Chapter 25
Lockhart
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I scream at my desk as I stand hunched over it, staring at my phone screen. Devin’s face is visible, but he’s not looking directly at me. He’s got me propped up on the counter of some shitty bathroom while he re-wraps his hand. I can see the wound that that little bitch inflicted on him is still bleeding from both sides of his hand. A nicer man would care. I’m not a nicer man. He’s sweating profusely, probably from the pain. Fucking pussy. How can someone who enjoys inflicting pain on others be such a goddamn little bitch.
He turns to me after shoving a couple pills in his mouth and grabs his phone to hold it closer to his face. “I’m sorry, boss. I already have myself scheduled for the next flight out. I won’t let you down again.”
“Damn right you won’t,” I seethe into the phone. “I don’t need another fuck up, Devin. Only the best will be at my side. Everyone else will be discarded like the rest of the trash.”
“Understood," he replies, while looking directly at me. That’s what I like about Devin. He knows his place and he’s eager to keep it. I won’t trust anyone ever fully, but he’s as close as they get. I hang up the phone without saying goodbye and breathe out a heavy sigh. Movement on the floor to my left catches my eye.
“It’s okay,” I say, petting the head of the cowering man curled up on his knees, looking at the floor. He’s completely naked and collared, the hard ridges of his body fully on display for me. His body quakes with fear, making me smile. “Daddy isn’t mad at you.”
My phone rings again, dragging my face from my pet.
“A little birdie told me you made a deal recently. A deal involving a club that I was also utilizing," the voice says smoothly when I answer the call.
I smirk. “It served a purpose.”
“Did it now?” he asks. I can tell it's more of a statement and not so much of a question, but we have been sharing small pieces of information for quite some time now, so no harm in letting on a little more.
“It did,” I reply. “I needed Xavier off my back. He signed everything over to me.” I can’t help the triumph I feel over that statement.
He chuckles, “Ahh, the infamous nephew. Whatever will you do without an heir?”
“I don’t need a fucking heir. I don’t need anyone trying to usurp me.” I grit my teeth together to control my temper. He doesn’t know that I might, in fact, have an heir. One I knew nothing about until recently when DNA papers mysteriously showed up in an envelope to my office. Of course they could have been fake, but I can’t take any chances. I need to know for one hundred percent certainty.
“Someone else will try to take you out and if they succeed…” he voices, cutting into my thoughts.
“You let me worry about that. It doesn’t concern you.”
“It concerns me when it begins to affect the business…and The Triad," he says, angrily. “Slaves keep ending up missing and it all leads back to us. It’s only a matter of time before we have more than just the third breathing down our neck.”
“I know,” I sigh out in frustration. “I’m taking care of my end, so how about you worry about yours for now, especially considering our issues have been commingled.”
“Excuse me?” He asks. The annoyance in his voice is evident.
“Oh yes, you didn’t know yet?” I snicker. “Well, I look forward to your phone call after you pay your precious heir a little visit. And just so we are clear, I expect a return on my investment. I’m sending someone to collect for me soon.” My finger clicks end call and I lean back in my chair sighing in clear frustration. I can feel my control slowly slipping. Years of making sure everything worked in my favor. Years of me executing the perfect plan, slowly collecting all of my pieces, and carefully placing them where they need to be. Now it could all end with one fucking file, that it seems, has created twice as many problems. I stare at the file with disgust, my past memories rushing to the forefront of my mind.
The little vixen who hung around my brother and all of his friends. She was a sexy little thing, only a few years younger than me. I knew the minute I saw her I had wanted her, even if she had eyes for my brother. I could see it in the way she watched him, but he never returned the sentiment. He didn’t see what was right in front of him and instead, chose to play the third wheel in his friend's love life instead. Idiot. It didn’t take much to woo her away. A few nice gestures and she was putty in my hands. She was also a fucking tease, never letting me get too close. After a few months, I grew tired of her games, pretending she was innocent and dragging me along. So I did what any logical man would do, what my father had ingrained in me from birth.
“A man takes what he wants, son. He doesn’t wait for it to fall into his lap," he had said.
So I did. I took that little vixen out to the middle of the woods, promises of a picnic under the stars, and I stole from her. I stole the innocence I never thought she had. I fucked her on a blanket under those stars, her hands held tightly above her head while she cried out for me to stop. I licked the tears from her cheeks, while forcing myself inside her tight virgin cunt, the feel of her breaking around me while I thrust myself inside her, coming harder than I ever had in my life. The sight of my dick, streaked with the blood of her innocence as I pulled from her, was one I will never forget. My cum, dripping from her sweet pussy, so satisfying while she curled in on herself and cried.
Only then did I realize my mistake. In my attempt to grasp what I had wanted so badly, I had forgotten the one thing I never had before. The condom. A matter for the morning, I remember thinking, before taking her again, and again, and again. The next morning I was dropping her off down the street from her home, my cum, no doubt dried between her thighs. I had quickly acquired a small pill from the family doctor that same morning and I placed it into her hands, reminding her to not speak of the night's events to anyone ever.
“Say one word and I'll make sure your entire family disappears,” I had said as I grasped her chin tightly. “You belong to me now.”
She had left my car and I watched as she carefully slipped inside her home, attempting not to wake her parents. She tried to avoid me but she could never get too far. For months, I forced myself on her any way I could, whenever the opportunity arose and she never spoke a word to anyone. One day she just disappeared, not a trace to be found. Her family gone and the house left vacant. Eve…
Where the fuck is she now? I’ve scoured every file I could find. Hired countless private investigators, yet I still don’t know what happened to her. She is the only explanation. The only time I was ever so stupid. Young and eager to take what had been teased and dangled in front of my face. I hadn’t realized what the repercussions could be until now. Stupid of me to trust that girl to take the pill I had given to her. I should have forced it down her throat, followed by my dick. I should have made her swallow it down, chased by my cum. So. Fucking. Stupid. My father would be disgusted with me.
“Come here,” I grit out as I yank the leash on my pet. He falls forward onto his hands and knees before quickly crawling to me. I pet his head, running my hands through his hair. “Be a good boy and take care of daddy.”