I step onto the helipad and take in the small car park.
Two men stand off to the side, talking. I walk straight towards them.
“Keys,” I say, holding out my hand.
The first one blinks. “I… I don’t have a car.”
I turn to the second.
“Keys.”
He doesn’t argue, as he places them in my palm.
I press the button and a car chirps somewhere among the few parked here.
I am in the driver’s seat seconds later, my satnav already set.
I blow past every speed limit sign.
The location resolves into a row of abandoned warehouses, and my brows draw together.
What the hell is she doing here?
This is not a place for a date, not that I truly believed she had gone on one at four in the fucking morning, but after seeing that photograph I am no longer inclined towards reason.
The thought of her with another man, of his hand on her, very nearly dismantles what little remains of my sanity, which in fact is not much.
She is not meant to allow anyone else to touch her, and she will learn that.
I park farther down when I spot men in suits near the entrance.
As I exit the car, I make my way around the back instead.
There is a door standing ajar, and I slip inside without drawing attention. I move quietly, keeping to the shadows, until voices drift towards me.
My eyes find her instantly, as if drawn to her.
My girl, looking exactly like the avenging angel I know she is.
A fucking goddess.
A man is strapped to a chair in front of her, shifting uselessly as if he might still escape, though we both know he can’t.
She stands before him, holding every shred of power in the room.
My cock hardens painfully as I watch her, the final confirmation of what I have always known.
She was born to rule.
I stay where I am and watch.
I watch her drag it out, toy with him, make him beg, and finally end him.
What is left of the man is barely recognisable, several body parts gone, and I narrow my eyes because something about this feels disturbingly familiar.
“I’ll take care of it, boss,” someone says, pulling me from my thoughts.
She turns towards the man beside her, soon to be dead, because don’t think I fail to recognisethathand… it’s imprinted in my mind.
