Chapter Fifteen
Devious
I have been planning to attack Cashel for the longest time. My IT guy was able to hack into Leon’s phone and get the location of Cashel. I’m going to make this bastard beg for his life. Four days go by, and I change into my all-black suit and boots. I stride to my secret weapon room, which is hidden at the back of my library, grab two handguns and a knife, and place them in my holster.
When I’m in the car, I call up Damien and tell him to gather up ten soldiers in case a big showdown takes places.
I can’t get Shelby’s dead face out of my mind. The way she was riding his dick as her tits bounced up and down, how he kissed her neck and she stared at him like she used to look at me with such love and want. My mouth goes dry, and sweat blankets my forehead. I bang my fist on the side of the door, and King glances at me through the rearview mirror.
“Is everything all right, sir?”
“Yeah.”
He nods, and his eyes veer to the road.
“I’m sorry, Devious. But I don’t love you anymore.”
Her words ring in my ear. She told me she didn’t love me a few minutes before her death.
I was too blinded by love to see she didn’t want me. To see I was suffocating her, squeezing the life out of her. Despite all of this, I still care for her and I moved on with my life. It’s the nightmares that keeps coming back. Roselyn has been on my mind lately, and I’ve been watching her sleep through the camera in her room. I want this woman and if she thinks I’m not going to take her virginity then she’s more na?ve than I thought. I can’t stop thinking about her. Every day I get a full report on her from the staff. I know she wants her freedom, but she has to earn that from me. I can’t wait to have her down on her knees, with her lips wrapped around the head of my dick.
King parks the car across the street from Cashel’s house. The SUV pulls up next to me, and Max and a few other soldiers get out of the vehicle. I follow suit as I take out my gun and place a silencer on the tip.
Slowly, we walk up the run-down porch with cracks in the center. The oakwood house is wilting, and the bottom of the building appears to be eaten by termites. I remember this house. When we were teenagers, Cashel used to bring his girls here to fuck them. This house belonged to his nonno on his mother’s side.
“I need everyone to be alert, and when I say attack, you attack. Leave no one alive unless it’s a child,” I order.
Damien steps in front of me, and two other soldiers stand behind me. Once we make it to the front door, Damien kicks the door in. Liam, Cashel’s younger brother, aims his gun at us along with his soldiers. Disappointment yields in my chest. Gunshots fire, and Liam jumps out of the way, hiding behind a bedroom door. His soldiers’ bodies hit the floor one by one. The place is painted in blood like a scene straight out of a horror film. I aim my gun at his head.
“Come out with your hands up, Liam. Your soldiers are dead,” I demand.
He tosses his gun to the carpet, making a thud sound, then places his hand on the back of his head, falling to his knees.
He’s the spitting image of Cashel. Same green eyes. Same pointy nose. Same pale skin.
“Where is Cashel?” I scowl.
“How the fuck should I know? He made me a soldier.” His tone is deep.
I cock the gun, nudging the barrel at the back of his head.
He flinches, biting his bottom lip. “Look, man. He ordered me to live here.”
He knew I was coming, so he used his brother as a sacrifice. Cashel doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself. I have to make an example out of Liam. That is the only way. I can draw him out from where he’s at. Cashel was close with Liam at one point, but something must have happened between the two of them for him to turn his back on him.
“You remember when I used to try to tag along? I don’t want to be caught up between your guys’ bullshit. I ju—”
I pull the trigger. Blood sprays on my suit, and his limp body falls to the white carpet.
“Watch the front door. Kill anyone who walks in the house,” I tell Damien, and he does what I say. I need to search the property for any paperwork with Cashel’s location. I should have known he wouldn’t be here.
Peeking in every room, I make sure there isn’t anyone in sight. I check the computer room and wiggle the mouse, and the screen comes to life. There is a password, and I tell one of my soldiers to put the computer into the car so I can have my IT guy hack into it. I empty out the drawer, and old receipts fall to the carpet. Closing the drawer, I hear sounds coming from the bathroom.
What the fuck?
As I take out my gun from the holster, I twist the knob on the metal door, and a sharp knife jabs into my side as a naked woman screams at the top of her lungs. She tries to run past me, but I yank her by the neck, aiming my gun at her mouth, pulling the trigger and leaving a gigantic hole that exposes her damaged tongue. Blood splatters the shower curtain and tiles. I toss her naked, limp body into the tub.
As I pull the knife from my side, I rush to the front entrance of the house. Damien sees me, rushes toward me, and wraps my arm around his neck.
“Take me home. Call the doctor once we’re in the car.”
The soldiers pile into the car, and we head home. Once I’m there, Damien helps me up to the master bedroom, and I stretch out on the bed. Blood drenches my black shirt and pants. Roselyn walks inside wearing a crop top and shorts. My eyes trail over her legs and up to her face.
I can’t wait to have her legs wrapped around me, but it’ll be a while. I’m not going to force her until she’s ready.
She stands there with her eyes glued to the scene. Dr. Taylor hurries into the room with her stethoscope around her neck and a black bag in her hand. She’s been our famiglia’s doctor for years now. Her black corkscrew hair is in a high ponytail, and yoga pants hug her thin thighs and legs.
“I came as fast as I could,” she says, getting out a pair of scissors, cutting up my shirt, and examining the wound. “The cut is not deep enough to pierce an organ, but you will need stitches,” she says, rummaging through her bag, then taking out a cream and rubbing it on the wound. The pain stops after a few minutes when it numbs. She takes out a thread and needle, sewing my skin together, then sprays alcohol onto the wound, placing a gauze and tape on it.
“I’m going to prescribe you antibiotics. I’ll be back in a few weeks to check on your wound,” she says, pivoting on the balls of her feet.
The minute she’s out of earshot, Damien asks, “What the hell happened?” He thrusts his thick fingers through his chestnut hair.
“A woman stabbed me,” I tell him. “Leave. I need to be alone with my wife.”
Ten minutes later, Roselyn stares at me.
I stare back at her, taking in her hair falling over her shoulders.
“Are you on bed rest?” she asks.
“No, but I’m going to be working from home for the next week.”
Her face falls, and she grinds her molars.
I’m going to use this time to get on her good side and try to be a better husband for her. The thing is, I can’t stop thinking about this crazy woman, no matter how much I try. I sneak into her room and watch her sleep and when I have to work over night I watch her through the camera.
“You’re going to take care of me,” I say.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because if you want some freedom, you have to prove that you’re loyal.”
She stands in front of me, staring at my dressing and my abs, then her cheeks turn rosy red. “Define freedom.”
“You’ll get an iPad.”
“What do you need from me?”
“Nothing right now.”
Shaking her head, she leaves the room. I grab my phone from my pocket and dial Aiden’s number. He picks up on the fifth ring. “What’s up, bro?”
“Are you busy?” I ask.
“Not at this particular moment.”
I need to regroup and strategize because once Cashel finds out I killed his brother, he’ll try to retaliate as much as he can, and I need to be prepared for it.
“Come by. Call up everyone for a famiglia emergency.”
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” He hangs up the phone.