Page 52 of The Devil's Heir
"I'll call Carlos…"
"Do it and see how fast I put you in the cage. One is being used but I will bring out the spare."
"You wouldn't!" She gasps.
"Fuck around and find out, Carmen. Oh, and while I'm on the topic of the cage, if I find out that you go near Liliana again, your ass will be caged."
"Why is this little whore so important anyway?" She screws her face up in disgust. "She isn't anything fancy. In fact, she reminds me of a street rat."
I'm on her before she even knows it. Gripping her neck, I bring her into me, sneering, "Call her a whore again, and I won't care who the fuck your uncle is. I will gut you and drag your entrails through the streets when I deliver your corpse to Carlos's front door."
Her nails tear at my wrists, but it doesn't faze me one bit. I watch as I slowly take every bit of air from her. I won't kill her—yet. However, I will put her out for a bit. As soon as her body goes slack, I drop her, having her land on the hard floor.
I stare down at her in disgust. Carmen is a pathetic excuse for a human, never mind a woman. I may be depraved, but this bitch is so much worse. I spit down on her and then pivot and walk out.
After leaving Carmen passed out on the floor, I met with Leroy in my office and told him that he's not to fuck any female living under my roof, no matter what they tell him. The sap thought I was going to fire him, but I know Carmen too well; she loves the newbies and will go to great lengths to get to them. Why punish the guy when he thought he was following orders. See, I can be a nice guy every once in a while.
With Sasha caged and Carmen warned, I felt it safe enough to have Jackson drive me to my appointment uptown. My pauper should be fine at home on her own.
"Sir?" Jackson asks as he pulls the car up to a nondescript building. "Is it safe, or do you need me to come in with you?"
I never gave him the name of the business, only the address. I usually come here alone, so Jackson has no idea what is inside that building. He doesn't need to know everything at the moment. Besides, he's become really close with my pauper, and I can't have him telling her any of my secrets by accident before I can.
"I'll be fine. I'd be more worried about the car being unattended than myself. I won't be long." I let myself out of the car and open the solid black door before descending the set of stairs just inside.
There's a man at the bottom of the stairs, guarding the door that I need to go through. He stands there, a few inches taller than me and a lot more muscle, but I'm not worried.
"Do you have an appointment?" he asks in a gruff voice.
"I do," I reply, straightening out my cuff links.
"Name?"
"Falcon."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon. Go right in." He quickly moves to the side as he opens the door for me.
It's usually how it goes once I say my name; people jump to get out of my way or accommodate me. When I enter the room, Blake is sitting at his desk, scribbling something on paper.
Blake Owens or I should say Dr. Blake Owens, and I have known each other for years. He's my senior by fifteen years, but I've helped him out more times than I can count. He ensures that I get anything I need, and this time is no different.
"Ah, Falcon. Good to see you." He opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a white paper sack. I can hear the pills shake around as he tosses the bag to me. "This should do the trick. Make sure she takes one pill every morning once she starts her monthly menses. It will be safe for her to take it until you get a positive test."
"Thanks, Blake. You're sure this will help during her ovulation cycle?" I ask, pulling out the bottle of pills and opening the lid.
"Nothing is one hundred effective, but these have a high success rate." Blake points to the bottle in my hand.
"Great. Thanks again. The funds will be transferred to your account as soon as I leave here," I inform him, then turn to take my leave.
"I never worry about payment with you, Falcon. Before you go, though, can I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do with the baby when she leaves. Do you have a nanny set up? I only ask because I can get you a list of names if you don't."
I snicker. The thought of a stranger raising my kid is ridiculous. "No, I don't because its mother will take care of them."
"I see. I thought she was only there to give you an Heir."
