“I wouldn’t know. Never really talked to the guy.”
People weren’t particularly chatty when a gun was pointed at them. Well, most people weren’t. Not that I gave him time to say anything.
“All right, I’ll let you know what I find out.”
“Talk to you soon,” I said and hung up.
There was no point in assuming who Mr. Ace of Spades was. For all I knew, Chad Brunswick was dead, and this was his brother, or some shit was trying to exact revenge. Although, they’d have to find out who did the deed first. That’d be difficult, considering only Micha, Lou, and I had that knowledge.
The more I thought about it, the more it annoyed me. Luckily, I had something at home to occupy myself with.
Nothing like spending the day buried in my sweet Little Bird to relax my mind. She was pissed when I locked her back up in the cage. Her aqua eyes blazed with hatred while she spat promises of death. I may have left a knife in there for her to find. I wouldn’t have lived up to my Devil namesake if I didn’t tempt people. Whether or not she took the bait, I couldn’t say, but I was excited to find out.
By the time I pulled down my driveway, I was practically salivating to get my hands on Marnie. I wanted to fuck her on the soft velvet cushion, up against the bars and through them. What was the point of locking her in a cage if we didn’t play with it?
How good would she look swallowing my cock? I could see those pretty pink lips wrapped around me while I shoved my length down her throat. That image needed to become a reality.
The trick was figuring out how to do it without losing my dick. That would be my next mindfuck, and I was given the means to do so when I pulled up in front of the house.
Standing by the door was a girl that looked almost identical to my Bird. Almost.
Fucking Trina.
Just looking at her caused my jaw to clench. Marnie was perfect and natural. She didn’t wear her brown hair tied up like that, nor did she have a streak of purple in it.
Why the fuck was Trina here? Did she want to die? Nothing would make me happier than washing that fucking makeup off her face with sandpaper.
Trina turned around and narrowed her gaze on my BMW, making me want to pluck those bright aqua eyes out of her skull.
She looked too much like my Bird while at the same time looking nothing like her. Marnie wouldn’t be caught dead in clothing that tight.
It took everything I had to remain calm and causally step out onto the driveway.
“Preston,” Trina greeted.
Cunt.
“Trina,” I said back, hating how my dick stirred at the similar sweet tone in her voice.
Most people probably didn’t see the differences, but I did. Everything about her was a mockery of the real thing, even how she leaned her shoulder against one of the pillars bordering my front door. The confidence she tried to portray in her actions was fake. But that was all Trina was. Fake and dull. Her eyes had no bright sparkle, just the faded shadow of what used to be. I suspected that died the same night daddy snuck into her room.
I headed over, twirling my keys on my finger so I didn’t automatically punch her in the face. As much as I despised the bitch, she would serve a purpose. I tapped a button on the remote in my jacket pocket, which would cause a section of the wall in Marnie’s room to rise. Marnie wanted to see her sister, so now she could. She could watch the entire thing and not hear a word we said. Silence could drive a person mad.
Bet she’ll use that knife now.
Trina didn’t say a thing. She just stood watching and calculating every move I made. I knew that look. Her sister made the same one every time I came into the room. The wheels would turn in Marnie’s head, rolling through plausible scenarios for her to play out. Trina wasn’t trying to figure out her next move. No. She was trying to figure out mine.
It was almost a shame that I had no interest in toying with her.
Strutting right past her, I put my key in the door.
The second I unlocked it, she crossed her arms and huffed, “Aren’t you going to ask why I’m here?”
Quite frankly, I didn’t give a shit why she was here. Her perfume invaded my nostrils, tainting the sweet scent in the back of my throat.
I guess daddy’s little princess didn’t like being ignored because when I said nothing and rolled my eyes her way, I saw her jaw twitch.
“I want to see my sister.”
