Her mouth falls open, and her eyes bug out. “You can’t be serious?”
“Deadly.” I tap her ass. “Go get the first aid kit from beneath the sink.”
She shakes her head. “Azrael…”
I glare at her, and she huffs before she pushes off me and slides off the bed. “If I’d have known there was a needle in there, I would have taken your eyes out with it before now!” she shouts, heading toward the bathroom, and I can’t help the loud chuckle that erupts from me. If only she knew what I’ve done with a needle.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Azrael
Hevan plagues my every thought, and I know deep in my soul she will one day be taken from me, but I refuse to accept that day will come.
She’s not just my possession; she’s something more. Something I didn’t know I needed in order to survive, a reason for living.Something for myself, however doomed it may be.
Bitterness fills my bloodstream when I consider her previous life, one full of happiness and normality. Something I’ve never had the privilege of. It was stolen from me as much as I stole her life from her. At least she’s had those experiences, those thoughts, but each one is crippling since it was without me.
I know she craves normality, but that isn’t something I can provide her with, and I can only hope she understands that.
The meeting with Harrison Davis, the police commissioner, went as expected. The man is a liability, but myfather refuses to acknowledge it, too driven by his greed to see the signs of a crumbling empire. Harrison has too many enemies, which means too many eyes on him. The fact that he has a thing for teenage girls is worrying. A man in his position has power, and that power, combined with my father’s, makes for a sinister war on humanity.
He reassured my father that the motorcycle club he intends to use to traffic sex slaves is reliable and local. His eyes darted from mine to my father’s while I sat back nonchalantly, aware they were indeed talking about various ages, not just women and men.
There’s no way in hell I’m showing my displeasure with their plans. I need a strategy to time it right, to benefit me as well as the future of the Carrera name and empire.
They need to believe I am as much a part of this as they are. Any room for uncertainty would lead to my demise and, ultimately, Hevan’s too, and I refuse to allow it.
Not now. Not ever.
She’s quickly become the center of my world, and I intend to keep it that way.
I push open her bedroom door, relieved to see the box on the bed opened and the contents removed.
The bathroom door opens, and as I turn to face her, I’m stunned and my heart skips a beat.
She’s beautiful.
Her icy-blonde locks have been straightened, resting on her hips. The little red dress with matching heels make her look mouthwatering, and the red lipstick coating her lips has me imagining swiping it across her face as I throat-fuck the ever living fuck out of her mouth.
She coughs, and a blush takes over her pale cheeks. “Do I look okay?”
“Beautiful.”
She smiles even brighter. “Where are we going exactly? You said we were leaving the premises, right?”
I narrow my eyes. Is she planning an escape?
“One of my clubs,” I state.
She flinches, and I hate that she does.
“It’ll be in a private area, and everyone there wants to be there. On the payroll.” I’m quick to clarify.
“You thought that about your whorehouse,” she snarks, and I glare at her. She’s not wrong. I thought everyone who was brought to my room was willing. Something deep warps my excitement. Has he been sending unwilling girls my way, knowing I’d hate that, or is Hevan truly a one-off?
“Azrael?” Just like that, my thoughts are shut down, and my attention is on her. She throws her hair over her shoulder. “The red is a bit much, don’t you think?” she says, smoothing down the dress over her thighs.
I step forward, happy to reassure her, and when my toes touch hers, I twirl a lock of her hair around my finger. “You look perfect.”
