Evil Favors

As the owner of The Sinful Night Club, an elite luxury sex club located along the Los Angeles Strip, I never spend a night alone. I don't give favors and rarely give you time of day unless I want you in my bed ...

So when the brother of my sworn enemy showed up asking for help, saying “No” should be easy. But all I see is the opportunity to help these beautiful women while taking revenge on her brother, and I won’t miss that.

Thalia Beckett was running out of options, and, unfortunately for her, I was her last chance to get out of the mess she was in. He doesn’t know why I despise his brother so much, but as long as I can help him, he doesn’t care. And while I was more than happy to keep him safe, I meant to do so while opening him up to a sinful world he didn’t know existed.

As Thalia Beckett falls into the sinful world of pleasure without remorse, and the sense of belonging begins to grow. But when he finds out I used him as my pawn for revenge, my Evil Favor or the demonic favor can give me everything.

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BOOK ONE: EVIL FAVORS

* FORD LOUIS HENDRIX *

Lots of moans coming from The Debauch Room, which is par for the course. I approached for a peek, and there was no shame when I said the view of all the people erecting and squirming and orgasming didn’t fail to arouse me. Maybe I'll just be here tonight.

This is my favorite room here at The Sinful Night Club in Los Angeles. It’s not where you’ll find the kinkiest shit — that’s The Lustrous Room — but here the lust penetrates the air so thick that there’s a wild kind of dwelling in you when you join.

It overtakes you.

Possesses you.

Then frees you.

Yeah… I’ll be back here tonight.

I went back to the foyer and pushed open the heavy double doors to The Grixia Room. The sound of sexy music, moaning, and slapping flesh against flesh is completely muted here, and it seems like nothing but an upscale bar. It is a long and rectangular room with a bar running into a wall in Brazilian rosewood cut in chrome. There are no stools in the bar — just a standing-room — but there are some velor chairs and sofas made in muted taupe, cream, gray and brown colors. This room is quiet, elegant, and designed to encourage conversations over a cocktail or two.

To stay in tune with the beauty of our decor, there is a dress code. It’s not overly restrictive, but it’s enforceable. Most people dress because they want to be noticed and can afford to buy the best clothes. A one day membership is five hundred dollars ... to somewhat eliminate tourists who can’t afford to look like they belong in a place like this.

After passing my desired vodka drink on the rocks from one of the bartenders, I went down to the end of the bar. As the owner of this club, I watch everything. Because of my background in military special ops, I notice details that others won’t do, even if they’re sitting in front of them.

It's early because it's only past nine in the evening — but there are a lot of people here this Wednesday.

The movement at the entrance caught my attention, and I saw Hannah exiting the elevator. Sinful Night Club is located on the 46th floor of the Bellagio Casino. To enter the club, patrons must pass security on the first floor to enter the elevator that leads directly to The Sinful Night Club.

Hannah is really stunning. She wore a simple, but no doubt expensive, red dress molded to her body. It is so expertly tailored that it is somehow meaningless. Black heels, bare legs, and chocolate hair flowing down his back. Her skin is golden, her eyes are bright brown, and she is probably the most beautiful woman in the club today. Don't lie — my cock moves when he stares at me before moving with a sexy swing on his hip and a knowing smile on his mouth.

We will have fun tonight.

“Ford,” she murmurs as she reaches me, leans in, and accepts a light kiss to her cheek.

When she pulls back, I tell her, “You look gorgeous. Haven’t seen you around in a while. ”

“Samuel hasn’t been traveling as much and when he’s home, he gets all my attention as you know,” she says before turning to the bartender to order a glass of wine.

"How is Samuel?" I ask, because Hannah’s husband is also a member here. They are big-time swingers and like to switch partners, which is pretty much what makes up our regular members. Most people here are in engaged relationships, but they want a little bit of lewdness in their sex life. Samuel didn't mind Hannah coming here alone, and he also didn't care if she came here. Their relationship is very unique, but it works perfectly for them.

“He’s tired,” she says as she turns back to me with clear worry in her voice. “I wish he’d cut back on his travel, but you know he’ll never slow down.”

I nodded in understanding. When you love what you do, it doesn’t feel like work. Samuel is a diamond broker, and Hannah is a lawyer. Both local here in Los Angeles. They’ve been members since the doors opened, but they aren’t in here often because they work their asses off.

The bartender puts Hannah’s wine in the bar.

“Put that on my tab,” I tell him.

The bartender nodded, and Hannah smiled at me as she picked up her glass with the perfect hand. I know from firsthand experience those nails like to scratch backs while lost in desire. “Thanks, love. That’s sweet. ”

Taking a slight step in so I can lean closer to her, I murmur. "Will you join me tonight?"

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says with a grin above her wineglass as she looks at me with hot eyes.

Chuckling, I lean back and pick up my vodka to take a sip. “You’ve been here all of thirty seconds.”

He laughs too, and we do nothing chattering while we drink. Hannah wanted at least two glasses of wine before she went to one of the rooms, so she relaxed. Some regularly approached us to say hello, and we got along well with them. But eventually, Hannah sipped the wine and put the glass on the bar. I stopped after a vodka because I didn’t like anything that made me feel weak.

Placing a hand on my chest, Hannah closes it around my necktie, just below the knot. She gives it a playful tug. “Want to tie me up with this thing?”

“I was thinking of locking you up instead.” My voice is husky as I start to imagine what I want to do to her.

“Lock me up?” she asks with genuine interest.

“We installed some stocks over in The Silo,” I tell her, watching her eyes flame with even more interest. It’s become my new favorite toy. We used reclaimed wood and cast iron to have it made so it looks positively medieval. I had read once that stocks were originally used as a form of physical punishment involving public humiliation, and well… having sex in public while being locked up tight by your head and wrists can be totally humiliating to some. “Thought I’d lock you in it and let you suck my cock for a bit. After that, I think I’m going to fuck your pussy, then your ass. Going to own every piece of you tonight while you’re unable to move.”

“God,” Hannah says on a breathy moan. “You are so damned dirty.”

“It’s why you like me so much,” I tell her with a smile as I take her by the elbow.

“It’s why I adore you,” she clarifies. “I wish you’d teach Samuel some of that dirty talk. He’s amazing in the sack, but he’s way too quiet.”

“Yeah, I am not going to be teaching your husband how to talk dirty to you,” I tell her dryly as I turn her from the bar. “But if he wants to do a threesome with you and me, he can listen in on how I do it.”

“Now that’s a fabulous idea,” Hannah says with a laugh as we turn to walk toward the doors that lead to a foyer beyond The Grixia Room. From there, we can access one of four rooms in which we can have every dirty desire fulfilled, but it’s The Debauch Room I want tonight.

Before we could take three steps, we were stopped by a woman standing in our path looking at me.

She is so beautiful in a natural way. Not a lush, strange beauty like Hannah, but more of an independent spirit. I drank it right away, I only knew in his eyes. They are champagne colored with thick lashes, but the message inside is that she is slightly uncomfortable but willing to accept the challenge. Zooming out, I accept more. Tall but with the right amount of curve, she wears a simple black dress that isn’t too sexy, but on her body, it’s not necessary. Caramel hair color is included throughout the package. Next to her eyes, this is her best feature. It looked long and wild, as if she was just walking on a windy beach, but I knew how she really styled it. Separated on the side, a very long set of bangs descends into her right eye. It's a very Venice Lake kind of look.

“Mr. Hendrix,” she says as she lifts her chin confidently even though I can tell she’s worried. Those eyes… so expressive. “I was wondering if I could have a word with you.”

It’s a pity and she didn’t show up to Hannah, because there’s no doubt I wanted to take this woman for a spin. She was a damn knockout with feet reaching for miles, an ass made to slap, and a husky, raspy voice that seemed to scream in rapture for days.

Sadly though, I have committed to others now.

“I’m sorry… but I’ve just made plans with this lovely lady,” I reply as I nod my head to Hannah. “But perhaps after?”

The woman clasped her hands in concern, glanced at the elevator and then turned back to me. Before she can answer, Hannah adds, “Or… you could join us. Ford loves some girl-on-girl action. ”

The beauty's eyes widened in shock.

“Um… no thank you,” she stammers to Hannah before turning to me. “I apologize for interrupting you. I know this is incredibly rude, but this is important. I need a favor.”

“I don’t do favors,” I tell her truthfully, tightening my grip on Hannah’s elbow. I’m immediately disappointed this woman isn’t going to end up in my bed. She’ll probably end up booted out the doors if she’s here to scam someone. “Now if you’ll excuse us—”

“My name is Thalia Beckett,” she blurts out as we start to brush past her. “My brother is Jaden Beckett.”

I froze in the middle, the shock of hearing that name temporarily paralyzed before I was filled with anger. Slowly, I look over my shoulder at her and I can’t withhold the menace in my voice when I say, “Why are you here?”

She’s takes a slight step back, indicating her wariness and yet I can’t do anything but glower at her simply because of who she’s related to.

Thalia took a deep breath and it came out trembling, showing me that her confidence level had dropped drastically. “I’m in a bit of trouble, and Jaden said you could help me. He says you owe him a favor. That he wants to collect on it in the form of helping me. Please… I just spent five hundred dollars I didn’t have to spend to get in here to see you. I just need five minutes of your time. ”

“Christ,” I mutter as I release Hannah’s arm and scrub my fingers through my dark hair. I stared intently at the woman, hoping she might be scared to leave. I’ll even gladly refund her entrance fee. Although I didn’t really have the desire to have anything with Jaden Beckett’s brother, I was slightly impressed and probably a little turned on when he lifted his chin and touched my eyes. I love watching a woman reach for an inner confidence that she’s not yet sure she has.

Beyond pissed at myself because I’m actually a little intrigued, I turn my gaze to Hannah and try to lighten my voice. “Rain check, okay?”

“Of course,” she says, laying a hand lightly on my forearm. I bend over and brush my lips against her cheek.

Hannah is a kind of woman. He even gave Thalia a small smile of encouragement before she returned to the bar.

“Follow me,” I say to Thalia tersely as I walk through The Grixia Room. I didn't even look behind me to see if he was keeping up with my long steps, but he went through the double wooden door behind me. We end up in a semicircular hallway with the same walls with Italian panels and marble as the room we came from. From here, there are five corridors that branch out like spokes on a wheel, each closed by a fancy carved wooden door. There are signs above each one — The Luscious Sin Room, The Red Tag, The Debauch Room, The Lustrous — that are a nod to the origin.

I turned right, walking down the private hall leading to my office. This is the last door on the right, sitting next to the door of my apartment. In fact, my office connects to my apartment through an interior door leading to the kitchen, so my homecoming from work couldn’t be shorter.

There is a security pad on the wall. I punch in my five-digit code after angling my body so Thalia can't see, then I push the door open and step back to let her go in first.

I gave the designer a free license to decorate my office and apartment however he thinks it is appropriate as long as he does not use pink or green colors. He did a very good job, coming up with an industrial design that I really liked. The ceilings are exposed steel beams with air conditioning ductwork painted black to match. The floors are made of lightweight maple, and my simple table has an almost finished wooden top with steel legs. There is a light blue rug with a curly cream pattern as well as two chairs made of gray leather. One wall contains a set of built-in cabinets that hold my records at The Sinful Night Club, which is less interesting or sneaky because this business is almost as legit as it is. Only in Los Angeles right?

Because of this, I don’t have any locks on the cabinets and I don’t use the safe built into my wall. There is plenty of security pad outside the door for what’s inside.

Now my other business, The Hendrix Group, is something else because I do contract for the government, and with the government, I mean the CIA. That’s the top secret to the next level and remains secure in my other business district offices across town. But since I will soon retire from there at the ripe old age of thirty -five, I prefer to focus my attention on this new work. Who would have thought Ford Louis Hendrix, one of the most sought after private security contractors, would go home leaving that business to open a sex club?

I know that my parents — God rest their souls — will never see this coming.

“Take a seat,” I ordered Thalia, pointing to one of the chairs. I turned my desk to do the same. Placing my elbows on the table and raising my fingers in front of my mouth, I stared more at the woman who made a real prank promises to be a very good night.

I don’t see Jaden in him. Her hair and eyes are dark brown. Thalia's hair is whiter ... it's almost bronze. He has high cheekbones and a sharp nose. Jaden's face was round with a wide nose. Thalia's eyebrows arched while Jayce sat up. I remember everything about that douche.

“You don’t look like your brother,” I observe as I lean back in my chair and place my hands on the armrests.

“Different mothers,” is all she says. “But we grew up together.”

“Why did he send you to me?” I ask the question again, expecting a better answer than a favor.

“I’m desperately in need of money,” she explains quickly. “I don’t know what favor he owes you, but he said you had money and you’d help me in exchange for wiping the slate clean between you two.”

I had to struggle so I couldn’t believe it. The record will never be clean between us. I was so angry with that mother that she could stand in front of me dying, carrying drinking water the only thing to save her, and I would pour it on the ground next to her.

“He said he saved your life once,” she says quietly, as if she needs to remind me why she’s sitting here.

This is true… and I don’t want the reminder.

That bastard saved my life from certain death, and I owe him. While stuck in a battle with rebels from the Chizka district of Yuzon Province, I was hit by a bullet in my leg that hit an artery. Jaden threw me on his shoulder, ran into a hail of bullets, and carried me in a Humvee holding our field medic. The medic handled the bleeding and gave me a unit of blood until the chopper entered to pick me up and take me to the field hospital.

It was dangerous that I was about to die, but three more units of blood and stitching in my artery brought me back from the brink of death. If Jaden hadn’t sent me there, I wouldn’t have gotten to the hospital. I was weak, disoriented, but very grateful when I told him as he sat next to my bed, “Jaden… buddy… I’m not sure how I can ever repay you, but if you need anything at all, you come to me and it's yours. ”

It's been almost ten years since then and he's never asked for that favor, so I just assumed he knows to keep his distance from me. I’m sure he knew I would probably attack him in sight, not to kill him, but to beat his antics. I would hurt him badly if he stood in this office today. He knew it because I had done it once, but that wasn’t enough to erase my anger at him.

Given the circumstances, it would probably be quite acceptable if I would consider the debt already paid off and kick his sister out of my office. He certainly saved my life, but when I caught him flirting with my girlfriend four years later, I didn’t kill him. I invited that fucker to join The Hendrix Group because I trusted him and he saved my life.

But whenever I’m on a mission and Jaden is off duty, he seems to bump into Molly stateside. I didn’t kill him, but I should. I stopped after I broke some of his ribs and removed some teeth. By my reasoning, not killing him means I saved his life. So we should be equal, right?

Honestly, I should have told him this now. Inform her to tell her brother to suck my dick — that I wouldn’t help him or her if their lives depended on it.

But I don’t.

Because two things hit me at once.

The first is an attack of conscience. I may be a bad son of a bitch and a cruel leader when needed, but I never refuse a promise. I owe him, so he will accept.

Second, I thought I could really help Jaden’s brother. He said he needed money and with a loan of funds, a repayment plan was on the cards. Add to that the fact that she is so beautiful as hell, and good ...

I had a good idea of ​​how he would repay me.

in a way that would not make Jaden happy.

Let’s just call it a little sweet revenge.