30. A Deal With The Devil
-Jameson-
After riding with Dario back to Jade’s, I stitched up his forearm. He said he’s going to wait for the others to get back and see how he can help with everything that just went down. I told him good fucking luck and left, unfortunately, I have somewhere else to be. I couldn’t care less how bad the roads are. Where I need to go is too far for me to ride this fucking snow mobile. I need my truck, so I’m heading back to the Academy to retrieve my beast.
“Let’s get this over with Jameson, we want the Blood Queen.”
“Yea, fuck that baby, go get our girl.”
“Always such a disappointment.”
“She needs a break, shut the fuck up.” I shake my head to get rid of the voices. I haven’t heard them in a while. Being The Carver for so long has its perks of not having the voices taunting me, how ironic.
“She needs her Blood King, he’s the only one who can take the pain away.”
“We need her blood, let us taste her.”
“He’s selfish, just like father.”
“Fuck off, I have things to do. Let me concentrate without you three yapping in my head.”
“There’s only one way to shut it off.”
“Come on, do it. You’re boring us.”
“Leave him be, he will be punished soon enough.”
Shaking my head again, they finally fucking quiet down. I need to try to make this right and get the baby back. Most of all, I want to know who the monster was that drowned Harper. Once I have an answer, I will let Spade handle what happens next. I take the hill at high speeds, drifting out of control on the ice, spinning. Chuckling, I probably look like a fucking moron driving up this thing. I finally right myself and head the rest of the way across, going back the same way we all came. I park the stupid thing in front of the maintenance garage. A groundskeeper comes out and I chuck the keys at him.
“Thanks man.” I wink, and he shakes his head. What’s he gonna say? Nothing, because he knows if he does, there will be deadly consequences. It’s funny how one tiny threat can make a man piss his pants and do whatever you say. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to know everyone’s deepest depraved secrets.
I climb into my Ram and crank her on, turning the heat all the way up, it’s colder than a witch’s tit out here. I’m not sure how bad the roads really are and where I am heading is about an hour away from school. Pulling out of the Academy gates, I get an alert on my phone. I open it to see there is motion in Jade’s bedroom. Clicking the live feed, the first thing I hear is moaning, and then the video loads and I see Dario laying in Jade’s bed. Slowly stroking his length, eyes closed, as he tightens his fist, grunting her name.
“Swirl that tongue on my tip, Kitten,” he groans, picking up the pace. I pull over to the side of the road and take my cock out; it’s already hard from his moans.
“I want you to gag on Daddy’s cock as I cum down your tight throat.” He sits up and spits on his hand, grabbing his dick stroking faster. I keep the same pace, tightening my grip, running my thumb over the pre cum already pooling on the tip.
“Mmm, that’s right Princess, swallow Daddy’s cock.” I say, stroking faster.
“Just like that, Kitten, take it, eyes on me little minx. I want to look into your eyes while you make me cum.” He groans, jerking his dick faster.
“Come on Princess, swallow him, make him cum for us.” I moan, keeping pace with Dario. Fuck, I’m going to bust a nut all over myself, like I’m fifteen all over again. God damn it.
“Eyes on me Kitten, relax your throat and swallow my load, you dirty little cum slut.” Dario moans, shooting his load all over his stomach. I feel that familiar tingle up my spine. I stroke faster.
“Fuck, Princess. Such a good fucking girl,” I say through gritted teeth as I cum so fucking hard into my hand. God damn. I press the talk button on the live feed.
“For someone who is about to get married, you sure as fuck just came to the one you truly love. Thanks for the show and the busted nut.” I laugh. Dario’s head snaps towards the camera and he smirks, giving me the finger. He shakes his head and leaves her room. I click the camera button on my phone, switch it to video and press record. I slowly slurp the cum from my hand and swallow the salty bitterness. With a moan I wink into the camera and end the recording. I send it to Jade, letting her know that the load was for her. I tuck myself back into my pants and get back onto the road and head to the one place I despise going to.
It doesn’t take long to get to the house of fucking horrors. I pull up to the gate and enter the code. The gates open and I drive up the circular driveway, stopping towards the end so I have easy access to leave this fucking place. I shut the truck off and exit. Walking up to the front door, my anger rises. I key in the code and swing it open. I walk through the foyer and down to the office. The one place I hate being in. As I approach the door, I hear moans. I turn the knob and push the door open, letting it smash against the wall. The girl screams and tries to cover herself.
“Hello Son, it’s nice of you to join us. Would you like a turn? Her pussy is quite delectable,” says the man who’s fucking an underaged girl against his desk. Blood pours from her mouth, her face is riddled with bruises and her clothes are shredded, hanging from her body. Rounding the desk, I punch him in the face, causing him to stumble back with his dick swinging in the wind. I punch him again, slamming him to the ground. Grabbing a hold of his collar with both hands, I smash his head onto the wood floor. He groans. I turn to the girl.
“Kill him, Jameson.”
“This is the perfect time. Don’t waste it.”
“Use his cutters and cut his dick off.”
“Get the fuck out, this is your only warning. Leave!” I yell, shaking my head. She gets up in a panic, grabs her scattered items and leaves the room. Hearing the front door slam, I turn back to my father, who has a paper cutter in his hand. He swings his arm slicing at my chest and I growl, grabbing him by the shirt and punching him again.
“Where’s the fucking baby, Father? I know you had something to do with the ambush at the warehouse. I want fucking names of every person who slaughtered those fucking kids, or so help me God, you won’t leave this room alive,” I spit at him.
“Come on do it.”
“We want his tainted blood on our hands.”
“As always, such a disappointment.”
“Tsk, Tsk, Son. You can’t kill me just yet. Now get the fuck off me so we can have a conversation.” He says through gritted teeth. I let him go and stand up. I walk over to the chairs on the opposite side of his desk and sit, crossing my legs, waiting for him to get himself together.
“Loser.”
“Fucking useless.”
“Just like your mother.”
“That was quite the entrance; there will be consequences for what you just did.” He says with a sinister smile.
“It won’t be the last time I punch you in the fucking face. Now tell me what I need to know. My patience is wearing fucking thin.” I growl.
“Liar.”
“You will never kill him.”
“Such a scared little boy.”
“You misunderstood me, Son. Not getting a taste of that young pussy was your first mistake, and letting her go was your second.” He takes a cigar out and I stiffen.
“See, you’re still scared of the cigar.”
“He’s scared of a lot of things.”
“Such a failure.”
“Where is the baby?” I ask again, shaking my head. I’m not in the mood for his games and I do not want to be here longer than I need to.
“Since I have you here, you owe me.” he says, cutting the cigar and lighting it.
“Owe you for what? Just tell me where the fucking baby is.” I slam my fists on his desk. He looks up at me and narrows his eyes.
“Spade and his little band of misfits intercepted the shipment, that stunt cost me a shit ton of money. I do hope Spade realizes I know that Ophelia is Judge Fitzgerald’s only daughter, and I have no problem taking her as collateral. I’m pretty sure her father would let me without hesitation.” He smirks. Sick fuck.
“You’re sick like him too.”
“No, you’re sicker.”
“You fucked the corpse of your Blood Queen’s mother.”
“So, you mean to tell me, not only are you running for President and selling and killing women, but now you’re dealing in children?” I raise a brow, completely disgusted as usual with the man before me.
“Not quite, my hands are in a lot of pots. The fucking and killing is correct; I will win the presidency, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. As far as the children go, it’s a simple business deal. I was asked to help with the shipment. I wasn’t the buyer, but because I oversaw it, and because there was no shipment to transfer, I now have to pay the price.” He takes a puff of the rancid smelling cigar.
“I don’t give a shit what you owe. I’ll ask again, where is the baby?”
“He’s safe, for now.” He hits the cigar again.
“That’s not an answer. I want to return him to his parents before this starts a war, I’m not sure you can handle.” I smirk.
“I’ll hand him over to you, but you have to do something for me.” He raises his brow. Of course, there’s always a price to pay to get anything from this fucking man.
“What is it?” I growl. Seriously losing my patience.?
“It’s not like you are going to do anything.”
“Lose your patience, sissy Mary.”
“Show him The Carver.”
“I need you to kill the President of the Devil’s Incarnate on Christmas Day and make it look gang related.” He smirks. He’s got to be fucking kidding me.?
“You want me to start a club war? Why?”
“The why doesn’t matter. A life for a life. You get this job done and I’ll return the kid the minute John takes his last breath,” he says, putting the cigar out in his ashtray. At least it’s not me he’s using this time. This is what he wants? He wants me to kill Jade’s dad. A life for a life. Fucking hell.?
“Deal.”
And just like that, a deal with the devil is made.