Chapter 6

Khan

The morning light didn’t bring clarity to the shitty situation I was in. For the life of me, I didn’t get why they were doing this to me. Yes, I’d known all my life that Hiro was envious of my status—my possessions, my females, my hold on an entire town. But stabbing me in the back out of jealousy? Damn ridiculous! Part of me wanted to scream and rage against my father and brother, but what good would it do? Somehow these fools had gotten it into their thick-ass skulls that I was due for a reckoning.

Fuck that shit!

I wouldn’t sit back and just let things happen. I wouldn’t be The Najex if I did. There was always an escape clause—if you searched hard enough or knew the right beings to contact. Hell, I’d just do what I did thirty years ago. Back then, I used a witch. What the fuck was her name? She gave me the potion. It took a week to find that little bitch, and I didn’t have that kind of time.

Think Khan!

The overwhelming smell of Drakkar Noir hit my nose and distracted my thoughts.

Hiro.

Just because we were repeating shit shouldn’t mean he had to resort to smelling like a cheap-ass frat boy. Oh hell! The only time he wore that scent was when he was about to score.

Sybil.

Hell no!

“She’s off limits, Hiro!” I shouted from my room. Thankfully, we got our own two-bedroom suite at The Palace. No way would I stay in the same space with that Brit. There was only so much pompousness I could take in one lifetime.

The door swung open, and my brother entered—taking up too much space as usual. Between the two of us, he was the one who got the muscularity and girth, leaving me the slender more wiry frame. To be honest, I think it worked to my advantage—skill and speed over bulk. At least, the females in my stable hadn’t complained.

Much.

My dick twitched thinking about the conquests I’d had over the years. Maybe I could get laid before I finished this Do-Over. A good fucking always cleared my mind.

Hiro tugged on a black shirt and rolled the sleeves over his sculpted forearm. “Didn’t you understand what I said last night? This is a whole new game, brother. Requires new rules and a change of behavior from you.”

“I don’t fucking think so. Sybil belongs to me,” I said through gritted teeth.

“And there’s the problem. Where you went wrong is that Sybil belongs to no one. Couldn’t you see that she was a free spirit when you met her?”

The Sybil I originally met was timid, pliable like clay.

“It’s a shame that you never appreciated her. Every one of us, Khan, would have easily worshiped the ground Sybil walked on for a minute with her.” My brother shook his head when I didn’t respond. “You just don’t get it, but maybe this time you will. The succubus chooses who she wants without intervention from you.”

Narrowing my eyes, I stared at Hiro’s backside as he left the room. He couldn’t… He wouldn’t rewrite my history. I shouted, “Nothing changes, Hirohito!”

My brother turned around and narrowed his dark eyes. “Let this be a warning to you, Khan. Everything changes with this Do-Over. Your tricks won’t be tolerated by any of us.” He started to walk out again but stopped. “Oh, and if you’re thinking of using a witch to do your bidding, think again.”

So, he knew about that? “What the fuck did you do?”

Hiro touched his chest and dipped his chin. “Me? I did nothing, but Hecate…”

Shit, shit, shit.

“What does she have to do with this?”

“Everything, brother. She’s the game changer. Thanks to her, every witch received the warning. Anyone coming to your aid will have to deal with her and then Father. I think she said something about revocandum potestates.”

They screwed me. No witch would act against the possibility of having her powers revoked. Wait, a hot fucking minute! I wasn’t going down that easily. Standing, I folded my arms over my chest. “Perhaps I should have a one on one with the man downstairs? He might like to know what his servants are up to?”

My brother laughed.

“I fail to see the humor in—”

“Genghis, get over yourself.” Hiro placed his hand on my shoulder. I jerked away from him. “What you don’t see is that you will fail. The only hope you have of succeeding is to play fair. Your punishment might not be as bad if you do.”

Play fucking fair? That word had never been a part of my vocabulary. Even as kids, I always looked for the loophole to win. As a teenager, I outsmarted every incubus around. Fairness was for weak-minded pussies, not me.

Standing toe to toe with Hiro, I say, “Obviously, you’ve forgotten who I am.”

“No, brother. You have forgotten who I am—last born of Ashmedai, King of Hell, and slayer of men. I have fought and conquered demons while your claim to fame is scaring the weak and fucking the innocent. I haven’t backed down to you in years, and I don’t plan on doing it again. I promise you a hard battle that you won’t win.”

“Nice speech, Hiro, but I’m not playing to lose.”

“Makes two of us.” He finally left the room. Over his shoulder, he added, “Don’t wait up! It may be tomorrow before I leave Sybil’s bed.”