David swiftly regained his composure and gave me a flat look. “How many of them are you going to kill?”
“As many as you send.”
Swiping my shirt off the floor, I pulled it over my head and walked towards him. He gave me a level stare that was meant to show he wasn’t afraid of me. I knew better. He was seconds away from shitting down the back of his fraudulent holy robes.
I smiled, showing teeth this time just to make him a little more uncomfortable.
He cleared his throat and slightly shifted from left to right.
Fear was a drug I administered effortlessly. I didn’t even have to try; it always happened naturally. I wondered if he knew how little time he had left alive before I cut him into individual pieces and gave his head to Cali in a box.
“I’m not going to keep sending you girls if you don’t know how to take care of them,” he stated.
“We’ve only killed four, but who’s counting? None of us give a shit about the bitches you send in here. I have too much to do if we want this all to go smoothly. You said have fun with them…” I paused and stepped to the side so he could get a clear view of the mutilated pussy I’d left on display just for him. “That’s my definition of fun.”
He bought every word I said, sighing and nodding in agreement, refusing to stare at my craftsmanship.
“You’re right. I should have considered that and…your specific taste,” he added dryly, diverting his grey eyes to the floor.
I knew what he was doing. He thought he was testing me, and in his eyes, I was passing with flying colors. He wasn’t intelligent enough to outsmart me. I was twelve steps ahead of him. I’d planned this entire charade out meticulously; there was only one variable unaccounted for.
Cali. She was my unpredictable wild card.
Once she was back by my side, I couldn’t care less if he knew just how mine she was. That was inevitable; the world would know. The few acolytes I could depend on knew already from witnessing her initiation.
But as things stood right then, I didn’t give a shit about her, and had him believing she was the one who had orchestrated the killing off of his delegates by manipulating some of my people.
Of course, he bought it. He was the one who taught her how to use herself to take advantage of men and women.
With her sinful blue eyes, white-blonde hair, and snow-white skin, she looked like a sweet, innocent porcelain doll. No one who saw her would ever suspect that she was a crazy fucking bitch who loved the feel of blood on her hands.
“What do you want?” I stopped a few feet away from him, not so subtly watching the way his Adam's apple bobbed. It was times like these I wondered how David had risen to the top of The Order. I knew it was passed down to him from his father but the man was a gaping pussy. Giving him the metaphorical keys to the castle was a dumb as shit move.
“I just wanted to ensure everything was coming along for this weekend.”
“I’ve been working at this for day and night. You don’t think I’d be well and fucking prepared?”
He sighed again, nervously smoothing his palms down his robe. I was going to burn him in the motherfucker.
“Was that all?”
“I guess so. I’ll see you in the morning.” He turned and did one last slow sweep of the room, freezing when his gaze landed on Cobra.
“Tell me again why he’s still alive?” he hissed back at me.
Knowing David was talking about him had Cobra looking up with a giant grin on his face, purposely antagonizing the situation.
“You had one simple task, and that was bringing Calista back to me. Please share what you find so amusing about your screw up,” David snapped at him.
I forced my jaw to remain slack when I felt it beginning to clench. I had a primal urge to constantly claim Cali like the Savage I was, and this stupid motherfucker actually believed I was going to hand her over to him.
I couldn’t do shit about it though, notyet. In due time, he would get what was coming to him. I was going to bestow upon him my own version of karma.
Cobra cleared his throat and let out a loose chuckle. “Dave. Can I call you Dave? I think we got off on the wrong foot. I’ll say sorry for fucking up the delivery of your daughter if you tell me why you want her back after she’s been gone so long.”
David looked at the three of us and scoffed. “Why wouldn’t I want her back? I was devastated when she went missing.”
His head snapped to Grimm, who laughed loudly and didn’t bother covering it up.
