Chapter 34
Lockhart
There’s no faking the paperwork this time. I hand delivered the DNA evidence myself. I look over the results matching Jamison’s DNA to mine. How did I not see it? In my defense, I never thought the original paperwork sent to me was real, let alone that it was possibly a match to a twin. How the hell did she get the original DNA to begin with? No matter. All my questions should be answered soon enough.
The door to my office swings open, making me growl out loud.
“I told you to knock,” I say without looking up.
“Sorry, sir,” one of my newer men says, as he yanks a woman in by her arm. “This one has given me a lot of trouble.”
I look up to see her struggling with him as he decides to shove her to the ground.
“That will be all,” I reply to him, thoroughly unimpressed. “I cannot fucking wait for Devin to come back. The rest of my men are complete imbeciles. The woman with mousy brown hair looks up at me, her vibrant blue eyes full of hatred.
“Hello, Eve,” I say with a smirk. She glares at me from the floor as I stand from my desk and make my way around to her. I squat down in front of her, eyeing her body. She’s still as beautiful as I remember, though maybe a bit more frail looking. She could definitely use a few extra meals.
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to find out who sent me that paperwork?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about," she says, looking down at the floor. I push a lock of hair behind her ear, causing her body to tense.
“Oh, Eve. I traced that DNA paperwork right back to your shitty little apartment,” I reply, with a smile, causing her head to snap back up.
“What DNA paperwork?” She asks me quizzically.
She’s fucking good. She genuinely looks like she has no idea what I’m talking about. If I had more time, I would love to play. The truth is, I’m not only out of time, but my patience is running low as well. My hand shoots out and my fingers wrap around her delicate throat.
“No more games,” I say, tightening my grip. “You sent me DNA paperwork that matched one of the twins with me. I had my own tests run and they matched up.”
Her eyes go wide and she leans away from me. “I didn’t send you those papers, Ethan. You were never supposed to find out about them.”
“Bullshit!” I scream, slamming her back to the ground as she tries to crawl away from me. “Where the fuck have you been all of this time, huh? Where have you been hiding?” I straddle her as she struggles against my hand still locked around her throat. She purses her lips in defiance, which only serves to piss me off further. I stand up quickly and drag her towards my desk by her hair.
“If you won’t answer me, I might as well get some other use from you,” I say as I yank her frail body from the ground and bend her over my desk. She’s still in the nightgown she wore to bed when my men grabbed her. Leaning over her, I whisper in her ear, “Are you still innocent or did my Vixen learn a thing or two over the years?”
“No, please don’t," she cries out. My free hand pushes up under her gown to rip her panties off while my other hand smashes her head to the desk, holding her in place. “Last chance,” I say, spitting on my already hard dick and lining it up with her entrance. “Where have you been, Vixen, and why was I unable to find you?”
“I was sent away!” She screams out, making me pause. “My parents made a deal with yours. Give up the babies and disappear. They paid for everything. They didn’t even ask me what I wanted.”
“They didn’t even give me a choice," she says, sobbing. I rip her head sideways and watch entranced as tears fall down her cheek. The site only makes my dick harder. I lean in and lick her cheek, the salty taste sliding over my tongue.
“Would you have stayed?” I ask her. She eyes me, but doesn’t respond, so I smile down at her as I thrust myself inside her tight pussy. She screams out loud at my brutal entrance. Wherever she has been hidden, she wasn’t being touched, I’m certain of it. She’s just as tight as I remember.
“It's okay,” I whisper in her ear, picking up my pace. “I think I’ll keep you now, anyway