Title: Anger
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Fifth CircleThis is the fifth book in the Antihero Inferno Series. You really should read the first four books, Treachery, Fraud, Violence, and Heresy before you read this book. They are all interconnected to the main story that carries throughout these books. This is the story of Ames and Damon. He is certainly and angry guy. He has really been through the ringer of darkness and terrible things growing up with his twin Ezra. He fell in love one time, or so he thought and she broke his heart. Now she has come back but is with his brother and that really stings. When he sees Ames at Myth dancing in her cage he is really drawn to her. She helps to calm him down and he never thought he would have that outside of Emily. This is the story of them fighting their feelings, a flash drive, a best friend gone missing, and a whole lot of other moments that you just need to experience for yourself. If you have read Heresy, you know who Brinley is and Ames is her best friend and we relive some of the events in that book from the perspective of Ames. This book has an ending that I never saw coming and now I wait patiently to find out what is going to happen. I am looking really forward to the next book as it appears to be about our resident hackers Taylor and Hannibal. I can’t wait to read there story and find out just exactly who she is.
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I’ve never paid for sex and I don’t plan to start now.
But if there was ever a woman who could convince me to do it, it’s this one.
I’m not sure how much time passes while she continues dancing and I stand a breath away, so damn close that I’m surprised she can’t sense me staring at her.
She’s that lost to what she’s doing, so far gone from this moment and everything around her that I can imagine her becoming the music.
And fuck…she can move.
I’m as lost to her as she is to the beat, and I can’t imagine anything more beautiful or intriguing.
At least until she finally opens her eyes and discovers me.
You would think my close proximity would startle her, that she’d lose that perfect pace she keeps with the music pumping through both of our veins.
She doesn’t.
Not even in a little.
Instead, her eyes remain locked on mine for a few seconds, her full lips parting just a touch to draw in a deeper breath.
At first, I think it’s the swirls of color crashing down from the dancing lights above our heads, but then I realize her violet eyes are natural, a shade I’ve never seen in another person.
I stand mesmerized as she continues dancing while studying me, those violet eyes slowly moving down my body and back up.
A barely-there smile graces her stunning face.
“You just going to stand there all night, or are you planning on dancing with me?”
“I can’t dance,” I confess. “Not like you anyway.”
Her smile widens. “Then why are you up here?”
Another confession, one filled with so much need that I hate to admit it.
“I want some time alone with you. In a back room, where you belong to just me for an hour.”
She takes a moment, considers it.
“I don’t usually go to the back rooms.”
“Don’t usually and never are two different things.”
My counter-argument causes the corner of her mouth to curl.
“Aren’t you the observant one? Okay. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you by the bar.”
Nodding my head at that, I keep my eyes trained on her and finish my beer, not bothering to step away immediately to give her space.
The entire time, she never stops dancing. Never once loses the beat. It’s impressive and aggravating at the same time.
I want to startle her, for some reason.
Knock her off course.
Affect her in some minor way.
But given how she continues staring at me while keeping pace with the driving beat of music, I doubt I’m able to affect her at all.
Soft laughter flies over those full lips. “I said five minutes, champ. The clock doesn’t start until you walk away.”
Instead of giving ground, I lean in closer. She doesn’t so much as flinch.
“Don’t tell me you’re the bossy type,” I tease.
She stares at me for a few seconds, her body swaying like a siren leading me straight to the gates of hell.
“I can be anything you want, crazy boy. The only question is whether you can afford it.”
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