My little pet. So, sheisguilty. I’m going to have to punish her harshly for it. I owe Devil that much, at least. Right now, though, I can’t find it in myself to be angry, I’m far too worried about her. But the minute I have that sweet creature in my possession again, I will give her the punishment of a lifetime.
My cock grows hard at the thought.
And then, I will have to let her go.
The sudden solution to the Feds, to Vale, to Angel, hits me like a ton of bricks. But it’s the only way to protect her. Anyway, it won’t be forever.
I’ll have Vincent following her at all times, and the minute the heat is off me, I’ll take her far away where nothing and no one will ever hurt her again. In the meantime, she won’t be in real danger.
Still, the solution terrifies me. But I can’t think of any other way out.
“Damien.” Vale growls my name.
“Where is she?” I ask, still dazed.
“I said, you’re going to kill her. Tell me you’re going to kill her.”
I nod, my mouth dry. “I am.”
Vincent jerks his head at me in surprise. My words have the ring of truth. I’m a very good poker player.
“Alright,” relents Vale. “She’s been taken to that abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of…”
I’m gone before he’s finished his sentence. Vincent follows me out, and he hands me a loaded gun. We rush to the garage, and I head toward the car I know Vale bugged. Vincent slides into the driver’s seat, and we barrel out of Devil Tower.
Vale, the fucking idiot. I seethe as the face of that smug bastard flashes before me. His schemes are grotesque. He really thinks he can bug me and I won’t realize it?
I write out a message to Logan.
Me:Found her. On my way to get her.
A moment later I see his answer.
Logan:Thank God. Where? I’ll join.
Me:No, I got it. But I need you for after. Gonna have to kill her.
There’s a minute-long pause, and then Logan’s message makes my phone vibrate:
Logan:Risky, no?
Me:Only way to protect her. Feds are on her, Vale wants her dead. We have to fake her death. Otherwise, they’ll get her.
Logan:How will you tell her?
I hesitate for a moment, then slowly type out my answer.
Me:I won’t. I’ll let her believe she’s going to die. She’s guilty.
Logan:WTF? You sure? Can’t believe it.
Me:We found the nanochip in her stuff. Have to punish her.
Logan:Fucking hell. But that’s a harsh punishment. Even from you.
Me:Can’t bring myself to belt her after last time. But I won’t leave her in a state of fear for too long. One hour feels right.
Logan:Well, she’s yours. Guess you decide.
