“Yes. I’ve been loving you for a long time.” He leans forward and cups my face. “My Angel.”
I melt. My eyes blur with more tears, and as his warm lips press to mine, we find our way back into a heated session of worshipping each other.
When we eventually drag ourselves out of bed, we reluctantly shower and dress before we finally leave the rental, well fucked, and utterly in love.
As we near the warehouse, a thrill rushes through me, knowing I’m about to kill with Asher beside me. I want to share this with him. I want to shareeverythingwith him. Something I’ve never felt with anyone before.
On the drive over, I call AJ, who has been secretly monitoring things inside my warehouse so he doesn’t run into my family members, and he fills me in on the progress his hackers have made at funnelling the MacKenzie fortune out of their bank accounts and into the accounts of some of their known victims and families.
I’d asked him to do that for me when we spoke on the phone his guy gave me at the Taipans’ warehouse. I’d conceded that I do need to leave, and the fact that my brothers and cousins think it’s because my Crimson Angel identity has been outed just works in my favour.
When we arrive at my warehouse, I ignore everyone, going to get changed in my black latex suit, an outfit Asher can’t seem to keep his hands off, palming my arse or tits every moment he can while others aren’t watching.
He has an insatiable hunger for sex. Filthy sex. And hell, I’m here for it. So I tease him as I walk, putting an extra sway in my hips with each step, loving the bulge in his jeans and the way his eyes eat me up.
AJ’s men are no longer here. It’s just my brothers and cousins, and I can tell they have so many questions when they see me dressed as the Crimson Angel, but I ignore them, asking Barrett to take me to our prisoners.
Barrett’s pace is slow going since he’s using crutches, stilllooking a little pale, but he assures me the wound isn’t as bad as they thought, and he’ll be walking around in a week.
Devon steps forward and opens the shipping container for him, revealing three males swinging slightly from the ceiling beams, blood dripping from their feet.
“Have they been behaving?” I ask Barrett as I saunter into the room.
“They have.” He nods before clearing his throat as he drags his gaze from me to my new partner in crime, Asher. “We got their confessions on tape, plus they admitted to putting the hit on you. All that’s left to do is kill them.”
“Wrong,” I say, coming to stand before Julian, Stuart, and Monty. “They need to be tortured.”
“W-we’ve a-already b-been t-tortured.” Monty sobs, looking like nothing but a weak wannabe.
“Oh, I see that.” I nod, pacing in front of them, grinning at how messed up they already are.
I hope they’re wishing for their deaths, and I hope it scares them even more when they find out that we aren’t done yet.
“You haven’t been tortured by me yet.” I stop and flutter my lashes at them with a smile. “Or by Asher.” I direct my glare to Monty.
“Please. We’ve given all the information you’ve asked for. We won’t do those things again. You can have all of our money,” Stuart pleads. Or maybe it’s Julian. It’s hard to know who is who when they look identical.
I laugh. “We already have all of your money. What is needed now is justice for all of those innocent girls and women you stole and sold. I’m sure they won’t be happy until your insides are hanging free, and you’re choking on your own dicks.”
The twins start crying uncontrollably, trying to look at each other like that will help.
“I-I didn’t s-steal women. I-I’m not p-part of their b-business.” Monty tries to reason with us, but this time, it’s Asher who laughs.
“You stole my mum. You kept her locked in her addiction while you used her for her house and whatever money she getsfrom the government. You kept her fromme. You’renotinnocent here.”
As Monty starts crying, joining the twins, I turn to my brothers and my cousins.
“You may want to leave for this next part. It won’t be pretty.”
They raise their brows before Asher hooks his arm around my middle, pulling me in for a kiss, but he stops just before claiming my mouth, tilting his head to my family.
“It’s about to get very, very filthy in here.”
“Yep. I’m out.” Warrick turns on his heel, exiting quickly as Barrett chuckles.
“You two are bad fucking news. Just don’t kill each other in the process.”
I grin. “Never.”
