep my emotions at bay.

  “You see, sister.” Peyton leaned forward as we watched my friends and family mourn the loss of Daemon. “You don’t belong with them. You belong with us.”

  She sat back in her seat. She was so wrong. I deserved to be there, with them. They were my family. Daemon was my family.

  I glared at her from across the dark black limo.

  “It’s for the best, Tillie, those people aren’t good people,” Carter added, his eyes coming to mine.

  “Why are you here, Carter? You were Madi’s friend. How could you?”

  His laughter was smug. Mocking. “I never was her friend. She killed Ally.”

  “You and Ally?” I asked, confused.

  He leaned back in his chair. “That’s right. Ally didn’t send the video—I did.”

  “Let me go,” I deadpanned.

  Peyton shook her head and laughed. “Never. They will get what’s coming to them, and then some. You see” —she leaned forward again— “The Circle doesn’t even know that I’ve been working with Katsia all along, our mother. You need to learn your loyalties, sister.”

  Carter’s eyes came to mine again. “They’ll get what’s coming to them.”

  I wanted to scream, to demand they let me and my daughter leave, but then an excruciating pain thudded on the side of my head and everything went black.

  “I think I love you, Daemon.”

  His head tilted, but his eyes studied my lips. He always watched me with importance. He made me feel like I mattered. Cherished, loved.

  “Te amo?” Then his eyes glassed over as he slowly rocked Micaela. “I—I’m not—not good.”

  I shook my head, my hand falling to his thigh. “We can make this work. I know we can.”

  His eyes connected with mine, and I saw something flash over the surface. Since Daemon walked into the room the day I was in labor, he hadn’t left my side. He refused to leave us here to go home, even for Madison. I could never tell her. I would never want to steal that away from her because I knew how overprotective she was of him. I had heard storie
s about their bond. But our bond was unique, too. It was instant, and easy. He moved, I moved. Even though we lacked communication for the most part with the language barrier, his eyes gave me what his words could not.

  His touch.

  He placed Micaela into the little crib Tinker stole for us, pulling her blanket up to her chin. I wrapped my arms around his stomach. His body, so still and stoic, relaxed in my embrace.

  “I love you, Daemon.” My heart beat for him. I knew his did for me too.

  His hand came to mine and he turned in my embrace. His eyes searched mine, his finger coming to my lip. He slowly kissed me, his warm lips caressing mine so softly it stole my breath. “Te amo, amans.”

  The End

  Malum (Evil) The Elite Kings’ #4 coming soon.

  Continue reading for a deleted scene… READ AT OWN RISK.

  DELETED SCENE

  Do NOT read past this unless… you know… those dirty fantasies were on the Reverse Harem side…

  Two Feet “Go Fuck Yourself” was thumping through the boom speaker. The smell of charcoal BBQ drifted through the air and my sunglasses dropped, covering my eyes.

  Nate staring up at me caught me off guard. He had his cap flipped on backward and wore shorts that cut off at the knee. Bishop, Cash, Brantley, Chase, and Nate were all here at our favorite waterhole. Eli decided to stay with my brothers.

  “Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked.

  “Like what?” Nate teased, his eyes going from my lips to my eyes.

  “Like you want to eat me.”

  His tongue caught his bottom lip and he grinned. “And if I do?” His hand slowly trailed up my inner thigh. I bit my lip, ignoring the tingle that followed his touch.

  “I’d say how hungry are you?” I should stop teasing.

  Bishop came over, dropping to his knees in front of me and shaking out the water in his hair until it was sticking up above his head. He pushed past Nate, resting in the middle of my thighs. I laid back, ripping my sunglasses off. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh come on, Kitty. Don’t act like you haven’t played out this fantasy before...”

  “This is my dream, isn’t it? I’m dreaming again…” My eyes narrowed.

  Bishop smirked, tilting his head. I couldn’t read his expression because the sun beamed behind him, shading out his features. “Is it? Or isn’t it? Does it really matter?”

  Cash sat down on my other side with Brantley. “Go with it, Kitty.”

  I swallowed.

  Bishop’s lips came to mine, the soft cushions opening my mouth. His tongue slipped inside. I moaned a little, and his teeth caught my tongue.

  He stood, stepping backward and putting a smoke into his mouth. “Brantley, show me how you’ve always wanted to fuck her.”

  “What!” I snapped, looking at Bishop.

  Brantley came into my view just as Bishop blew out a cloud of smoke.

  His hands came to my thighs, spreading them wide. His face dropped down to my middle and he inhaled roughly, the tip of his nose sliding up my slit. “You smell the same. Only dirtier.”

  My cheeks flushed bright red. “Brantley…”

  His finger hooked under my bikini bottoms, yanking them off. The warm summer day breezed over my swollen clit. Brantley’s face dove between my thighs, his tongue licking me, and then circling.

  I moaned, lying back down, my back arching off the sand.

  Nate’s hand came to my breast and he yanked my tit out of my bikini. The coolness of the air was soon replaced by his hot mouth. His tongue circled my nipple roughly as his hand came up to my other and twisted. His teeth scraped over my nipple as Brantley’s tongue assaulted my pussy.

  Cash came into view, his blonde hair shimmering from the sun. He grinned his million-dollar smile, dropped beside me and took my mouth. A soft moan left me, my hand flying to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. My pussy throbbed as Brantley continued sucking and licking, and Nate’s bites got more aggressive.

  Cash let up just as Brantley stopped. I propped up on my elbows and saw Bishop standing near Brantley, watching me with his heavy cock in the palm of his hand, stroking himself. My mouth watered, and my hips circled the air.

  “Easy, tiger,” Brantley whispered, gripping my thighs roughly and yanking me down. He rubbed his cock from the outside of his shorts. “Want my dick, Madison?”

  My eyes shot to his, my eyelashes flittering. “Wha—what?” I looked at Bishop.

  “Don’t look at him. Right now, you belong to all of us. So I’ll ask you again…” he paused, his head tilting. He wore my arousal like lip balm, glistening in the sun. “Do you want my dick, Kitty?”

  My hips circled the air again as my eyes dropped to his hand. He squeezed and rubbed the thick bulge from outside his shorts. Nate continued to suck on my nipple, and Cash’s hand came over my stomach, down to my pussy, rubbing my clit and then he slid a finger inside of me.

  “Oh my God,” I moaned, tilting my head back.

  “You do?” Brantley asked again. My eyes were closed and my hips were grating against Cash’s fingers. He pulled out and then raised his finger to my mouth.

  “Suck if you want this, Madison,” Cash said, his lips coming to my ear. “I’ll pretend like you have a choice.”

  “And if I don’t?” I quirked an eyebrow at Brantley, the sweet scent of my pussy on Nate’s finger.

  “Then I’ll rape you,” Brantley said, his eyes coming to mine.

  Fear slid into my bones, but all it did was feed my desire. I wanted them all, and the thought of them being rough with me only spiked my need.

  I kept my eyes on Brantley, then slowly turned my head and sucked myself off Nate’s finger. I circled it with my tongue, my eyes still watching Brantley.

  His eyes darkened, his hands falling. “Fuck.” He stopped his groping and crawled back over my body. “I’m going to break you, little girl.”

  “Again?” I teased. “Break me, and then fuck me, and then break me, and then fuck me...”

  His hands came to my thighs. He ripped me off the ground, turning me onto my stomach.

  I arched my back, my hair falling over my shoulder and my eyes catching Nate’s. “Come here.”

  He bit his bottom lip, pulling his shorts down until his cock sprung free. Thick, long and heavy, like him. A bead of cum surfaced at the end of his dick and my mouth watered. I turned my head, relishing in Brantley massaging my ass. He slapped it loudly and I screamed out from the impact. Nate came to the front of me, his eyes watching me. I bent down and took him in my mouth, salt and soap hitting the back of my throat.

  His hand came to my hair and he tugged on it roughly, pinching my flesh. “Fuck.”

  Brantley’s mouth fell to the back of my pussy, his tongue diving inside and circling. “I need to eat this forever.”

  “You can’t. Just for today,” I heard from somewhere.

  Brantley’s cock circled my entrance, just before he rammed himself into me.

  “Oh my God!” I bellowed out in pleasure, veins ripping out of my neck and Nate’s cock resting on my lower lip. I spat on it, circling it with my hand. Dropping my lips to his balls, I sucked him into my mouth. Marilyn Manson’s “Sweet Dreams” started playing from the speaker. I sunk him deeper into my mouth, as Brantley’s cock continued to fuck my pussy. I throbbed, and pushed, and throbbed against him. His fingers gripped around my hip bones as he smashed me back and forth.

  Brantley sat me up, hiking up my leg. Cash came closer, my eyes connecting with his. He slid under me, sucking my nipple into his mouth as Brantley continued to fuck me from behind. I sucked Nate deeper into my mouth, and then a hot mouth covered my clit.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” I screamed out in pleasure again, sweat dripping off of my flesh. Brantley pounded into me as Cash’s tongue circled my clit again. Brantley’s grip on my thigh tightened. I moaned again, my muscles clenching, tightening. I could feel myself get closer to my peak. Cash wrapped his lips around my clit and I
lost it. My pussy throbbed and cum trickled down my thighs. I looked up just in time to see Bishop’s hands wrap around my hair, yanking my head back. He stood to the side, just as Nate’s cum shot on my face, soaking my lips. I licked him off.

  “You like that, huh. Because you’re my little slut,” Bishop grunted, he replaced Nate’s position. Now in front of me. He rubbed Nate’s cum off my face with the tip of his cock and then shoved it into my mouth. “You like the taste of him, Madison? Hmm? You like being a little slut.” His hand gripped around my hair roughly and he shoved his cock deeper into my mouth. I gagged on the intrusion, tears pouring down my face. Wrapping him in my hand, I sucked him roughly while trying to suck air in every few seconds.

  Brantley’s cock pulse inside of me on his release, and then he slapped my ass, pulling out, but he was only replaced with Cash.

  Cash’s cock circled my entrance, wetting his tip. Then he slipped into the opening of my ass. “Open wide, princess. This might hurt a little.”

  My eyes flew to Bishop, who was grinning down at me. “Nah, I’ve been there, dawg.” Cash pushed inside deeper.

  “Ouch! Fuck! Fuck!” I screamed, my eyes slamming shut from the tightness and pain. It felt like knives skinning me from the inside.

  “Suck my dick, Kitty.” I sucked Bishop into my mouth, circling his delicious cock with my tongue, groaning against him. I was full from Cash, but it was delectable. My ass pulsed but my pussy wept from want. Cash pounded, shoving me into Bishop’s cock so that with every movement, Bishop’s dick was sinking deeper and deeper into my throat.

  Cash slapped my ass so hard I yelped out. That was sure to bruise. Bishop’s hand came to the back of my neck and he yanked harder. “Take it like a slut, Madison. This was what you wanted, now take it.” Cash pulled out of my ass and shot cum all over my back. He swatted my ass again. “Good girl, Kitty.”

  Bishop yanked me to my feet and then gripped the backs of my thighs. I wrapped my legs around him and then felt Nate behind me. Nate’s lips pressed against the small of my neck. “Ready to get fucked?”