Page 61 of The Devil's Heir
My car and driver await me out front as I step outside. Pulling my phone from my inside pocket, I text Lily a quick message.
ME: I won't be home for dinner, so go on and eat without me.
PAUPER: O—kay.
Her one-word message amuses me. I don't typically text her, but I gave her a phone to be sure I could contact her when needed. So, I take it my message surprised her. Smirking, I type out my next one as I get into the backseat of the car.
ME: I want you ready and waiting for me when you've finished eating. Jackson will be bringing a few items to your room. Don't be alarmed, I'll explain when I get there.
Three bubbles bob up and down, and then they stop. They start back up and then stop again. This happens two more times before a message actually appears.
PAUPER: Yes, Sir.
Grinning, I know she must have had a few choice words for me, but she kept deleting them because she knew better. Wanting to rile her up a little more, I leave my pauper with two last words.
ME: Good Girl.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket, a wolfish grin appearing on my face as I stare out the window. It's time that Lily finds out how far mydepravity can go, but more than that, she'll realize just how much she likes it. I know that, without a doubt, my pauper has a little bit of masochism in her, and I plan on proving it.
"Ah, Jarek! It's been a while since I've seen your ugly mug in this place." Joey clasps his hand with mine in the air and comes in for a bro hug.
The Reformatory has always been more his scene; the fucker loves the darker shit. I don't mind it; I indulge in it quite a bit, but my best friend and future underboss lives for it.
"I needed a change of scenery," I yell over the music.
It's the truth. The gentlemen's clubs don't pique my interest now that my pauper lives under my roof. Lily's tight cunt is all that I need. It's an addiction that I can definitely afford to keep. She's always been my bad habit, even when she wasn't around.
Tapping my knuckles on the bar top, the bartender nods and pours my usual Makers Mark—neat. I lean my elbow on the bar top while I wait. Joey has two ladies hanging on his every word, or at least trying to, but he's turned his back on them to face me.
"So, you going to tell me what's going on? Why'd you need a change? It's not like you to come slumming." My friend's grin is contagious as I return one of my own.
"Let's just say I'm in the mood for violence more than I am for sex." I pick up my tumbler as soon as the bartender places it in front of me.
"What?! The great Falcon isn't in the mood for sex?" Joey pretends to be shocked, producing an eye roll from me.
"I never said that. You forget I've got a warm pussy that will be waiting for me at home."
"Then why are you here?"
The Lonzo Heir is lucky he's my best friend because anybody else who would question me the way he is would have a bullet between the eyes. I take another sip of my whiskey and shrug.
"I'm in the mood for blood."
My thoughts go straight to Liliana. Unfortunately, it's notthatblood I'm referring to, at least not yet. I never thought I'd like doing what I did this morning;it's never interested me, but with Lily—I want her fucking everything. Call me pussy whipped or whatever it is that will make you feel better at the end of the day, but Liliana Sumner has been in my blood for too many years; it's only right that I get to have hers.
"Ah, I see. So, do you need a partner in crime?" Joey's devious smile makes me chuckle.
"Only if you want to join. I have three new recruits coming in. They're getting initiated. Those lying thieves are still in the cells downstairs, aren't they?"
"Where else would they be without your knowledge?" my friend asks sarcastically.
I slap the back of his head playfully. "Respect, Lonzo, respect."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, respect this." He grabs his crotch, winking at me.
Just as I'm about to give my retort, I notice one of the bouncers escorting three guys towards me. I nod my head in their direction and Joey turns his gaze the same way.
"That them?"
