Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three by Aven Jayce Page A

suite is the safest place for them.
They were sitting ducks in St. Louis.
    And it didn’t take
much persuading to get my sister on board with the idea. All I had to do was
send her an image of Dayne’s face and she was eager
to be in my protective custody.
    Sophia and I despised
one another growing up, which isn’t surprising. Our home life sucked. We even
went a few years without speaking to one another when we were in our twenties.
She finally came around to my dark humor and menacing personality a few years
ago. We still bicker incessantly and have a love-hate relationship, but in her
heart she knows I’m more of a guardian than her husband. I’ll get the job done
and I’ve always got her back. No one’s going to hurt my little sister.
    She also says I’m a
control freak. And so what? I can admit to that.
    “How the fuck did he
manage to sneak his ass into your place?”
    “Let’s not discuss
this in the corridor,” I whisper, keeping Dayne’s covert hideout in my truck bed a secret. “How you been?”
    “Is that supposed to
be some kind of a joke? You know I can’t stand being locked inside a room.”
    “The suite’s as big
as a house.”
    “We’ve been in there
for weeks and the boys are like savages. Sophia’s been giving them new video
games to play every two days, but she ran out a week ago. Now they’re climbing
the walls and it’s been nearly impossible to keep them quiet.”
    “You ever hear of a
thing called books? Why the hell didn’t you bring a Kindle along?”
    “They’re ten. They
refuse to read.”
    “That’s your fault,”
I mumble. “Trust me, you made the right decision coming here. The bodyguard
from your bar back in St. Louis couldn’t protect you twenty-four seven.
Besides, this is a family issue.”
    “My guy back home is family which is why I wouldn’t have
put such a burden on him, not since he’s got another kid on the way and a
toddler in the house.”
    “Oh, I get it. I’m
not family?” I laugh.
    “Knock it off, Mark.
We’re here only because Sophia insisted you could fix the problem quickly. You
know I’ll do whatever the fuck she wants, especially if it means keeping Daxton and Xavier safe. But, I would’ve been fine taking
care of my family on my own, without hiding out like a coward.”
    “Yeah, and I’d be
perfectly fine letting you handle this on your own... in my dreams... or I
guess that would be a nightmare,” I say sarcastically while opening my suite.
    “So what’s going on?
How’d you take him down?”
    “ Shh .
I’ve got company upstairs.”
    “What kind of
company?” he whispers.
    I give him my best you dumbass look as I open the door to
the stairwell and we head to my garage.
    “Cove,” I stop part
way down and turn to him, “you know I love you, right?”
    He puts up a hand so
I stay back. “Is this another one of your fucked up pranks? Is Dayne here or not?”
    I let out a
disappointing sigh and look into his brown worrisome eyes, wanting to blow the
dark wavy piece of hair from his forehead. He’s pale, probably from being in
the suite for so long, and skittish, but that’s normal. All I ever think about
when I see him is the abuse he endured as my father’s number one star in the
porn industry. That’s what my dad called him. His Star . I want to comfort the guy, yet at the same time I’d love to
kick his ass and tell him to grow a pair.
    “Mark,” he whispers.
“What’s going on?”
    “He’s here, but we
need to...”
    “You didn’t really
do anything drastic, right? Soph said you mentioned
killing him earlier. What the fuck is that all about? Can we pay him to
disappear from our lives?” He speaks nervously. “He likes money. Everyone does.
How much does he want? I’ll give him anything, you know that, anything to keep Soph and the kids safe.”
    This time I
exaggerate my sigh and continue the two flights down the stairwell. He’s always
been a submissive dainty boy and a bit gullible when it comes to