Page 16 of The Devil's Weakness

I clench my jaw at the thought of a member of another Club finding her before me. Or even a member of the Skull.

Me: Tell them she’s not to be approached or apprehended.

Fuck, you’re really doing this?

Before Stone can question my request, I send another message.

Me: I want the pleasure of being the one to let her know her life is over.

Stone: You got it.

Breathing a little easier, I shove my phone into my back pocket.

“I’m going to check the bedrooms,” I inform Cap. “Take a good look around out here.”

“On it,” Cap confirms.

The first bedroom that I enter is a fucking pig-stye. Papers and dirty clothing are thrown all around. The bedsheets are half off of the mattress. Plates with dried food stuck to them are stacked in a pile in the corner. It smells like a mix between body odor and rotten cheese in here.

Fuck me, please don’t tell me Sasha lives like this.

I leave this room alone for the time being and enter the one next to it.?I turn on the lights, thankful it doesn’t look like a tornado hit it. It’s nearly empty, only housing a bed and a dresser. The dresser is clear except for a bottle of lotion and a picture frame. In it is a picture of Sasha with two guys.?

A low growl vibrates in my chest at the sight of the boy with his arm around her. Looking more closely, I see that one guy is older than them, and my growl ceases. It looks like it may be her dad, and hopefully, that’s her brother and not a boyfriend. I realize I recognize the younger male, but I can’t place him at the moment. It’s possible he’s the slob in the next room. I take the picture from the frame, fold it, and put it in my pocket with the rest of the information I have on her. Picking up the lotion bottle, I open the lid and get a whiff of the sweet fragrance.?

It smells like vanilla, and it makes my mouth water. It’s not the sickeningly sweet kind of vanilla, like a cupcake. It’s an exotic smell, like something that can warm you up on a cold, wintry day. I close the lid and place it back on the dresser.

Sliding the top drawer open, I look around inside. There are a few pieces of jewelry, two books, and a box. Picking it up, I open it and find two more pictures inside. I take them out and study them. The first one is of a very young girl in the arms of a woman who looks to be in her twenties. The woman looks a lot like Sasha, except she has a slightly different nose.

Sasha’s mother.

It looks like they took the second picture on the same day because their clothing is the same as it was in the first one. Only this picture also includes a young boy and a man.?

Her dad and brother.

The last thing in the box is an unopened letter with a return-to-sender stamp on it. It’s addressed to Marnie Cooper of Williamsport, Pennsylvania. Sasha’s name and an address different from this apartment are in the upper left-hand corner of the envelope.?

Did she abandon Sasha?

That would explain why this woman isn’t in a picture frame on the top of Sasha’s dresser. My gut tells me I’m right, and it makes me wonder why.

Why do you care?

Flipping my conscience the bird, I tuck the pictures and the letter into my back pocket to inspect more closely at a later time. Then, I put the box back and open the next drawer down. In this one, I find bras and underwear. They’re mostly virginal white and cotton, with a couple of sexier pairs thrown in. My eyes spy a sliver of purple silk at the very bottom. I tug on the fabric, pulling a thong from the mass of good-girl panties, and my eyebrows raise with surprise. Briefly, my mind floats back to the image of her tied to my bed, but this time she’s wearing this thong.?

Onlythis thong.?

I quickly tuck the material into my pocket and adjust myself. My cock is so hard it feels like it could bust right through my jeans. Closing the drawer, I open the next one. More clothes. I rifle through them and feel something hard in the bottom of the drawer.?

Moving the clothing out of the way, I find a cell phone. She must have fled, or she wouldn’t have left her phone behind. She knows we can track her with it.?I power it on to see if I can gather any clues to her whereabouts, but I’m sure it requires a password. When the screen illuminates, I see a purple background with a quote on it.

Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go. -T. S. Eliot

Adventurous, are we?

And how far did you go, little girl?

I was right about needing a password. No bother. Once I find her, I’ll make her unlock it for me. Before I can turn it off again, notifications begin to pop up. They’re from her boss, Ellie.

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