Page 63 of The Devil's Heir
They repeated the process, and Richards was up next. I doubted he could torture anyone, but he proved me wrong. He was probably the most vicious of the three. Whereas Lansky beat the fucker when his time cameuntil he snapped the neck after a particular blow to the prisoner's head, Richards gutted his.
I now sit in the car's back seat, thinking back to the recruits. They all did well, but Richards is the one who sticks out. Having that pretty boy look is definitely a win for him. Nobody will think him to be a cold-blooded killer. That's exactly what I see now as I think back to how he ripped the innards out from his prisoner's body ever so slowly. He whistled a tune the whole time, a melody I can't get out of my head, yet I can't place where I've heard it before.
I give up and let my thoughts wander to a certain dark-haired beauty who should be waiting for me this very minute. Reaching for my phone, I open the app that allows me to see my camera footage. Just as I thought, Liliana is naked but pacing her room as she bites on her thumbnail. All the items I had Jackson bring to her room are scattered across the bed.
My dick is rock hard seeing this image, causing me to order the driver to speed up. I need to be inside of my pauper, but most of all, I need her submission in everything I'm about to do to her.
THIRTY-TWO
Liliana
"Start talking," I order Jackson once he walks me back to my room.
"I don't know what you mean, Liliana."
"Why didn't I know about Seth? Better yet, why did I not know you swung for the other team?"
"You're too nosey for your own good." My friend grins. "If I'm being perfectly honest, it's because it's nobody's business."
I gasp and feign a hurt look. "I thought we shared everything; you're all I have here in this hell, so I live vicariously through you."
Jackson gives me a look as if to say, "Really?"
"What? Did you think I would judge you?"
Sighing, Jackson pinches the bridge of his nose. "No, I didn't think that. I just don't go around talking about my personal life. And to be perfectly clear, I swing for both teams. I appreciate what both sexes have to offer."
Raising my brow in surprise, I grin. "That's kind of hot, Jackson."
At that moment, my phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I pull it out to see a message from the devil himself. He never messages me, so I find it odd, especially when it's just to tell me he won't be home for dinner. But then his next message comes through with him telling me that I need to be ready for him.There's the devil I know.I'm perturbed by the whole situation, especially after what happened.
Then there was this morning.
If I thought I'd be getting a reprieve during my time of the month, then I was dead wrong. Who does that kind of thing? What irritates me even more is that although I find it disgusting, it also turns me on. I'm beginning to think that the longer I remain here, the more I'm going to lose myself.
"What is it?" Jackson asks.
"Oh, you know, the almighty devil himself making more demands." I glance at the camera in the corner, not caring if he's watching or not. "He informed me you would be bringing items to my room later, so if you haven't gotten the message, you will be."
Jackson sighs, turning concerned eyes on me.
"What is it? If you're concerned about me, then don't—"
"It's not that, Liliana," he cuts in.
"Then what's with the look?"
"You have to understand one thing. Mr. Falcon confides certain things in me. Don't ask what they are because I keep it confidential, like with you. The only thing you must know is that nothing is as it seems when it comes to our employer."
"So, you're telling me that Jarek isn't an egotistical King Pin who kills people in front of others and whose depravity knows no bounds?" I lift my brow at my friend.
Jackson's grin is immediate, and he replies, "No, he's all that and more, but what you don't see is what he is underneath. Mr. Falcon hasn't had it easy, and if you just give him a chance, he'll probably open up and confide in you one day."
I nibble on my bottom lip as I contemplate Jackson's words. I don't know if I can give Jarek the chance—he hasn't done anything to deserve it.
"One more thing to keep in mind and maybe ponder over," Jackson adds before briefly pausing. "He hates women, but you are different. Figure out the reason for that, and I think you'll figure out the rest."
"Why does he hate women?"
