Page 4 of Midnight Revelations

“Look at that,” Jordan said. “You were holding out on me.”

He blew the guy’s knee out before he followed me across the room. “Don’t be running off,” Jordan shouted over his shoulder.

“You need fucking help,” I muttered.

“What? I’m not allowed to see my therapists anymore. I traumatised the last one and the one before that I had an affair with.”

I glared at him before pulling my Glock out and walking through the doorway. The corridor led to two rooms. One room had a computer sitting on a desk, and the other room made bile burn up my throat. This was where Malcolm must had sat and relived all his greatest fucked up memories. Photographs of half-naked women were stuck to the walls. A huge screen was in the middle of one wall, but DVDs with female names lay on the coffee table under it. A huge black leather sofa sat opposite the screen. Jordan put one DVD in and sped through it, turning it off a few seconds later. It was Malcolm “training” a new slave. He must have recorded all his happy moments. Without a word, Jordan dragged all the discs together.

“I’ll send them to the police back home anonymously,” he said in a low, lethal tone.

I pulled the photos off the wall and put them in a bin before setting fire to them. Most of these women would already be dead or living in a dungeon in some sick fuck’s house with no hope of escape. What made people want to own another person?

Darkness wrapped around me in a familiar rage. I hated my life, but I would never abuse someone else to make myself feel better or more in control.

I followed Jordan into the office and watched as he ripped the computer apart and took the memory out of it for him to sift through later. If it was hiding in here, it was filled with incriminating evidence for Malcolm and the network he was involved in.

Malcolm had a beautiful wife and children and it still wasn’t enough for him. I left Jordan to his evidence recovery and wandered back into the house. The guy in the living room was whimpering and trying to tentatively tug at his trousers. He should have hobbled off when he had the chance. Jordan never left witnesses and there was no way he would survive the night.

I moved from room to room and ensured there was no one else alive to tell the tale of our adventure. I checked every single room methodically for secret hidey holes until I was satisfied that the only area was the hidden one Jordan was in. This was a beautiful home that had been tainted by unspeakable acts. Some of those pictures on the walls had been taken here, tourists stolen from the streets far from home.

I knew Jordan was finished when a single shot rang out. The guy should have run when he had the chance. Life without a penis was still a life.

“Ready?” Jordan asked from the doorway.

“What are we doing with this place?” I asked. We’d been careful and I doubted many people would care about what happened here, but I didn’t want this to come back and haunt me in twenty years.

“I’ll torch it and make it look like a gas explosion since he has a bottle connected into the kitchen.”

We waited until enough gas had filled the house before Jordan threw a lit match into it and walked away. The guy was a maniac, but it was why he was the head of security at the Council.

My back and hip ached and a headache threatened at my temples. Even back at the hotel with half a bottle of whiskey and painkillers in me, I couldn’t lie on my back. I was getting too old for having the shit kicked out of me by several opponents at once.

I finally dragged my phone out of my pocket. I’d answered my phone to Lucas Black this morning after several threatening texts. He now understood the full details of his daughter’s contract with me. He was furious but I didn’t care. The only thing I cared about was his daughter and he would shoot my dick off like Jordan did to that guy tonight if he ever realised that it had been anywhere near her.

I had a few missed texts and a voicemail from my father. Great—more problems to add to my constant list. Instead of worrying about family business, I went straight to Lucrezia’s messages.

Angel:Just lying here thinking about you. Have to attend a charity event in Paris with Papa in a few days. Wish I was going there with you instead.

Angel:I know everything is happening too fast and you need a break. I understand that and respect your decision.

Where the fuck had that come from? It was the most frustrating thing about Lucrezia and what attracted me to her. Her innocence and complete lack of self-awareness. If she saw herself through my eyes, she would know how much I needed her. I’d watched her at that jewellery show; men wanted her and women envied her, and Lucrezia was ignorant to all of it.

Someone must have said something to her and now she was trying to protect herself. She thought I was running from her, when in reality, I was struggling to find my way home to her.

I was too drunk and too tired to deal with this tonight. Instead, I checked what event would be taking her to Paris. Lucas was a cunning man and when he realised that her contract was ironclad and she now had a business, he would spin it to his advantage.

An idea formulated in my head, and I quickly rescheduled some meetings and sent my secretary a list of instructions of what I needed booked for my return. Then I decided to finish the bottle of whiskey and listen to Jordan bark orders at someone down the phone. Lucrezia needed to learn what it was like to be owned by someone like me, and I fully intended to show her how to understand and respect my decisions.

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Chapter Three

Lucrezia

Papa had booked the penthouse of the hotel his event was in. He never travelled anywhere unless it was in comfort and style. Four days and I hadn’t had a single text from Ash. I regretted sending the last text as soon as it left my phone, but I’d been miserable and lonely. Why had he phoned Papa instead of me? I had needed to hear his voice…

My dress clung to my curves and the tight bodice accentuated my breasts. The slit up the side allowed me to walk in the black velvet. I wanted something classical that would showcase the jewellery I wore. My hair framed my face in loose waves and I had used Catarina’s tricks to draw attention to my eyes, my lips the deep red that Ash seemed to prefer. When I’d worn this lipstick in the past, my lips had always ended up around his thick cock as he stared down at me with passion in his eyes.

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