Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Twenty Two | Axel

I pull into the driveway of the target's house and shut the car off. “We’re just gonna walk up and knock?” Cordelia asks.

“How else do you expect him to let us in?” I turn my head to look at her, wondering if the rush of her orgasm at ninety miles an hour has made her dumb.

“Listen, I don’t do this kind of shit, I find my victims in a very specific way, remember?” She crosses her arms over her chest, did I make her mad?

“Yes Cordelia, we’ll knock on his door and when he opens it, I’ll barge through knocking him back.”

“Oh, like in the movies?” She wiggles her shoulders and claps her hands. “Let’s go!”

“Slow down. We don’t want to set off any alarms before we knock. We’ll go to the door, holding hands and peacefully. It’s all about the appearance, we can’t look threatening.”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” She asks.

“You know what I mean.”

“Oh, better idea. I lure him with my sex appeal.”

“What?”

“If I walk up to his door alone, a meek lonely woman, he’ll open the door without hesitating, then boom, you kick the door in and hit him in the face before he can touch me!” She says with far too much excitement, but honestly it’s going to work far better than us going up together.

“Fine. But the second he tries to touch you.”

“Yeah he won’t. I don’t like when people touch me without permission, remember?”

“I do.” I reply with a smile.

“Yeah, well, fuck off. That’s not the point.” She pulls her shirt down, showing more cleavage than I approve of and messes with her hair. A growl leaves my chest as she turns to look at me, she rolls her eyes. “Oh hush you, they’re just tits.”

“Those are my tits.”

“Come on. Let’s get our guy.” She pops out of the car and heads up to his door quicker than I like. I stick to the front of the house, and make my way up the stairs through a blind spot of the front door as she raises her hand and knocks.

The door cracks open and I see a pair of eyes looking at Cordelia. “Can you help me?” Cordelia says with a crack in her voice.

“What do you need?” He says angrily.

“My phone died and I’m so lost. I got off the highway for some gas and I have no idea where I am.” She’s almost in tears. Damn, she’s good. I almost believe her story and I know it’s made up.

He moves to open the door and Cordelia steps to the side, giving me the space I’ll need. I rush the door, knocking it into him with my shoulder as he grunts and falls to the ground. I should probably tell her that this guy is a serial rapist with thick connections to her family, but I wanted to see what she could do. And she did the damn thing.

Bending down, I grab the douchebag by his shirt and pull him up off the ground and carry his bitch ass to the old recliner, throwing him down in it. “W-w-whatever you want. I c-c-can get it.” He says, stuttering just a little.

Cordelia comes in the door and shuts it behind her, humming as she places her hands behind her back, cocking her head to the side as she steps up next to me. “I don’t think he understands why we’re here.”

“Who are you?”

“Hello Branden Troy Baker, my name is Axel Mazitti, and I’ll be asking you the questions tonight.” I state as his eyes go wide.

“Fucking legendary introduction.” Cordelia holds up her hand like she’s an Italian talking about food. I’m watching her and when she looks at me the smile on her face is huge, “Sorry, continue.” She clears her throat and tucks her hand behind her back again.

“Do you two need a moment? I can go.” Branden says, trying to push up out of the chair.

“Sit the fuck down.” I say as I punch him in the face.

“I don’t have any knives here.” Cordelia sighs.

“There’s a full set of things you’re going to need in the trunk little deer, I made sure you’d have what you needed.” I reach into my pocket and hand her the key. “If you leave I will find you.”

“No way I’m leaving right now, I’m too excited for this.”

“Excited for what? Knives? Oh god.” Branden starts crying. Why do grown men keep crying at the thought of Cordelia slicing them up? She’s just a tiny human with a big personality, oh and I suppose the thirst for blood could be off putting to normal people. But this asshole likes to rape unconscious women, I guess they can’t say no if you don’t have to ask. Sick bastard.

Cordelia reappears faster than I expect and hands me the key back. “When can I start?” She asks, bouncing on her toes.

“Please, I’ll tell you whatever you want.” Branden cries out.

“Oh gross, he’s a crier?” Her shoulders drop in disappointment, that’s exactly what I thought. I guess the whole, great minds think alike thing, is true.

“I’ll grab a kitchen chair and you unroll the plastic that's in the bag.” I point down to the black bag in her hands and she nods.

As I walk through this sort of dirty house, and by dirty I don’t mean lived in, I mean there’s fucking dust and actual dirt and leaves in the house, I realize that Cordelia is about to turn me on in the best possible way and my dick is still covered in her already. Which means she’s still dripping cum out of her pussy. The thought of her underwear soaked from me makes my dick hard, great.

I picked up the small wooden kitchen chair and made my way back into the living room where Branden is watching my girl. My blood starts to boil until I look at her, wrestling with the plastic. She looks ridiculous as the clear sheet lays over her head as she tries unfolding it.

“Little deer.” I say softly. “The plastic goes on the floor under you, not on you.”

She pulls it off her head and huffs, “I’m aware!” She snaps as she fluffs the plastic out like a sheet, letting it fall to the ground. “See, I’m not an idiot.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” Branden says, making us both look at him. “What? That was weird.”

“You were just crying. You don’t get a say.” Cordelia as she smooths out one of the corners. “Also, you’re not even tied up, why haven’t you tried to run?” She pops a hip out and places her hand on it.

“He hits hard.” Branden says, nodding his head towards me. “Plus I figured whatever you want to know, I’ll just tell you and hopefully you’ll just leave without actually hurting me.” He states far too calmly for my taste.

“Oh, Branden.” I sigh as I drag the chair over. “Move to the chair.” I place the chair in the center of the plastic and put my hands on the back of it, leaning over to look at him. He pops up and moves over without a single word. His cooperation to his own demise is a little unsettling, I don’t think he quite understands what’s actually about to happen. Then again a man who rapes women who don’t know they’re being raped is a special kind of breed.

Cordelia looks at me, her brows furrowing in confusion and I shake my head at her to not push it. I just pick up the rope and tie his hands and legs together, looping it around and through the chair. When I’m finish, I move off the plastic and sit down in the chair he was in and cross my leg up on my knee, ready to watch her work.