“Wait, Griffin! I’m sorry! I was just trying to show you—” I tried to explain.
“Shut the fuck up, Riley! I know what you were doing. You were showing me something that I should have seen.” Griffin shrugged nonchalantly while he continued to advance on me. “My grandfather, my father, and my uncle-in-law all warned me not to trust women.”
Fearing for my life, I blurted out the only thing that I thought might save me.
“Uncle Lars,” I muttered and swallowed hard.
Epilogue
Griffin
Adrenaline and a thrill like I’d never felt before rushed through me as Riley uttered my uncle’s nickname. I told Kathryn and Riley that I’d return after the party, and I calmly returned to my guests.
While I slowly made my way around the party, all I could think about was how perfect all of this had gone. Riley had eagerly picked up every single bread crumb that I had left for him. All the years I’d spent grooming him had paid off, and he walked right into my hands.
After my guests left, I settled behind the desk of my den with a decent amount of whiskey. I retrieved the notebook from the drawer that had been used by all the men in my family who had come before me.
Carefully, I flipped the delicate pages until I found the one for Kathryn Adams that my uncle-in-law had started for her twenty years ago to this day. Her selfish actions tore a family apart, and now it was time for her to pay. I added my notes as the excitement coursed through my veins.
I closed up the tattered journal and returned it to the desk. Taking a long sip from my glass, I sat back in my chair and pulled out my cell phone. I pulled up the picture that I had taken of Riley at his graduation. I zoomed in and looked at the pride in his eyes as he held his diploma. The fact that I had him naked and locked up in my shed was almost too much for me. I had waited so long for this.
I had needs to take care of, and Riley was going to help me with them. In the process, he’d learn that all families had dirty secrets.
About Cole:
Cole Denton is an ocean lover who finds joy in almost all physical activities. He is especially passionate about baseball and surfing, indulging in them every chance he gets.
His other passion is writing. It began at a young age and followed him through to his time at a university in SoCal where he majored in screenwriting.
After moving to Sin City itself, Cole has put his knowledge and talent as a writer to work by pursuing a career as a dark fiction author. Cole is enjoying testing his kinky side, in pursuit of all things pleasurable.
Books by Cole:
Forged
The Queen
Oxygen
Claimed
A Sin Cave Happy EndingC. Firecox
Introduction to Sin Cave
Sin Cave is a global organization owned by four influential families, each of whom takes responsibility for a single arm of the business.
Sin Cave Fantasies—A members-only club that meticulously designs sexual fantasies to their clients’ specific requirements. You won’t find evidence of their locations online, but they’re there—in every major city in the world. Membership is strictly by invitation only.
Elite Brides—Future wives of the world’s elite, these women are provided with the best education money can buy, including a warfare-style program on elegance and societal expectations. In later years, they receive extensive education on the sinful deeds husbands enjoy behind closed doors.
Elite Maidens—Trafficked virgins who are put through a series of tests by a member of the Sin Cave Elite, including their tolerance to pain and sexual deviancy. If they meet the stringent expectations, they join “The Elite,” a club with enormous privileges, where they are matched with a small selection of men whom they serve. Those who fail the tests are sold into brothels, where they will remain for the rest of their lives.
Ecstasy—A high-end chain of nightclubs catering to the rich and famous. Those deemed worthy are invited to become members of Sin Cave Fantasies or, in rare cases, to The Elite.
Welcome to Sin Cave.
You are about to enter Elite Maidens.
A world not for the fainthearted.
You have been warned.
Chapter One
Hawk
Twigs snap beneath my feet as I creep through the dense woodland, the only light afforded me coming from the partial moon hanging from the inky black sky. I spare a glance to my left and acknowledge Baron with a curt nod, then point to the back of the one-story property. He returns my gesture with a thumbs-up, then edges forward, curving to the right before disappearing from view. I don’t need him, really, but he’s learning the ropes and there’s no one better to learn from than me. Besides, there’s no harm in having an insurance policy, just in case things don’t go according to plan. Not that I expect anything to go wrong. It hasn’t until now, and I’ve been doing this job for ten years.
I head to the front, cautiously stepping up onto the wraparound porch. The wood creaks and I freeze. Being discovered isn’t the end of the world, but I’d rather slip in and out unnoticed than get into an altercation. There are few who are as good as I am at identifying, stalking, and then capturing the right kind of merchandise, and I’m handsomely rewarded for my services.
As expected, the front door is locked. I crouch down, and in less than ten seconds, there’s a click, and the door opens inward. The hinges are well oiled and don’t make a sound. I steal inside, closing the door behind me. Darkness swallows me up, but it doesn’t matter. I’ve studied the inside of this house more than enough times to find the right room without trouble.
My target is curled into the fetal position, covers pulled up to her chin, fiery red hair splayed over a crisp white pillow. An innocent beauty with smooth, creamy skin, a dash of freckles
