Chapter 4
Cruz
Iblow out a bored breath as I tip my chair back onto two legs until I’m staring up at the ceiling, wondering what Tillie is doing right at this moment. Probably fucking one of those fuckers who think they can touch what is mine.
Always been mine. I had been her first.
Well, I wasn’t the one who took her virginity. I let the club members do that so she could see I had all the control. She was mine to do with what I wanted. I took her virgin ass, though. That painful reminder will stick with her always, along with the scars as I shoved into her dry asshole. I have dreams of doing it again, over and over, as she cries until her face is a mess with tears and snot. Wrecking and controlling her is what makes me feel alive, and I’ll never give that up.
Ever.
“Are you listening to a fucking word I’m saying?”
Ah. Yes. The annoying pitter-patter that never stops nagging in my head. All of these people are useless, like ants that follow the rest of the colony. Their gang turfs and power plays mean nothing to me, but I have an end-game plan that involves Tillie coming to me, and unfortunately, I need these cunts to get what I want.
“What's your name again?” I roll my neck on my shoulders and slam my chair back down until I’m looking at the fucker in his muddy brown eyes.
“Franco,” he grits out between his teeth in annoyance as he grips the lapels of his suit jacket and straightens it with a flick of his wrists before crossing his ankle over his knee.
“You're just the muscle around here, right? Why are you at this meeting? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” I draw out slowly as if he’s all muscle and no brain just to piss him off.
“Fuck you, you little shit. Do you know who I am?!” Franco starts to turn an ugly shade of red as he stares at me like I give a shit.
News flash, I don’t care who the fuck he is. I’ll slaughter him like a pig because, in the end, that’s all he is. A pig in the pen just waiting to head to the butcher.
“Enough!” Jin barks, his lighter flickering open as he puffs on his cigar until it’s lit at the end and circles of smoke escape his mouth.
“I was at a meeting with the mayor. Get to the point: what’s so important that you need me here because I have political hands to shake and babies’ foreheads to kiss,” Franco demands, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair as he stares Jin down.
Very interesting.
I sense a power play here, and I wonder who’s going to make it on the other side. These two don’t trust each other. Anyone can tell how they try to keep their facial expressions stoic, except the eyes tell a different story.
Mistrust.
Power hungry.
And my favorite, greed.
These two fuckers are going to be staring down each other’s guns at some point, and I can’t wait to see how much of a bloodbath it’s going to be.
Things just got interesting. Maybe I won’t have to kill them; I can watch from the sidelines as they destroy themselves.
“What’s so important is that we’ve been double-crossed.” Jin tries to appear calm as if he’s not worried, but I see everything.
His stiff shoulders, the way his other hand is clenched on top of his desk, and the firm line of his mouth.
These people worry about their money, drugs, and power. I don’t care about any of that. The only thing I want is Tillie. To possess her every waking moment, keep her locked in a tight cage as I use her body over and over again until her eyes become vacant and I’m all she can see. I can’t wait to carve my name all over her skin so that in any direction she turns, I’ll see my initials deeply engraved on her flesh no matter what.
“Who?” Franco asks tightly as a bead of sweat collects on his temple while he leans forward in his seat.
My gaze snaps down to his hand as his fingers sneak into the waistband of his pants for his gun that’s tucked into the right corner.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I get comfortable in my chair. Franco looks a tad nervous, which only proves my point that he’s sneaking around behind Jin’s back. My guess is probably moving money around and planning on taking over the whole operation they have going together.
“My children were spotted leaving Dom’s residence by my men,” Jin grinds out, his fist gripping his cigar so hard it breaks in half.
Franco scoffs under his breath and relaxes back in his seat.
“I’m not surprised. Nicholas has never fallen in line, has he?” Franco rubs a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his satisfied smirk yet falling miserable.
Jin isn’t a fool. His eyes spark in anger, and he sets down his cigar in the ashtray as he gives Franco his full attention.
“It would seem both our children could never fall in line as you say. I have already disowned my children and taken Nicola as leverage for Nicholas to come willingly to me. What will you do to get Logan to obey?” Jin props his feet on his desk and steeples his fingers under his chin while he stares down Franco with a pleased expression.
“No. My son would never disrespect me. He wouldn’t…Fuck!” The fool next to me huffs out labored breaths, gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles are white.
I’m actually having a good time. I was getting bored, however this has taken a pleasant turn of events.
“I would suggest turning Logan to our side or getting rid of him. We don’t have time for these, shall we say, hiccups. I want respect. If he stays, I want proven loyalty.” Jin stares Franco down, waiting until he gets a silent agreement in return with one single nod.
“Good. I want the girl gone, though. She’s a weakness and corrupted our sons.” Jin addresses me this time with a raised eyebrow.
I can’t help the pleased grin that spreads across my face.
“I have her wrapped around my finger. She won’t be a problem.” I pat my leather vest pocket, feeling the photo and finger inside.
“She better not,” Jin warns me, making me clench my teeth as my finger twitches to reach for my gun.
No one threatens me.
“I’ll keep you updated. I have the judge coming over in a couple hours for dinner. Logan and Tillie will be there. I’ll have your evidence by tonight where my son stands,” Franco announces tightly and stands up, buttoning his suit jacket before striding toward the door.
“Hey, Chief,” I sing out just as he opens the door.
His shoulders stiffen further under his fancy suit before he turns around to look at me with narrowed brown eyes.
“Yes?” he grinds out, his left eye twitching as I don’t say anything for a minute and take my time reaching into my breast pocket.
“Give this to Tillie, will ya? And please let her know I’ll be expecting an answer in two days.” I toss the bundled gift with a thin, red ribbon tied around it and watch a look of disgust cross his face as he catches it one-handed out of the air.
He gazes at the photo for a split second and holds it up to the light as he turns the bloody finger around to see the ring that’s just past the knuckle.
A signature of the Demon Jokers is engraved on the shiny metal. Only one man ever wore that ring. Tillie will know right away who it belongs to.
“That is all.” I feel giddy from the way his whole face flushes red at how I dismiss him.
He’ll learn his place. I’m so far out of his reach, that he’s just a speck compared to me. I’ll kill him without remorse and sleep like a baby, never to think of him again. I wave my fingers at him as my grin slides off my face as he puts my gift away in his pants pocket and a smirk slowly spreads across his mouth.
“I’ll make sure she gets it.” He sounds like he means more than just my gifts, which has my breathing pick up as rage consumes me, “You know, I get what all the fuss is about. Her tight, pink pussy tastes like pure honey and fucking sunshine as she comes on my tongue… heaven. Gentlemen,” he says cockily as he turns and walks away, waving arrogantly over his shoulder.
What. The. Fuck.
“What did he just- he fucked Tillie?” I’m seething and can feel the vein on my forehead throb.
“I wouldn’t say he fucked her, more like he devoured her pussy like a starving man. From my understanding, Payne made him when he came to visit, though I don’t think Franco put up much of a fight. Don’t worry about it, Franco is a man consumed by grief and sees things that aren’t really there. Like his dead wife.” Jin waves his hand in the air, dismissing the subject before calling his men into the room.
I don’t move a muscle. I’m still staring at the doorway and developing a plan.
He touched… tasted her sweet pussy… took something of mine.
I was just going to take Tillie once she fell into my arms willingly, but now… I think I’ll have to make a brief detour. Kill all the men who have touched her and stared at her naked body. I’ll start with Franco. He will regret ever thinking he could taste her honey when it’s been mine all along.
My knife will plunge into his chest cavity over and over again until I’m tearing through flesh, tendons, and muscles. Until I can see his rib cage holding his heart. I’ll carve my name into the beating organ and rip it out so that’s the last thing he sees.
No one takes what’s mine away from me. No one threatens me.
I’ll end them all, and as I’m staining my hands red with their blood, Tillie won’t be able to do anything. I have her right where I want her.