The blonde seems confused to be dismissed so quickly but she clearly doesn’t want to fuck up a good thing. I watch her ass as she heads for the door.
“Duncan,” Parker says, picking up his fork. “Escort Mrs. Whitehall back to the garage. Ray, you stay here.”
My nerves snap tight as Duncan scurries after the blonde. I hope Parker just wants to talk and he isn’t having one of his episodes.
“You like?” Parker asks once Duncan and Mrs. Whitehall are gone.
“Like, sir?”
He points his fork at the door. “The cooze. You like the look of her?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Parker makes a face. “She’s fucking ancient.”
I wouldn’t put Mrs. Whitehall past forty, but Parker’s always liked younger girls.
“I don’t mind them MILF-y. She’s keeping everything tight.”
“Including her bleached asshole.” Parker shoves back his chair, grabs Emilia’s cheek and shoves her face-first into his lap. “Suck.”
I turn away as Emilia undoes his fly and starts blowing him. Parker’s always appreciated an audience but lately he’s started performing ten times a day. If this was any other gig, the staff would joke about it, but no one’s stupid enough to do that here.
Seconds tick past as Emilia sucks and slurps and Parker goes back to eating lasagne.
“I should get back to the front gate,” I say as casually as I can manage. “Let me know if you need anything?”
I’m halfway to the door when Parker calls out. “Teller? You can have her before she dies if you want?”
“Sir?”
“The Whitehall bitch. Corinne. You can have a turn on her before I slit her throat.”
If Parker’s joking, I need to laugh. If he’s serious, I need to be grateful.
“Thank you, sir. Uh… when are you killing Mrs. Whitehall?”
“Once every man in Velvet House is dead.” Parker grips Emilia’s hair as she bobs in his lap. “Morelli first, I’ll string him up by his pretty neck. Then Bassilotta, then Rossi. Valente can go last. Once he’s told me everything I wanna know about Orchard, I’ll cut his dick off and watch him bleed to death.”
He thrusts into Emilia’s mouth, making her gag. “What do you think of that, Ray?”
“That’s… quite a plan, sir. Although, the Bianchi contract—”
“The contract says I can’t kill January. I’m not gonna kill January. I’m gonna kill her boyfriends, then her sister, then her brothers and then her stepmother. But only once you’ve fucked her good, Ray.”
I plaster a grin on my face. “Thank you, sir.”
“I’m gonna record everything,” he tells me, his face growing purple as his hips jerk upward. “January Whitehall is gonna watch it all. Anytime she uses a phone… her email… any screen on the planet, she’ll see everyone she cares about…dying.”
His mouth twists as he climaxes and Emilia sputters as she swallows him. When he’s done Parker pulls out of her mouth and wipes himself on her red hair. His eyes are wide and glazed as if he’s looking into a world only he can see. “I’m gonna turn January Whitehall’s life to ashes, Ray,” he says. “Just you wait and see.”
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