GOD OF CHAOS

CHAPTER SIX

LANDON KING

One thing about Landon was that he never missed anything. Being the genius that he was, he had a habit of observing the tiniest change in someone or something that might raise questions, and Jeremy was raising a whole lot of them.

Ever since the sex club incident, he had been noticing subtle changes in Jeremy's patterns. Landon had studied Jeremy over the years. He knew the ins and outs of Jeremy's mind better than Jeremy knew himself.

Maybe his obsession wasn't as recent as he thought it was.

The bottom line was, Jeremy had been veering away from his usual path. He was more agitated, rash, prone to mistakes.

Landon didn't approach Jeremy now only because of that. It was partly the reason, sure, but it was much more than that. Landon actually wanted Jeremy as his muse. He wanted to study every little dip on Jeremy's skin until he could sculpt him with his eyes closed. Landon wanted to see the deepest corners of Jeremy's soul. And if he didn't give that up voluntarily, Landon was going to force it out of him.

Landon had noticed Jeremy's face morphing into pure terror the moment they heard the gunshot. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the mafia prince who played with bullets three times a day wouldn't normally be terrified of the sound. There was more to it.

Landon was going to fixate his focus on figuring out Jeremy's secret. He was craving it. He was craving everything to do with the leader of the heathens. He was going to push Jeremy until he broke and bared his soul to Landon.

Landon started leaning forward, bringing their faces closer. Jeremy stiffened. As powerful as Jeremy was, he was predictable, at least to Landon. He knew Jeremy wouldn't give in. You don't break down Jeremy Volkov's walls with one swift blow; you do it brick by brick.

Jeremy stepped back, his hands falling to his sides. He let out a frustrated sigh. Landon maintained his smirk, but it felt forced.

Jeremy was going to have to be his distraction for the time being. 

"I'll drive you home," Jeremy said, surprising Landon. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes at Jeremy. He was hiding something, and Landon wasn't sure what it was. All he knew was Jeremy Volkov wouldn't offer to drive Landon home two times in a row for no reason, especially not the first time around when he had been so adamant, as though his life depended on it.

"Worried I won't get home safe?" Landon asked, maintaining his smirk, while his eyes scanned Jeremy's face carefully.

Jeremy glared at Landon, his lips twitching as he worked his jaw. "In your dreams, King."

"You can admit it; I won't judge," Landon mocked.

Jeremy's nostrils flared. He looked up, closed his eyes, and blew out a long breath. Landon couldn't help but notice the way his Adam's apple bobbed. The moon hitting his tanned skin drove him crazy.

Jeremy Volkov was pure perfection.

Jeremy moved towards the car, then turned to Landon, holding out his palm. "Keys," he demanded, his tone bossy. So hot.

"Do I get a kiss in return?" Landon asked, his eyes shining with a mixture of lust and mischief as he stepped closer to Jeremy. Jeremy just glared at him. "What?"

"Do you ever give up?" Jeremy questioned, looking frustrated.

"On you? Never." Jeremy seemed taken aback by Landon's answer, but the expression lasted a split second before it was gone.

"Why?" He asked, looking bored.

Landon raised his hand to touch Jeremy's face, but before he could, Jeremy slapped it away. Landon chuckled, "You're my muse after all, baby."