Stuff his dick in his mouth and gouge out his eyes, then.Fair enough.
I may also let Brooks choose one or two punishments.
I can already see, though, that he’s going to say yes.He knows I have cash and power, and that I’m willing to pay to get some time with Brooks.This also, I think, plays into the motivations he’s always had.He was the one who initially suggested the marriage between me and Brooks, and though my father was hesitant, he eventually gave in.My father wanted access to Dom’s shipping enterprises.
Dom just wanted powerful friends and access to the Boudreaux money.Even now, he doesn’t want to piss my family off.Hell, he’d probably still sell his soul to be related to Gemini Boudreaux by marriage.
And that’s my leverage.
“She was supposed to be my wife,” I say quietly.“And I want a night with her.I’m willing to pay handsomely for it.”
He narrows his eyes like he’s actually thinking about it—he’s not; his mind is already made up—and then chuckles.“I suppose you do have to test the merchandise before you buy it.I’ll sell her for $10,000.One night only.Pick her up at 7.”
I’m definitely going to let Brooks choose some of the things we do to him when we kill him.
Though I don’t know if I’ll let her have a knife.
If he’s been talking to her like that in person, I’m surprised the man is still fucking breathing.
Brooks
The next day finds me back in the same warehouse, courtesy of my father’s continued need to ‘educate me’ about his business, only this time I’m here on my own.
At least in theory.
“You’re sure you don’t want company?”the man in charge of driving me asks when he drops me off.
His voice tells me he’s talking about a lot more than just an administrative assistant, and I turn my glare on him, staring him down in the rear view mirror until he blushes and looks away.
“Perhaps my father hasn’t told you that I’m now his second-in-command,” I tell him, my voice as low and dangerous as I can make it.“Or that you owe me the same respect you’d show him.”
There’s no answer from the driver, so I keep going.
“Perhaps he also hasn’t told you that I’ll soon be in charge of who works for this organization, who is fired, and who’s released with a warning never to show their face in this town again.”I glance down at my nails, pretending I don’t have a care in the world.“Hell, I may even be in charge of deciding who lives and dies.We’re still in negotiations about that.”
When my eyes rise again, I find him staring at me with a combination of horror and disgust, and I smile sweetly.
“So I’d watch your mouth, if I was you.”
I get out of the car and head for the door into the warehouse, leaving the boy sputtering and hopefully terrified behind me.
None of that is true, of course.I’m not in negotiations with my father over anything and I’ll be well and truly damned before I take over his organization or the operations going on under his name.
But I’ve never let a little thing like truth get in the way of me getting what I want.
The moment I enter the warehouse, I put him out of my head.I’m here late in the day and I’m hoping that will mean there are fewer people around.A quick glance tells me that I guessed right on that account; I’m familiar enough with the warehouse at this point to know that the place is usually crawling with men, all of them either entering information into some computer or walking through the hallways harassing the girls.
Testing them for something.
Ordering them around.
Getting them ready for transport.
I still don’t know where this warehouse is in the order of things–if these girls are on their way into the ring and on their first night, or if they’re actively headed for the port, or the mansion itself, or some dance hall auction.But I know roughly how many men to expect in here and where they’ll be.
And right now, as I’m looking down on the rooms and their attached hallways, I see only a few men.A fraction of the number I’ve seen in the mornings.There are two in the hallways, walking from room to room and shouting at the girls, and a couple across from me, entering and exiting offices.Samantha is, I know, back at my father’s house with my father, in some sort of private meeting, and the highest of his soldiers are there as well.
I pause and consider that, wondering if I could actually be so lucky.Because if there aren’t many men here right now, the thing I’ve been considering might actually work.
