Page 23 of The Devil's Heir
"Oh, wow. Do you think they're lost?" I hear Heidi question as she comes back outside.
Her question has me opening my eyes and looking in the direction my friend has her eyes glued to. A sleek black car drives very slowly down Sunset Avenue. Whether they are trying not to hit one of the many homeless children who are playing in the street or just being nosey, it doesn't matter—they don't belong in this neighborhood.
Nobody ever takes this road except for the occasional person who may be lost. Seeing a car, such as the black sedan, making its way through our community definitely raises flags.
I begin picking up my items as quickly as possible, keeping my back to the road, or at least trying to, but my heart stops when the car slows down even more. I'm being paranoid, but how else am I supposed to react when I've spent the last four years in hiding? I spin around and see it's just sitting in the road, idling.
Acting like it doesn't bother me, I take my things and enter my tent. My hands shake as I zip the door closed and curse myself for being ridiculous. It's probably some developer looking at the area and wanting to build something new. We've had those a time or two, never when I'maround, but Fran has told me of times when this community has chased developers away.
Taking the chance, I peek out the small hole in the wall of my tent and sigh with relief when I see the taillights of the car moving down the street.See, you're being ridiculous, Liliana.
Wrapping my hair up and placing the cap on my head, I grab my small bag to carry my groceries back in later and leave my tent. Saying goodbye to my two friends, I walk in the opposite direction that the black sedan drove off in and head off to work.
FOURTEEN
Jarek
"You will give me what I want—you are mine to do with as I please, or have you forgotten the contract you signed? I don't keep you here for you to do whatyouwant. You are mine until I say, so remember your place!" I shove Sasha away from me, annoyed that she isn't living up to my expectations, just like all the others…an utter disappointment and a colossal mistake on my part.
I found this submissive in one of the many gentlemen's clubs I own and frequent; she was supposed to be fairly innocent, or so I was told by her Dom. I was duped. I want a woman whom I can mold into the perfect little puppet for me, and Sasha is far from it. Yeah, she's good in the sack and can play the part of a perfect sub when it serves her needs, but she's stubborn to a fault.
"I'm sorry, Master. I will be better!" she begs on her knees like the good whore that she was trained to be, but I'm so over it.
"Get the fuck out before I throw you in the cage and put you on display." I knew that threat would do it the moment I mentioned cage. The whore runs out of the room and out of my sight right away. Nobody ever likes the cage; hence why, it's a punishment.
I own over half of this town and am ready to take over my uncle's legacy as the Mafia Kingpin. There's just one slight problem. Dear old uncle's will states that I must produce an Heir within the first year of taking my seat at the head of the table if I want to keep my position.
I have no plans on marrying, I love fucking women too much, and I love dominating them even more, which is why I have a harem of submissives at my disposal. It's just recently, after finding out about this stipulation,that I decided to bring one home as a permanent sub. If she performed well, I'd put my seed in her and keep her around until my spawn was born, and then, I'd release her from her duties as my submissive. Unfortunately, not too many women want to get knocked up by the Mafia Boss—it's too dangerous, and they value their lives too much.
Sasha, being the money-hungry whore that she is, jumped at the offer, so after talking to her last Dominant, who swore she was as obedient as they come, I brought her home with me. She signed all the necessary papers, and I collared her. Now, all I want to do is strangle her most days.
"Sir, you will be late for your meeting with the mayor if we don't leave now." Jackson, my driver and butler, stops in to remind me.
I graduated with Jackson and offered him a job when his family fell on hard times. He's been with me for the past year—since I returned from my training at Crawford. Carmen was pissed, but I couldn't care less what she thought about it. Soon enough, she will be gone for good.
"Yes, thank you, Jackson. I'm ready if you are." I toss back the rest of my drink and lead us out of my office.
"Sorry, Sir, but there seems to be a detour. Would you like me to take the scenic route or Sunset Avenue?" Jackson asks.
Typically, we'd take the scenic route just so we wouldn't have to take Sunset, but after glancing at the time, I knew we would never make the meeting on time. I loathe going through the homeless part of town, but it just can't be helped.
Sighing, I respond, "We'll take Sunset, but don't you dare stop to give any of them money. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir."
We have to drive down Sunset Avenue for a full mile before returning to the main road. What's even more annoying is the little rugrats playing in the middle of the road. We're constantly having to slow down until they get the fuck out of the way.
I'm scrolling through my phone, looking at the meetings my receptionist had scheduled for me. I bring my head up to stretch thetension from my neck. Why does that woman fill my days up full of back-to-back meetings? I'm going to have to have a chat with her.
My eyes wander to the window, and in that split second, my world tilts.
At that exact moment, kids run into the road, causing the car to slow down once more, and I'm able to get a better look at the woman I see by a rundown tent. Are my eyes deceiving me?
"Stop the car, Jackson."
"Sir?"
"I said, stop the fucking car!" I keep my eyes on the woman with the long raven locks. "Do you recognize her? The one with the dark hair?" I ask, knowing that surely, he would remember her from school if it washer.
