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Then, she helped herself to my cock.
I told her how much of a dirty slut she was and fucked her mouth until I came all over her perfect plump lips. I got off on damaging my father’s property.
Glancing left and then right, I still saw nothing but snow-covered cars and shitty apartment buildings.
I hoped like fuck whoever I was waiting for made an appearance soon. No matter what happened, whether Jax and I had killed someone, buried a body, or assisted in a brutal shakedown, we had to go to mass every Sunday. Ten A.M sharp.
My father had a skewed logic and my mother was no longer around to attempt to put him on the straight and narrow.
Some higher power must have heard my inner ramblings because a woman came stumbling around the corner. She was dressed uncomfortably skimpily for the weather. On closer inspection, she looked like the doped-up whores my father sold on cold winter nights just like this one.
She wore nothing but tall, knee-high black boots, a leopard print jacket, and a white dress that barely covered her ass. Dark hair was in total disarray around her face. It didn’t take her long to notice me, and by the way her dark eyes widened in shock, she remembered exactly who I was. The surprise was mutual. No wonder he’d told me not to kill her.
“P…Pierce. How are you?” she stuttered, giving me a pained smile and stopping a safe distance from where I stood.
“This isn’t a social call. Get over here!” I snapped.
I wanted nothing more than to put a bullet in her worthless brain, but I couldn’t. Not yet, at least.
She made a sound in her throat and slowly crept forward, eyeing me with trepidation.
“Do you know how long I’ve been out here?”
Before she could respond, a piece of her dingy coat was balled in my hand and I was pulling her closer to me.
“Wait…don’t—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I reached inside my jacket and removed the thick envelope my father had given me to deliver. “If I could kill you, I’d have done it the second you came around the corner.” I thrust the parcel into her chest, making her lose balance and stumble.
Shaking my head, I stepped over her and made my way down the barren street, gritting my teeth.
My greedy snake of a father was still paying her to do his bidding. I knew what he was after the same thing I was.
Little did he know his associates were desperate for me to take his place.
And I would.
I was going to kill my father.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
When I woke the next morning, warm sunlight was streaming into the room, and unsurprisingly, Pierce was gone.
The clock said it was seven-thirty, but it felt much later than that. Brushing strands of dark hair from my face, I yawned and sat up. Pierce’s voice came from down the hall.
Presumably, he was on the phone, as I couldn’t hear any other voices.
Slowly climbing out of bed, I crept towards the door and tried to pick up on what he was saying.
He never told me anything, never elaborated on what he wanted from me. I always got some cryptic ass response, so I had no qualms about eavesdropping.
“That’s not what we discussed,” he hissed just as I slipped out into the hall.
When I was almost at the top of the stairs, I peered down at him from over the banister. His body language screamed that someone was about to get hurt.
A loud apology burst through the speaker, a man’s distraught voice practically begging for forgiveness. I had no idea who he was, but I instantly felt for the guy. I’d heard many rumors about the Serbans—how brutal they could be, how unforgiving they were. Pierce kidnapping me was proof enough of that.
“You have until the end of the day to fix the problem.” He damn near snarled at the man, cutting off his fourth apology. After he hung up the phone, his indigo eyes darted up, locking with mine.
By the unsurprised look on his face, he’d known I was there the whole time. The cold, frigid disposition I was used to was back. Talk about a split personality.
“Get down here,” he commanded, snapping his fingers at me as if I were a dog.
“Don’t be a dick to me because you’re having a shitty morning.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I tried to match the icy look he was so good at giving. His eyes narrowed as he slowly made his way to the bottom of the long staircase.
We stared at one another for what seemed like hours. Unable to keep my face as stoic as his, I looked away first.
“Get the fuck down here. Please,” he sighed in exasperation.
Grinding my teeth, I reluctantly went down the stairs, pausing when our chests were almost touching
