Page 65 of Greed

“Minetta, I don’t understand.” I walked up behind her as I gently touched her injured side.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but honestly, I just can’t talk anymore about this right now. My body and my brain are exhausted.” Raising up on her tiptoes, she gripped the front of my shirt as she laid a kiss on my cheek. I snaked my arm around her waist, savoring the feel of her pressed close. I wanted to tell her to stay, convince her to just let me hold her while she slept.

“I can’t go back to work until I’m cleared of the charges. Charges from the real officers that I had to speak to this morning. So give me a call if you want to do dinner, and if you change your mind….”

She shrugged, and I studied her features closely, looking for more signs of injury. Only then did I notice her face had a few scrapes, and she was wearing makeup to cover a bruise by her eye. I glanced at her hand and her swollen knuckles. Whatever had happened, she’d put up a fight. The fury that thumped white-hot in my veins at the thought of someone touching her, hurting her, was enough to raise the demon in me. The tattoos along my back burned, and I could feel my power coming to life. I wanted whoever was responsible for this dead, and once they were dead, I’d make sure they continued to burn for eternity.

“I think I should take you home,” I said, following her to the door.

“I don’t think that is a good idea. I’ll be too tempted to do more than we should yet.” She paused at the door and looked back, her eyes unreadable. “Have a good night, and for what it’s worth, I’m looking forward to your call.” She slipped out the door, her eyes shrouded with an emotion I didn’t understand.

I paced the office, torn whether to follow her home or not, but figured she’d hate that idea.

“Shilo!”

“Yes, Sir?” The angel poked his head in the door.

“Send one of the guards to make sure Minetta gets home okay and tell them to be discreet. I don’t want her to see them. Also, I need you to find someone for me.”

“Of course, Sir, who would you like me to find?”

“It is someone that works with Minetta. His name is Jared.”

“Right away, Sir, I will see that all is taken care of.”

Just the sound of this fucker’s name angered me. No one treated Minetta the way he had. He was about to be very sorry that he’d ever even looked in my little bird’s direction.

I stared at the naked lump of shit that was propped up and tied to one of my chairs. I evilly smiled as my gaze flicked to the tiny prick that lay slumped over. The man’s head was cast down, his chin resting on his chest as he slumbered in his drugged state. I had no intention of waking him even a second sooner. I wanted the tranquilizer to be out of his system and Jared to be fully awake for what I had planned.

Shilo and his men had found Jared unsurprisingly with his cock in hand, stroking it off to a random porn of a dark-haired girl in a schoolgirl uniform. And of course, the girl happened to be screaming for him to keep going as he smacked her ass for being a very naughty girl. Not exactly original porn if you asked me, but it was very insightful into the inner workings of Jared’s mind. My power had already seeped into his body and was reading him like an open book. Every dark and depraved thing was laid bare for me to explore and use against him.

The ice clinked a little as I took a sip of the decadent brandy, yet it could not even come close to comparing to my Minny. I could still feel her lips on mine, the peach taste lingered on my tongue, and I had yet to lose the throbbing between my legs that was also serving to fuel this particular bit of fun.

Jared groaned, his head lolling back and forth. “Wha…”

“Hello, Jared,” I said casually.

The guy lifted his head a little, his lips smacking slowly as drool dribbled from his mouth. His eyes were still heavy with the cocktail of drugs that had been administered to assure his compliance.

“What…” Jared smacked his lips again.

“Would you like a drink?” I offered and stood to grab the glass of water I’d set on the table. Grabbing Jared’s hair roughly, I yanked his head back, his mouth opening with a yell. I quickly dumped the large glass of water down his throat. He drank as fast as he could, but much flowed out over the sides and fell in streams down his cheeks to his neck and chest.

Jared tried to close his mouth and turn away, forcing me to pull harder on his head. His neck would now be painfully pulled further than it should. Delightfully, Jared’s mouth opened wider, and I poured the rest of the remaining water into his mouth. I let go of the lump of shit as he swallowed the last of it and coughed as water bubbled out his nose. I sat the glass back down before wandering to the bar to refresh my drink.

“Who are you?” Jared asked and then coughed some more.

“Jared, you’re asking the wrong question.” I turned to face the man, getting a good look at him for the first time. He wasn’t a terrible-looking human. He had dark brown hair that I was sure would normally be in a fashionably styled state. His hazel eyes were a unique shade, his square jaw giving him a cocky jock feel—while his body was toned in all the right places.

“I bet you get a lot of women, don’t you, Jared?”

Jared straightened a little in the chair, the leather making a large fart sound as he moved. I smirked at him as his face went bright red.

“I do okay with the ladies,” Jared finally said.

I tapped my finger on the edge of my glass as I thought. “I think you’re being modest. I mean, look at you. You’re quite the specimen.”

Jared shrugged. “Like I said, I do alright.”