Joe scoffs. “Only because she’s higher than a kite, and Melissa knows how to manipulate her. Hell, you really did a number on her, boss.”
I stop, spin around, and glare at them.
“When I want your input and advice, I’ll fucking tell you. I never promised her a white picket fence or any kind of fucking future. She was a convenient way for me to get my rocks off and nothing else, so unless you want me to put a bullet between those fucking lips, stop flapping them.”
Sage winces and mutters under his breath as the two men realize they’ve gone too far. They both pale even further, and I storm even faster up the steps. I’m done with this shit. This is why I don’t like to be nice to people. They think it means more than it does and start taking liberties and giving opinions.
At the top of the stairs, I let my annoyance fuel me as I open the door to the office and stride in. What I find really shouldn’t surprise me, but it kind of does. I stop, feeling Sage bump into my back, then I hear Bill and Joe mutter behind him, but my focus is on the sight in front of me.
Hardcore metal music blares through the speakers of the office, causing my head to pound, and Candy is strung up in a sex swing, bound, gagged, and naked. A busty, dark-haired female wearing a dominatrix outfit, complete with strap-on, does a line of coke off her mound before swirling her fingers through the powder and shoving them deep inside her pussy. Candy moans and rolls her eyes as her head falls back, her hair almost hanging to the floor as the girl removes her fingers and smacks her clit.
“Such a good bitch for me,” the girl croons, and I don’t even think she notices she has an audience—Candy certainly doesn’t.
“Holy shit, she looks a lot like you,” Sage mutters into my ear, and I slide my gaze over to see him cock his head and watch as the girl notches the huge strap-on at Candy’s hole then push forward. “A Temu version of you, but I’m getting so many fucking ideas.” I roll my eyes, annoyed at him.
“Not now,” I snap and step farther into the room, pissed that neither of them have noticed us, but that’s not actually the case, I realize, as the girl turns her head and glares at me.
“Who the fuck are you?” she asks, not stopping her thrusts as she grabs hold of Candy’s hips to stop her from swinging, using her momentum to pull her harder down the plastic cock.
I can tell by the gleam in her eyes that she knows exactly who I am, but this poor girl thinks she has more power than she does, and she’s going to get over herself very quickly.
Candy is lost in the haze of her drug fueled fuck and doesn’t even notice the intrusion as I slide my hand into the back of my pants and pull out my gun.
“I’m the fucking angel of death, and I’ve come to collect your soul,” I tell the girl who rolls her eyes and scoffs.
“Oh please, bitch, you’re nothing but a puppet playing at mafia queen. Lorenzo is going to put you in your place, and you’ll be nothing but a hole to be used and abused, a puppet on someone else’s strings.” She sounds gleeful as she keepspumping her hips, the drugs making her lips loose. “Poor little deluded mafia princess with daddy issues,” she rambles before laughing loudly, her pupils glassy with drug infused glee.
Flicking the safety off, I lift my gun and put a bullet through the bitch’s head. The gunshot echoes through the room with a loud bang, and I hear Sage groan with annoyance behind me.
Blood splatters the wall behind the girl, and Candy screams as her lover falls on top of her. The harness swings back and forth uncontrollably as Candy starts to struggle with the weight of the dead body lying on her.
“Now who’s a puppet on a string, bitch?” A smile crosses my lips as I watch blood drip onto the floor in a kind of avant-garde pattern. Candy thrashes and screams and tries to get the lifeless shell off her, but it’s to no avail.
“I’ll call the cleanup crew,” Sage mutters and pushes past me to go to the desk. The room falls silent, apart from Candy’s frantic noises, when he switches off the sound system. He pulls a burner cell out of one of the desk drawers and arranges for this girl’s body to be collected.
I wave a hand, and Bill and Joe step forward. They pull the corpse off Candy, and it slumps to the floor, then they extract Candy from the swing. She’s hysterical and sobbing, but when I approach, she calms down and glares at me with hatred.
“You’ll pay for this. Lorenzo is going to make you suffer, and I hope I’m there to see it.”
I feel my hand twitch on the gun and consider putting a bullet in her brain just to be done with her. It would really solve the problem, but there’s a small part of me, one hidden deep inside, that whispers this is all my fault. I’m the one who drove her to seek comfort in drugs and meaningless sex and be manipulated by Lorenzo. Lorenzo knew exactly how to manipulate her by bringing in a Tori look-alike to get her right where he wanted her.
Instead of doing what I normally would, I tuck the gun back into the waistband of my pants and give Joe and Bill a nod. They hurry her out of the room without another word. They know where to take her to sober up and will make sure she is cleaned up before she goes. Am I worried she’s going to blab about what I did? Maybe, but if the cops come looking, there will be no proof of what she claims, and we can blame her ramblings on a drug-induced psychosis, especially since they will take her directly to rehab.
The door closes behind them, leaving me, Sage, and the dead girl’s body with a round bullet hole in her forehead. I turn my back on the sight, feeling the calmest I have in a while, and take a seat behind my desk. Grabbing the decorative jade tiger paper weight off the bookshelf behind the desk, I pull out the SD card and plug it into the laptop on the desk, then I power it up.
Sage throws himself into one of the chairs on the other side, putting his boots up on the desk, his eyebrows raised in surprise. “You have another camera in here?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yeah, I don’t trust anyone, and I have cameras in all the offices that aren’t connected to the normal system, so if anyone turns the surveillance off, I still have eyes on what’s going on.”
He whistles under his breath. “My girl is so freaking smart. It’s sexy as fuck,” he tells me, giving me a wink and adjusting his cock. I’m pretty sure he’s been hard since we walked in. Sage is such a man-whore, but even I can admit what the two of them were doing was hot as fuck. Now that some of my anger has cleared, I can acknowledge that seeing the two of them—one with dark hair and the other with red—gave me ideas of doing the same thing to Vienna. I would love to have her at my mercy, naked, restrained, and dripping for me. When my eyes meet Sage’s, I can see he’s clearly having the same thoughts.
“Hmm,” he hums, sliding a finger across his lips. “I can see that swing in your room getting a lot of use in the future.”
I shrug in acknowledgement, and his lips spread into a wicked grin as he adjusts himself again, but I don’t have time to think about that right now. I pull up the folder of the last few days. Thankfully the camera is motion activated, so it switches off when no one is in the room, and it has the capacity to store a lot of footage. I scroll back through the files until the day of our accident and click on one. Sage gets out of his chair and comes around to stand next to me as we watch them.
Candy and Melissa walk into the office, followed by my weasel of an uncle, Lorenzo. He’s wearing a suit and has his hair slicked back with way too much product, so it makes it look greasy. He waves at the couch and tells the girls, “I want to watch the two of you fuck while I do business.”
Melissa wraps an arm around his waist and whispers something in his ear, and he goes to the desk drawer, snapping his fingers at Candy.
