Carlyle
Leaning heavily on the door frame, I waited for Marcella to open up, and when she did, she scowled darkly. Crossing her arms over her ample bust, she ducked her head and shuffled to the side to let me in. Theo hung around outside, and I didn’t give him much of a second thought as I kicked the barrier shut behind me.
“Why can’t you get the hint and leave me alone, Carlyle? I did what you wanted.” Marcella complained so fuckingmuch, and I grabbed her chin as I pinned her against the back of her pleather sofa. Her little gasp bristled my chest hairs, and I quite liked the fear bolting through her eyes as they widened.
“Shut up and get on your knees. For someone who complains about booty calls, you still never say ‘no.’” She licked her juicy, thick lips at my growl, and I wrapped my arm around her waist to twirl us around. Sitting lightly on the back of the sofa, my knees apart, I released her face with a slight jerk. If Marcella wasn’t so easy— and easily accessible— maybe I’d do what she wanted to leave her alone.
“You’d probably—” My brows furrowed as she clamped her mouth shut, and Marcella dropped to her knees to unfasten my pants with her long, manicure-tipped fingers. “Are youpositiveIllya doesn’t know I’m connected with you?”
“You’re so worried about that, it’s kind of cute. So, did you hear back yet about your audition tape?” I honestly, truly, didn’t care about Marcella applying to that talent agency, but it’d be better for me if she wasn’t difficult. Clenching my jaw as she pulled my cock out, I gripped the hard edge of the couch as heat flooded my veins. If nothing else, Marcella could do this one thing perfectly, and she wrapped her fine lips around my head rather than answer immediately.
“Not yet. I don’t know what’s going to happen. The word going around is that she’s based in Nevada. I might go there.” Mumbling against my shaft, Marcella glanced up at me, and my eyelid twitched as the pleasantness in my gut turned sour. “If you put in a good word for me, I might get somewhere, Carlyle.”
“I did business with that woman for you. That’s recommendation enough. If you haven’t heard back, I don’t know what you think is going to happen.” Disgust dribbled from my tongue, not because I had to deal withEsmarissa, but because of how she came to that point. She, this no-name bitch from some shit town in the desert, managed to outwit Wren Lockhart so effortlessly. Truthfully, I thought it was as impressive as it was annoying that I had to pay for a service that should be free.
After all, I spent enough money on Marcella. I put her in California for three years, and she still had another year and a half to go until I could ship her back to whatever shit hole she crawled out of.
“Carlyle . . . ” My eyes narrowed on her as she squeezed, grazing her lips against my sac, and I ground my teeth together. “I wouldreally appreciateif . . . ”
Marcella gave me the eyes, and I cocked my head as I gestured her up. Irritation simmered just under my skin, but she didn’t notice as she rubbed against me. Her voluptuous chest swelled to peek out from her tank top, and I switched positions with her. My disgust over Wren boiled away into amusement at how she hung all over me as if it would actually work.
Tangling my hand in her thick hair, I nosed her neck, and Marcella gasped as her knees clung to my hips. She was just a slut, nothing more, and I’d already paid for her. Anything that happened, I could cover it.
Besides, she was never going to get that call back from Esmarissa’s talent agency. If she had even the slimmest chance, I wouldn’t have been able to lease her for five years.
The silencer on the gun in my hand pressed against her chin, and Marcella tensed as her scent became deliciously sweet with fear and alarm.
“Why don’t you ever fucking learn, you useless cunt?” Her breath caught loudly, chest stuttering against mine, and, suddenly, she was icy cold where her skin touched mine. Yanking her head back, I relished her sharp cry, and I put my gun down on the top of the sofa cushion to stick my cock back in my dress pants. She trembled with the urge to be still, hoping the danger might pass without noticing her, but I’d had about enough of her shit.
“P-please don’t.” Panic-stricken, red-rimmed eyes widened when I frowned at her sputter, and Marcella whimpered. “Please.”
“I told you already, Marcella— shut up and get on your knees. Did you honestly think I wanted to be bombarded with your worries? Who gives a flying fuck about Illya catching you? Why the fuck would I care about your futile attempts to be an actress? At what fucking point did you misunderstand ‘booty call’ for ‘conversation’?” Pressing the mouth of the silencer under her chin, I dragged the cold metal down her throat as it flexed wildly. My mumble filled the entire living room, and I forced her to meet my eyes when she tried to look away. “You suck cock and spread your ass cheeks, you filthy fucking whore— nothing more.”
She trembled at my snarl, spit flinging across her face and forcing her to close one eye even as the other boggled. Honestly, it was a little funny how shocked she was that her little plan didn’t work. Who the Hell did she think I was, anyway?
“I will . . . I will . . . I p—” Shaking my head, I sucked my teeth, and her lips thinned until a white line circled them. Marcella’s legs fell from around my waist, and I stepped back without letting go of her hair.
“No, you won’t. You complicated it when I wanted something simple.” Smirking broadly, I untangled my hand from her hair, but Marcella was a deer in headlights. “Think of it this way, Marcella. Now, you don’t have to worry about Illya finding out you lied about your entire friendship and who you were. In fact, you don’t have to worry aboutanythinganymore . . . unless . . . ”
Gesturing her down with the gun, her wide, fearful, brown eyes flickered at the glint under the light, and shedroppedlike a sack of potatoes. When she went to reach for my pants, her first tears started to fall, and I got bored.
It was always when they started crying, I got bored.
“You know, Marcella, if you think about it— wouldn’t you have already gotten a callback or a visit or something if they picked you out of the pile? Surely, they have a lot of people to go through, but they probably have people to wheedle out the talentless with too much self-delusion.” Kneeling down, I propped the gun under her chin to force her face up, and her puff of a sob rolled down my wrist to curl under my shirt. “For that matter, haven’t you been a whore for a while? Long enough that if Esmarissa did know about you, she sure as fuck wouldn’t have agreed to a deal with me, right? Five years— why would she give up promising talent for five years . . . unless you’re not as talented as Mommy and Daddy told you.
“I mean, it could be possible that Esmarissa wanted to impress me, but if that was the case, she shouldn’t have chosenyou.” I put my finger over the trigger, and Marcella begged me with her eyes. Her lips trembled too hard, trying to keep quiet. Maybe, that would’ve helped her two minutes ago, when I told her to shut up and do a simple task that really didn’t allow for much talking. “I bet this is exactly how your mom thought this would end. That’s the problem with you sluts— you put value on your bodies when, really, your worthless personalities cancel it out.”
Her eyes boggled when I pulled the trigger, retaining a glimmer of life for a fraction of a second, and the stench of shit and piss wafted up. I stood up and stepped back, scrunching up my nose in disgust as Marcella tumbled lifelessly to the floor, and blood bubbled up from the hole in her head. Careful not to get blood on myself, I retreated to pull out my phone, and a soft knock echoed through the apartment.
Using my jacket to twist the doorknob, I frowned as Theo craned his neck with a disapproving expression.
“Really, Carlyle?” Shooting me a sour scowl, he rolled his eyes when I shrugged, holding my phone to my ear as I breezed past him and out into the hallway. “I told Illya it’d be a few hours. What the fuck am I supposed to say if we go back early?”
“Let’s grab a bite. I have some things to work through because of this.” The line picked up before Theo could open his mouth again, and I held up a finger. “I need a moment of your time, please.”
