Page 120 of The Devil's Heir
A few other men in the room agree with Jackson, and I glance at each of them, disbelief dancing across my face. Carmen sure was fucking her way through my men.
"How many of you gave the bitch information that she asked for?" I can't help but be suspicious now that I've already been duped. It's possible that is why she's choosing my men to satisfy her needs.
Either they're scared to speak the truth, or they aren't stupid enough to let a warm cunt sway them into betraying me because they all shake their heads. I stare down each man who fucked around with Carmen, but none of them fold.
"You know what? It doesn't even matter at the moment. What's important is that we get to that cabin and see if Liliana is there," I state. Turning, I walk toward the door, and without looking over my shoulder, I order, "Get strapped. We head out in five minutes."
FIFTY-FIVE
Liliana
I don't know exactly how long I've been here. I think it's been two, maybe three days at most. There are no windows down here, and I'm always in the dark. The only light I ever see is when Heath brings me my two meals.
I sit in the dark, I eat in the dark, and I use the bathroom in the dark, which consists of a five-gallon bucket. I'm left alone, and that's okay because my situation could be worse. There are many things Heath could be doing to me, but he isn't, and for that, I am thankful.
I'm just finishing my lunch when I jump at the sound of the door opening. Typically, Heath doesn't come back until supper time. He leaves me my food and takes my lunch tray back upstairs, so his presence this soon after he's brought me my food is alarming.
"You get to stretch your legs, Princess." Heath stalks toward me, causing me to cower.
I don't mean to show him this weakness, but I'm tired and sore and in no condition to fight off any unwanted attention. Heath doesn't touch me, though. He first goes to the wall and unlocks the chain that connects to the cuffs around my wrists. Then, he helps me to stand, and I'm made to follow him up the stairs and out of the dungeon-like basement.
"W-where are we going?" I stammer, blinking continuously to try and adjust my eyes against the sunlight coming through the windows.
"The boss wants to talk to you and they don't want to do it in the basement. You will behave or else…" Heath warns.
I strengthen my resolve and tilt my chin up as I reply, "Good. I have a few choice words for thisbossof yours." Then, hoping to get a good digin, I add, "I can't believe you're still working for others. You could have made something for yourself, but instead, you chose to be a douche and do despicable things to others. You're not the boy I was proud to call my brother."
I'm jerked forward as he yanks on the chain, bringing me nose-to-nose with him. Heath sneers, "Not everyone can have a golden pussy like you, Princess. You want to talk about me? How about you? What happened with you despising Jarek Falcon? You were running from him—"
"Yeah, and found someone ten times worse than him!" I state snidely, cutting him off. "At least he won't sell me to the highest bidder!"
"I would never have made you have a kid," Heath bites back.
"Jarek didn't make me do anything. It was my choice to have his heir," I glare back at the asshole.
Heath pulls back a few inches, and his eyes peruse my body before meeting mine again. "If you wanted a kid, I could have fucked one into you. It's not that hard to make them."
"In your fucking dreams, Heath! You have nothing that I would want my child to have."
"Oh? And what does Falcon have besides money?" Heath scoffs.
I raise my brow at him, "If money isn't enough of an answer for you, then how about his looks, swagger, and he's"—I glance down at Heath's crotch before returning my stare to his—"very well endowed."
I can see the tick in Heath's jaw as his hand tightens around the chain. "I remember how you loved sucking my cock. Maybe I should remind you what it's like."
"That was before I knew any better."
"Look here, you little bitch—"
"Don't fault her for being right, Mr. Richards. My nephew isverywell endowed." A woman's voice comes from behind me, and my hackles rise.
I know that voice.
I hear her heels click on the wooden floor as she walks closer. I close my eyes, hoping I'm wrong to think it's Carmen, but I'm not. When I open my lids again, she stands there, smirking at me.
My stomach churns at the thought of her knowing what Jarek looks like under his clothing. Have they? No, I don't believe that at all. Jarek would never touch her. At least, I hope he wouldn't.
Carmen reaches out and places her hand on my tiny baby bump. I've only just noticed the little bit of roundness a few days ago. Jarek was thrilled to see it as he kneeled in front of me and sprinkled kisses around it. It wasn't a picture I thought I'd ever see, and I definitely wouldn't have taken the Mafia Boss as a doting father-to-be. He's more excited for this baby than I ever thought he would be, and it warms me knowing that.
