His expression was hard, but not in an angry way. I kept describing things as looking ‘haunted’ because it’s the best word I knew to describe what I saw, but I was wrong. Nothing I had seen since Azrael gave me sight had ever looked as haunted as him.
I turned away from him, clasping my hands together at my waist. Okay, explore. I could explore.
41
Azrael
March 26th, 2023
Isat back in my chair, one monitor filled with the different cameras around the house, the other monitor pulled up with various documents I had been researching on a handful of people.
Havoc sat at his desk several yards away, and Bishop sat in the chair in front of mine, his phone in his hand.
Often, I claimed that I was better, and I was. I was better than my brothers, than the Initiates father dearest trained, than my sisters, but I was not better than them.
Despite my being born with this insatiable lust in my chest, my one year in that asylum was nothing compared to their lifetime. They were the only ones there that had managed to escape and then decided to go back, unable to live in the world as it was.
They were powerful in the way of money, strength, and wit, and sometimes I wondered how this world would fare if they were to run the school Everett wanted to open.
The last time they had left the asylum was when we had left together. They hadn’t returned since. During their time of escape, they had set up a business, here in Seattle, which only proves how much father dearest didn’t pay attention.
His need for power had blinded him to what was happening right under his nose. Sometimes, in order to accomplish the most amount of control, you must go after the people you believe aren’t a threat.
Yes, having influence in the government was important, but no more important than having control of people like the Blackheart brothers.
In a world of cards, they were the aces. Just like me.
Scarlett appeared in the camera on the first floor. She had been opening every door she passed, looking down every hall. This place was designed like a maze. Some doors led to nowhere, as did a few staircases. There were halls with no anything, and halls that twisted into other halls, only to dead end.
It was meant to get people lost. Just in case we had someone escape the basement, although I had designed it myself, Alaric input his own ideas during the build. Nobody was ever escaping here.
Not even my precious little sinner. Unless she found her way to the front door, I suppose. Every finger-pad in this place, including the one at the front door, had her prints registered, just as it had me and the brothers. If she did manage to get back to the landing floor, she’d be as free as a cat. Although with what little knowledge she had of surviving in the woods, I had my doubts that she would get far.
“What is your plan with her?” Bishop asked finally, sliding his phone away.
“To fuck her until the only thing she ever thinks about is my cock and the feeling she gets when driving a blade through a man’s throat,” I answered with ease.
She opened up another door, her eyes widening, her steps slowing.
I changed the view to the camera inside the room she was looking into. It was one of the rooms I would be locking her upin very soon. There was an ‘X’ on the far wall with leather lined shackles at each point and a leather strap across the center.
Hanging from the wall directly opposite that ‘X’ were ropes, chains, and various tools I had imagined using on her.
She was making her way slowly to the ‘X’ while Alaric paused just inside the doorway and glanced up at the camera before looking back at her.
This entire place, along with my motorcycle, was built for my job and for her. I had the unique opportunity to train a body that already craved blood and me. It was difficult for me to sit here knowing that she had been craving something more since the moment I sliced into her hand.
At the thought, my eyes fell to the bracelet I now wore. It wasn’t permanent like the one on her wrist, not in the physical sense at least.
“I found her,” Havoc said, interrupting my train of thought.
I stood, tossing one last look at the cameras to see her crouching to touch one of the ankle cuffs. From this angle, I couldn’t get a good look at her ass, but I knew Alaric could.
I hope he enjoyed what he would never be able to touch.
Havoc turned the computer screen, showing me a grainy black and gray photo of a woman in a head scarf, sunglasses, and a hat. “She was spotted in Cabo.”
Because why not Mexico? It was tragically stereotypical, especially for someone of her standing. I straightened and rolled my eyes. “Do you want to do a pickup?” I asked him, straightening.
