Again, my mind went into the details of all the steps I’d taken, searching for weak points that could lead to my demise. There were none. I’d covered my tracks. And like always, in the empty seconds in which I could not find anything to panic about, anything that needed my immediate attention, images of her boomeranged back into my mind. I had forgotten everything about her face, but also, she’d grown, looking almost completely different. The way she looked when I first saw her in that blue dress…like a princess.
Had I made a mistake by leaving her there? I really hoped she hadn’t killed herself. The need to confirm she was still alive was so powerful it’d overridden my exhaustion. I couldn’t sleep.
Thank God by the time I woke, he was gone. He was probably searching everywhere for his psychotic, piece of shit son.Like father, like son.All I knew was I needed to get the fuck out of Monaco immediately, but I was so tired still. I’d only slept a few minutes.Are you okay, Little One? I hope you have already left the country.I turned on the TV and changed the channel so I could watch the local news. Nothing.
When I woke again, I brushed my teeth and got in the shower, where thoughts of her tormented me. I closed my eyes, remembering that high-pitched helpless whimper, her big almond-shaped eyes looking up at me, and the way her body convulsed every time she came. A wave of heat rolled through me. My cock hardened so fast and so rigidly it hurt. “Fuck, Magdalena,” I groaned, jerking myself while picturing her lips attached to my dick, sucking me deep as she twirled her tongue. The gurgling and gagging noises coming from her… A moanescaped me. Fuck, she’d been so good, my jerking no longer compared. I moved my hand faster. “Please…”she’d begged so many times and then came while sucking my dick.God, I wish I could fuck you again. I wish I could have you all to myself, Little One.
Somehow, the memory of Mael attacking her poisoned my thoughts, then I remembered the way she wouldn’t stop stabbing his body. She was covered in so much blood. Then the pressure formed in my balls and dick. I pumped it until I imagined her sucking my dick with all that blood on her face. The cum rushed out of me, dirtying the tiles of the wall. After, as I was catching my breath with my forehead against the wall, the world swirled. That’s how hard she made me come, and she wasn’t even there.I gasped, struggling to steady my breathing.
I thought that would be the end of it, but the spell this girl had put on me seven years ago had strengthened ten times that night. I thought about her every day.
It took me months to finally stop considering searching for her. I wanted to find a way to make it right between us, but of course, she’d made it clear that was impossible. Somehow, it didn’t shut off my need to hold her, kiss her, smell her, taste her, touch her.
Itwasanothernormalmorning, so I woke up alone, and my first thought was about her. Was she happy over the results of the election? She’d worked so hard she got the flu and was bedridden for five days. My gorgeous little one.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t just lay there all day and night, dreaming of her and how successful she’d become since I was still in the pit of hell. So, I got ready for the day, then headed to my office, where I had to go through a hundred encoded emails from new customers, trying to identify their locations and identities. The phone rang.
“Yes, Manolo?”
“Sir, there’s a cleanup issue on the seventh floor.”
Goddammit. Again? This was the third slave this year.“Which slave?
“295638X.” I sighed at the confirmation that it was as I’d suspected, another slave murdered by someone I just couldn’t catch.
“So, that’s... Lord Adler’s girl, right?”
“Yes.” Again, I sighed because I was not looking forward todealing with him.
“Okay.” I hung up on him.
Lord Adler had always been a pompous idiot who envied my position in the center. He thought himself the rightful person to manage the business. Master didn’t trust him enough. But he wasn’t stupid enough to kill his own slave. I was almost sure it was that doctor I especially abhorred, Dr. Lansbury. He was a sick motherfucker, loved torturing the slaves in the medical unit even when he had no permission, but I needed proof before I could report him. We were so short on medical staff as it was. Finding doctors was especially difficult.
He was escalating too. The first girl, he’d killed four years ago when I’d gone to Monaco, but the last three were months apart. I wanted to torture it out of him so bad, but Master didn’t like losing doctors. They were very hard to find and convince to work with us. He’d insisted on proving Dr. Lansbury guilty first.
I sucked my teeth and shook my head at the thought of what that girl had endured all night. On top of that, a slave was a minimum of a nine-million-dollar loss. It wasn’t safe to come up short on quotas. My thoughts were interrupted by the alarm bell I had in assigned for Ben’s texts through my phone.
Ben:Are you there?
Me:Of course. What’s up?
Ben:Here is the list of new slaves coming in twelve hours.
Me:That’s quite ahead. Where are they coming from?
Ben:…. Spain ….
The picture took its sweet time downloading before popping up. Most of the girls were fooled by our men online on this game that made it so easy groom them through its chats or they’d act like a boyfriend and within a week or two have them eating out of their palm.
My eyes stopped sweeping the list when they reached her name, and everything that had been in my mind about LordAdler, the new dead slave, and Dr. Lansbury had disappeared. That was not a common name, especially in fucking Spain. The fact that it was her name and the correct age had my heart hammering against my chest and my stomach falling.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” I yelled, then slammed my hand on my desk.I knew it. I knew the minute we let Callum out he’d find her. God! And her family was still in Spain? What part of run did she not understand?“Fuuuuucccckk!” I slammed my hand again, not caring how much it hurt.
Me:Do we have any medical records on them? Send me everything.
Ben:As soon as I get it, it’s yours.
I looked at the list a few times to confirm my eyes had not deceived me. As soon as I’d returned from Monaco, I’d told Ben almost everything that happened there. So, once in a while, he’d send me the names and records of the incoming slaves so if ever the day came, nothing would seem out of the ordinary. Part of me had stayed because, although I tried to deny it, I knew they would catch her sooner or later. I had to stay, just in case.
