Lucy trusted me now. She didn’t think I would hurt her precious little human, too bad she wouldn’t see what I was about to do to her leash-holder in the next room.
Maybe I would get myself a dog when this was all over.
Or maybe I already had myself a faithful servant and all she needed was a pretty little collar.
I walked into the concrete room, letting the steel door shut behind me with finality.
Something Azrael had suggested and while I liked the idea, I hadn’t yet used them. It never seemed right.
I could take the easy way, I suppose. Get Jack to hack into her account because I couldn’t do it myself, not something that secure, but not only was this fun, but Jack was busy, and this was too much fun to pass up.
This was a part of the long assignments that I liked. Beating the answers out of them. Extracting it from them slowly and painfully, however I had to do it.
I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt, studying her closely. She sat in a wooden chair in the center of the room, her ankles tied to the legs with wire, her wrists tied behind her with the same wire, wearing nothing but her bright pink panties, that sports bra, and something new. An idea Malachi suggested that I decided to run with. A 3-inch wide collar. One to match her color of choice: bright pink. It padlocked in the back and only I had the key. Hanging from the loop where the nametag might be, was a little metal black pawn. Just in case she forgets who she is. Who owns her until the debt is paid.
Normally, a collar wasn’t something we offered, but Malachi reminded me that I was playing a long game with her too.
Because of her boyfriend, she was now owned by the Kingsmen’s, and I could have all the fun I wanted until his debt was paid.
My father wanted his money and Olivia had it. Once he got it,we could dispose of them both, but maybe I would keep the dog. I always wanted a loyal pup to snarl and snap on command.
I pulled on my leather gloves, made sure my mask was in place and leaned back against the door, waiting.
Some of her dark brunette hair had fallen from her ponytail, her head hanging low. She would be stirring any second now, and I’d be ready.
She was pretty, I’d give her that. Her tan legs were beautiful, firm from all that running, long. She had good curves, a nice waist, beautiful perky, round tits. And those eyes, I hadn’t been able to get them out of my head since I first saw them.
But that was the point, wasn’t it? We became obsessed with our targets, learned everything we could about them. It’s what made us the best. It’s how we never got caught.
I licked my lips and pulled my phone out, sending out a quick text to Greyson.
Everett:congrats on the proposal
We didn’t believe inmarrying. Jack had done it right. Tricked Rae into signing the papers while they were in the middle of hunting down the people who had tortured her—something Azrael had interrupted and put on pause—but actually proposing and having a wedding?
Greyson was a romantic at heart, I supposed. Even so, I felt a little bad about waiting so long to text him. Nine days, to be exact, but I’ve been busy, and proposals weren’t really my thing.
My phone started buzzing and my irritation immediately grew. Rae was calling.
My lip curled but I answered anyway. She was a part of The Family now, so if she was in trouble, it was our duty to get her out of it, although if shewasin trouble, I highly doubted there was something we could try that she hadn’t already. Trained by our own program, she was just as lethal as the rest of us, maybemore so than our sisters seeing as how she had been doing it since birth and had been trained by far more people than they ever had.
“What?”
“You’ve got both of us,” she said, her voice already flaming.
My eyes narrowed. “Both of who?”
“You called the mountains?” Azrael hummed and then clicked his tongue. “He can’t help you.”
My shoulders fell an inch, and I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you two are in the middle of, figure it out for yourselves, I’m busy.”
“It’s been almost three years!” Rae snarled. “I am tired of waiting!”
“Patience is important, daffodil. Patience is very important in times such as these.”
Goddammit. “I have been patient! I’ve waited and allowed you to disappear for months on end. I have done my job, but I am sick and tired of waiting to bring justice to a man who ripped my entire life away from me. I want him dead. I deserve that.”
More than any of us, actually. I had to admit, she had a right to be angry. We had all been pushed to this point at one time or another with Azrael, now it was her turn.
