“You’re seriously more deranged than I am.”
I scoff. “I’m not the one about to torture someone.”
She shrugs. “Fair point, but you helped me grab him.”
We pull into the garage at the house twenty minutes later. We go through the second hidden entrance so we don’t have to drag this guy past Leo. No one else in the house asks questions; they know better. Mani, the head of Les’ guards, will dispose of the car we stole to grab him.
We drag his unconscious ass into the basement and chain him to the chair. We only tie people who are a threat to the ceiling, and this guy isn’t. We thought Leo was we grabbed him, but something about him screams innocent. He’s lucky she has feelings for him, or he would have been dead without a second thought. I’ve seen her kill people for less.
Alessa strips her gloves off and peels off her black hoodie. Her shirt rides up, showing off her stomach’s tanned, toned skin. I unglue my eyes before her head pops back out, so she doesn’t see me staring.
There’s no mistaking Alessa is gorgeous. She is thick in all the right places. Thick ass, thighs, and hips, but she still has serious muscle tone from lugging these assholes around and working out with us. Thanks to her dad and Micah, she can kill with her barehands, and she never lets her size stop her from being the badass she is. I never have a chance in hell with her, though. She knows too much about who I am. I can charm the pants off any other girl or guy, literally. But not Alessa. Not that I’ve tried. Now she has Leo, even if that is up in the air. I’ve always looked at Alessa as more than a friend, but she never looked at me that way, keeping me firmly friend-zoned. I feel more of a pull toward her lately, urging me to try. I can’t put my finger on it, but things are changing around here.
What would it hurt if I took my chance?
She waves an ammonia capsule under his nose. “Wakey wakey,” she sing-songs. His eyes flutter open, and he immediately jerks his arms only to realize he’s tied up.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demands. “Do you know who I am?!”
“I know exactly who you are,” she answers, and I hand her his profile. “Chadwick Wentworth. Twenty-nine years old. Top prosecutor in Los Angeles. Married. Two kids.” She snaps it shut. “Too bad you didn’t prosecute yourself. Six counts of rape on minors. You walked away a free man.”
“Because I didn’t do it!”
She waves that away. “That’s what they all say. DNA doesn’t lie.”
“That was dismissed in court!” he fumes. “Who the hell are you?” he asks again.
“Oh. How rude of me?!” Les exclaims, making me laugh. “I’m Alessa Poletti. That over there is Gage Lawson.” I give him a little wave when he looks my way.
He narrows his eyes, then they widen. “You’re that rich girl that flashes her tits for the paparazzi.”
She leans close to his ear. “Better known as the Black Demon.” I love when she lets that drop. They go from real brave to pissing their pants in seconds. “Stupid name, really,” she continues. “They got one glimpse of me in my gear and ran with it.” She walks over to her torture table, gliding her fingers over all the shiny knives before she snatches one up, pointing at Chadwick. “You know why you’re here?”
He gulps, “But I have a wife and kids!”
“Exactly,” she snaps, her whole playful demeanor changing. She is indeed a goddess.
Of death.
“I’m giving those kids peace of mind that you willneverfucking touch them.”
“I would never touch my kids!” he yells.
“So, you just like other people’s kids, you fucking scumbag?” I ask.
I hear the door open, and Ryder steps in, leaning with his back against the closed door. I walk over and lean beside him.
Les slams her knife down on the table before picking up a wicked-looking dagger. She turns and launches it right into Chad’s shoulder, causing him to scream so loud it echoes around the concrete walls.
“I will never get over her like this,” Ryder says lowly. “It’s like a different person when she comes down here.”
“I know,” I say happily. “It’s great.”
Ryder grunts, and I take that as an agreement.
Les walks over and runs her fingers over the blade’s hilt before ripping it back out. He screams again, tears running down his face.
“I never know what goes through someone’s mind when they decide to take another person’s innocence,” she says, trailing her hand over his shoulder as she walks behind him. She leans down beside his ear. “I’ve asked myself that question countless times since I was raped repeatedly for days.” She rounds in front of him again. “At thirteen.” She stabs him in the exact spot again. “The same age as the girls you took advantage of!” she yells over his screams. She twists, and his cry is cut short when he passes out.
