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“My children were spotted leaving Dom’s residence by my men,” Jin grinds out, his fist gripping his cigar so hard it breaks in half.

Franco scoffs under his breath and relaxes back in his seat.

“I’m not surprised. Nicholas has never fallen in line, has he?” Franco rubs a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his satisfied smirk yet falling miserable.

Jin isn’t a foul. His eyes spark in anger, and he sets down his cigar in the ashtray as he gives Franco his full attention.

“It would seem both our children could never fall in line as you say. I have already disowned my children and taken Nicola as leverage for Nicholas to come willingly to me. What will you do to get Logan to obey?” Jin props his feet on his desk and staples his fingers under his chin while he stares down Franco with a pleased expression.

“No. My son would never disrespect me. He wouldn’t…Fuck!” The fool next to me huffs out labored breaths, gripping the arms of his chair until his knuckles are white.

I’m actually having a good time. I was getting bored, however this has taken a pleasant turn of events.

“I would suggest turning Logan to our side or getting rid of him. We don’t have time for these, shall we say, hiccups. I want respect. If he stays, I want proven loyalty,” Jin stares Franco down, waiting until he gets a silent agreement in return with one single nod.

“Good. I want the girl gone, though. She’s a weakness and corrupted our sons.” Jin addressed me this time with a raised eyebrow.

I can’t help the pleased grin that spreads across my face.

“I have her wrapped around my finger. She won’t be a problem.” I pat my leather vest pocket, feeling the photo and finger inside.

“She better not,” Jin warns me, making me clench my teeth as my finger twitches to reach for my gun.

No one threatens me.

“I’ll keep you updated. I have the judge coming over in a couple hours for dinner. Logan and Tillie will be there. I’ll have your evidence by tonight where my son stands.” Franco announces tightly and stands up, buttoning his suit jacket before striding towards the door.

“Hey, Chief.” I sing out just as he opens the door.

His shoulders stiffen further under his fancy suit before he turns around to look at me with narrowed brown eyes.

“Yes?” He grinds out, his left eye twitching as I don’t say anything for a minute and take my time reaching into my breast pocket.

“Give this is Tillie, will ya? And please let her know I’ll be expecting an answer in two days.” I toss the bundled gift with a thin, red ribbon tied around it and watch a look of disgust cross his face as he catches it one-handed out of the air.

He gazes at the photo for a split second and holds it up to the light as he turns the bloody finger around to see the ring that’s just past the knuckle.

A signature of the Demon Jokers is engraved on the shiny metal. Only one man ever wore that ring. Tillie will know right away who it belongs to.

“That is all.” I feel giddy from the way his whole face flushes red at how I dismiss him.

He’ll learn his place. I’m so far out of his reach, that he’s just a speck compared to me. I’ll kill him without remorse and sleep like a baby, never to think of him again. I wave my fingers at him as my grin slides off my face as he puts my gift away in his pants pocket and a smirk slowly spreads across his mouth.

“I’ll make sure she gets it.” He sounds like he means more than just my gifts, which has my breathing pick up as rage consumes me, “You know, I get what all the fuss is about. Her tight, pink pussy tastes like pure honey and fucking sunshine as she comes on my tongue… heaven. Gentlemen,” he says cockily as he turns and walks away, waving arrogantly over his shoulder.

What. The. Fuck.

“What did he just- he fucked Tillie?” I’m seething and can feel the vein on my forehead throb.

“I wouldn’t say he fucked her, more like he devoured her pussy like a starving man. From my understanding, Payne made him when he came to visit, though I don’t think Franco put up much of a fight. Don’t worry about it, Franco is… a man consumed by grief and sees things that aren’t really there. Like his dead wife.” Jin waves his hand in the air, dismissing the subject before calling his men into the room.

I don’t move a muscle. I’m still staring at the doorway and developing a plan.

He touched… tasted her sweet pussy… took something ofmine.

I was just going to take Tillie once she fell into my arms willingly, but now… I think I’ll have to make a brief detour. Kill all the men who have touched her and stared at her naked body. I’ll start with Franco. He will regret ever thinking he could taste her honey when it’s been mine all along.

My knife will plunge into his chest cavity over and over again until I’m tearing through flesh, tendons, and muscles. Until I can see his ribcage holding his heart. I’ll carve my name into the beating organ and rip it out so that’s the last thing he sees.

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