“I know you’re bored. But there are a couple of things I need you to do that’ll keep you busy until I get there.”
“Screw you. You do whatever you want done.”
The laughter that came from the receiver made his teeth grind.
“Screwing you is exactly what I intend to do when I walk through that door,” she cooed in that fake, delighted voice. “You know how excited this kinda thing makes me. I’m so wet right now. I’ve got my fingers inside me as I drive, but it’s not enough. I need your cock, baby. I need it real bad.”
Gerry growled as his dick hardened into a pike in his jeans. “Fucking slut,” he bit out, hating that she could rouse him even when he wanted to strangle her. And he would strangle her. He’d slap her face, too, while he screwed her. He liked seeing her all red, teary, and blotchy when he blew his load. “What needs doing?”
“We’ll need a video of her. It’s all set up in the second bedroom.”
“Yeah, I saw,” he groused, palming his hard prick. “Video of what?”
“Of you shoving that hard-on of yours into every hole she has.”
He froze. “What?”
“You heard me. That bitch’s family won’t feel enough pain if they only lose money. They’ve got too much of it to mean anything to them. They need to lose something that hurts.”
Although the modulator made her sound like she was happily discussing something inane, like the weather, Gerry could hear her real voice in his head, and the sharply honed malice that would be threaded into her words.
“So, have fun, baby,” she went on. “Give it to her the way only you can. And you keep giving it to her until she never wants another man anywhere near her for the rest of her life. I’ll get there as soon as I can, so I don’t miss the whole show.”
Gerry’s heartbeat began to gallop at the thought of Livi watching him. It always drove him crazy when she directed the action because she was much more creative than he was. He got too frenzied. Lost track of what he was doing. “You told me not to touch her. That my DNA would get us caught.”
“We’ll clean her up before we make the trade later today,” she assured him. “Just think, we’ll be out of this shithole city tonight.”
“They’ll see me on the video, too. My tattoos and scars and shit. Even if I change my face, I can’t change my body.”
“We can blur anything that identifies you. It’s easy, babe. Leave the details to me and enjoy yourself. Just don’t kill her, or we’ll have much bigger problems. We want her broken, not dead.”
His blood heated as he remembered how the hoity-toity Vidal cunt had attacked Joe in the garage.Rest in peace, you dumb bastard.
Their captive was dehydrated now and hadn’t eaten since he’d snatched her. Livi was the one who said they had to weaken her, so she’d be less dangerous. He was sorry about that now. Bitches who chose to fight rather than cooperate were the most fun to break in. When they finally went limp and unresponsive,their eyes glassy with horror, they reminded him of his mother the last time he ever saw the slut.
Glancing over at the crate in the corner of the living room, Gerry licked his lips.
Ronan rang the after-hours bell beside the locked entrance to Vidal Records and gave a short, quick wave to the guard inside.
She gave him a considering look, then her voice came over the intercom. “How can I help you?”
“I’m Ronan McCaffrey.”
She looked down at her monitor as she searched for his name. He knew the moment she found it because her brows shot upward. His stake in the company was so new that some of the employees were still unaware of who he was or what he looked like. In other takeovers, he would’ve explained the new situation via a company-wide email first. That initial contact would also set up an in-person gathering of all employees, during which he’d introduce himself.
But he’d had different plans for Vidal until very recently. Correcting that lapse was another thing he had to handle while in the office.
By the time the guard hurried over to unlock the door, he’d pulled out his driver’s license and had it pressed against the glass.
“Good morning, Mr. McCaffrey,” she said as she stepped aside for him to enter.
He read her name badge. “Morning, Eady. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Aww… thanks. You, too. You might not see much of me, since I’m only here on weekends.”
“You’ll likely see me more than you’d expect.” Since he was pushing Chris Vidal Sr. out of the company entirely and expected both of the man’s children to be indisposed indefinitely, he’d be juggling most of the C-level roles while managing his own business interests.
“Would you happen to have any updates on Ms. Vidal?” she asked hesitantly.
