Page 74 of Midnight Legacy

Her phone pinged again in that chirp that echoed through my head. Cassandra giggled at my expression. It had been her idea to text him back and now I was stuck exchanging messages with an asshole who wanted to impregnate my wife to maximise his bounty.

Groaning, I lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I padded to the kitchen to grab the offending phone. Our best guess was that he got her number from when she ordered takeaway to the apartment on the night of Michael’s funeral. He probably followed the delivery driver back and got her details. The texts had only started after that.

Cassandra lifted her phone. “Seriously, Zee?” she asked, skimming through the messages.

“I know what men like to hear.” It was true, men responded to a certain language. The filthier the texts, the more the little pervert had responded. He obviously thought she was a bored housewife looking for a little excitement.

“Whose breasts are these?” Cassandra leaned back to glare down at me.

My eyebrow arched at her tone. A real sub would back down instantly. Instead she stared at me, demanding an answer.

I sighed in defeat. “They belong to Carly. Ash took them when the phone pervert began to ask for return pics.”

“Uh-huh.”

“You do realise that your ass is going to be very red tonight?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Still want to continue this line of questioning?”

A sexy little grin formed on her lips. “Uh-huh.”

“Minx.” I pushed her back against the wall and smashed my lips into hers. It was the easiest way to win an argument with Cassandra. She moaned into my mouth, her hands sliding into my hair.

I wanted all this to be over, for us to finally find the life we both deserved. Once upon a time, I believed in the Council and the values I thought it stood for. Now, I saw a different side filled with corruption and rich men seeking power.

“Will you consider staying here?” My forehead pressed against hers as we tried to regain our breath.

“Who else can interpret Dad’s ciphers? He pretended it was a game when I was little, when in reality he was preparing me for the day he might not be there anymore.” Her lips pursed together. “I don’t want that for our children.”

A tear slipped down her face. I wiped it with my thumb.

“I will do everything in my power to ensure our children are safe,” I promised. “Now help me message this lunatic. Jordan’s been tracking him via his phone and recording all the places he’s been. Every time he turns that phone on to sext you, we’re tracking him.”

“Kinky!” Cassandra winked.

I carried her back into the conservatory and sat down with her straddling my hips. Her eyes skimmed through the messages, her nose wrinkling every so often.

“This doesn’t even sound like me,” she lamented.

“I know that, but he doesn’t. Gimme the phone.” I nabbed the phone from her. It repulsed me to have anything to do with the lowlife, and I would have eliminated the problem of him by now, only Jordan said that he was collecting useful information. We now knew the headquarters of the club Marco was in and he had discreet surveillance in the area.

I scanned his latest messages. The guy was obsessed with photographing his penis. My guess was that he was using a zoom lens because he obviously had insecurity issues. “There is no way any man with a reasonable sized dick would take this many photos. He must do this to make it look big.”

Cassandra grabbed the phone to study it, her fingers zooming the screen in and out. “Look at his finger size for comparison in this one.” She leaned forward to whisper in my ear. “I can’t get my hand around your girth.”

She rubbed her hand over my groin, and I groaned.

“Maybe you should ask him for a video of it in action?” Cassandra suggested.

“I am not watching another man wank himself,” I hissed. “It’s bad enough I have to look at his dick pics.”

“Am I interrupting?” My cousin Lucrezia was standing in the doorway.

“Nope.” Cassandra sat up, her ass rubbing my dick was attracting his attention. “I had a stalker problem and the guys are sorting it.”

Lucrezia wandered in, her demeanour sad.

---