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Chapter 19
Eye of the Storm
Pierce
I swear to God, they’re all going to die a slow, painful death.I think to myself as I sneak out of my hiding place behind some shrubs under the deck that overlooks the private beach. It looks like the slut and her fucked up criminals are heading out for dinner, so I wait until I’m sure that they left and take my time to explore the property. They’ll be a while, this place is in the middle of nowhere and I didn’t see much for miles and miles around here.
And that’s good, very good for me because it makes my plans easier.
I start methodically, walking around the outer perimeter of the property and taking notice of every door and window, every way in and out of the house, any hiding places, any possible escape routes. I search for any signs of security cameras and find none: that’s fucking awesome. This place is a burglar’s wet dream. Once I’m familiar with the outside, I break into the house, using the back door that leads into the ground floor kitchen. I barely notice the expensive chrome appliances, the luxurious finish of every surface, the terra-cotta tiled floor.
All I scout for is hiding nooks and any weak points.
I haven’t decided what I’ll do yet but my little bitch thinks she’s gotten away from me, she thinks she’s safe and before I end this, I’ll have some fun and play with her and those steroid pumped idiots she’s fucking. I’ll remind her that she belongs to me, heart, soul and body but especially mind. I know that she can’t stop thinking about me, the same way I can’t stop thinking about her.
But Sloane has always been a spoiled little bitch, her pathetic excuse for a father has spoiled her and her big sister Sasha, letting them think that they own the world. That everyone has to bow in front of their beauty and give them all they want. I remember that last night and rage makes my blood boil. Yes, I hit her when she was being a stubborn, lying little whore. She fucking deserved it but because she was always coddled and treated like her pussy was made of gold, she ran on me.
For a second, I think that maybe I was too harsh? Maybe I shouldn’t have hit her?Fuck, fuck, fuck!I swipe my arm over the expensive marble countertop in the kitchen, overcome by hot, blinding rage. A wooden chopping block with a collection of stainless steel knives goes crashing down on the floor, producing a clattering sound that makes me come to my senses.
No! She deserved to be hit, because she didn’t know her place. When I get her back, I know I’ll need to teach her again how a real woman behaves, how you treat your man, your lord and master.
Re-educating Sloane will be sometimes painful but necessary. What she doesn’t understand is that yelling at her and hitting her hurts me more that it hurts her.She mademe hit her by being a lying, conniving little bitch who had complete disregard for my feelings and for how I’d rather kiss her and hold her than having to teach her some fucking discipline.
I pick up the block and the knives from the floor and check out each of them, seeing a glimmer of my reflection on their shiny blades. I need to go buy a good knife, I think as I put each of them back in their slots on the block. A razor sharp knife for when I get her back. My cock hardens in my pants when I imagine how I’ll cut her clothes off of her. I can almost see her gorgeous, perfect body, naked in front of me and I grit my teeth, breathing hard, trying to keep my excitement under control. Not yet, Pierce, not yet. But soon, soon she’ll be mine again and I’ll fuck her every hole, I’ll mark every inch of her skin with my teeth and with my blade, if she won’t swear that she’ll never even look at another guy.
My old man was right that I’ve been too lenient with her, letting her go to school, letting her cheer for the Giants. Things will change when I’ll take her back home. She’ll be a stay at home wife, she’ll have my babies and she’ll obey me. Actually, I should find a place far away from anyone we know and isolated like this one, so there won’t be any distractions from her life goal: pleasing and loving me.
The thought of how perfect our life will be without any bad influence from the outside world tips me over the edge and I shudder as I come in my pants, with a loud grunt.
Fuck, I better go and clean myself up before completing my inspection of this property. I find a bathroom on the ground floor and use some paper tissues to clean myself up.
I hate being dirty, I like things to be spotless and pristine, one thing that Sloane couldn’t get into that vacuous, pretty head of hers. Two years together and she still didn’t know how to keep our condo clean to my standards.
It’s the same with my body and hers: sex is disgusting and dirty as it is but it’s a basic human instinct, so the only way to make it possible is by scrubbing one’s body clean at least twice a day. Especially for women, since they’re such dirty creatures. I mean seriously, what being bleeds for a whole week without dying? Honestly, women were God’s punishment to men. Willful creatures, hard to train, to keep clean and under control. But I’m a real man, I think flushing the used tissues down the toilet and then moving from room to room.
Preparing and knowing your enemy is the key to success, as my instructor at the academy in Quantico used to say.
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Kaden
Blaine is the one who normally cooks for everyone, he says that it relaxes him but I promised Sloane I would make my world famous chocolate chip pancakes, so I got up earlier than normal to go on my morning run and then I made my way into the kitchen where it wasn’t too hard to find all the necessary ingredients and tools.
I begin working quietly, mixing the batter and then waiting for the griddle to reach temperature, testing it by sprinkling a couple of drops of water on the hot surface.
Ready, I think as the droplets of water sizzle and evaporate quickly and I begin ladling the first pancake on.
We’ve been here for three days and I’m starting to feel restless as I haven’t managed to get ahold of Walker nor have I heard from him since I left him a voicemail.
The week I was granted is almost over and I need to make sure that I can get in touch before Royce asks me again about our new passports and especially before Walker’s team swarms this place, blowing my cover.
It would be better to go to Monte Carlo and solve this whole mess once and for all without my friends knowing that I’ve been lying to them about pretty much everything aside from my name and from the fact that I was really an army ranger before deciding to join the FBI. Before I was chosen to go undercover to try and find these mysterious bank robbers and dismantle their operation, possibly from the roots.
I frown when a bout of anxiety hits me square in the chest: how will I explain it to them that I had to lie but that I care about all of them? That I had no choice once I began? How will they react when they eventually find out that I’m a little older than all of them, I’m twenty-five and that I was working against them all this time?
I’m worried about how the guys will react: will they understand that I respect them and I care about them, especially now that I know why this whole thing began? I shake my head: Walker is right that working undercover is hard and that lines get blurred.
I had a talk with River last night and he told me why he joined us in the robberies, how desperate he was to save his niece and help his sister.
