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GENEVIEVE
When he finally recovers from his scream, he grabs the heiress and, despite her struggles, thrusts her at us as he turns. “Take anything!” he yells as he tries to dash out of the door, but I jerk my chin and Gage is there, his hand above Chaz’s head, keeping it shut. Gage isn’t even using his full strength, yet Chaz swears and struggles, sweating as he tries to get it open. I can almost sense my men’s laughter around me. Gage towers over him, almost double his height and weight, and the sight is so fucking sexy, I shift. My eyes drag to the heiress. She stands with her hand to her throat as she hesitates in the hallway. Her eyes flick nervously to us and back to Chaz.
She’s beautiful, as in seriously beautiful.
I can’t fault his taste…
It doesn’t escape my notice that she’s almost the complete opposite of me. She has long, sleek black hair that’s slightly waved and pinned over one shoulder. Her big brown eyes almost make her seem doll-like, as do her small button nose and painted red lips. Her skin is pale and flawless, and her curves are enough to even make me stare.
They were clearly just on a date, where Chaz focused on wining and dining her.
I should let her go, but she might call for help. Plus, she needs to know the truth about him, because despite everything, I see the kindness in her eyes.
“G, stop playing with him,” Archer orders, amusement in his tone, then he looks at me. I jerk my head at the dining room, not wanting to give my voice away. He follows my direction and laughs. “B, get the rope from the bag.”
“Rope?” the heiress croaks. “Please, I have money. I won’t tell. Please let me go.”
“No can do,” Eric responds without a hint of flirtation in his tone as he gently guides her to the dining room with his hand on her arm. I narrow my eyes on it before bringing my gaze back to Chaz, ignoring the sudden jealousy tearing through me at Eric’s small touch. Gage simply locks the door and throws Chaz over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Despite his screams as he pounds on Gage’s back, Gage hardly reacts. I follow them in time to see Booker passing rope to Archer, who ties the heiress to a dining table chair they pulled before the doorway into the space. She swallows, looking pale and terrified, but she holds her head up with dignity as her hands are bound to the chair behind her. Chaz shrieks and throws out threats as Gage dumps him onto his chair and ties him up with Booker’s help, making the ropes extra tight, and then he whines like a little bitch.
If he endured what I did before they let me go, he would break.
He would break where I grew up, because he’s weak.
“I have friends in high places. You’re all dead, do you hear me?” he hollers, his face twisted in an ugly mask. Unable to help myself, I step closer, and they all step back to the wall and door, leaving me to this. My hand comes up, and the resounding slap that cuts off his threat and knocks his head to the side is so satisfying, I do it again before stepping back as he whimpers. With tears in his eyes, his shirt rumpled, and his chest straining from where he’s tied up, I can admit he’s still handsome, but the vile nature he hides underneath the façade corrupts all that beauty.
“Why are you doing this? Who are you?” he demands, but there’s something uneasy in his eyes, like he already knows the answer to his question as his gaze goes to the men behind me—to the men he betrayed and used, the men he was a fool to mess with.
My men.
When his eyes come back to me, confused and fearful, I rip off my mask and let it dangle from my fingers as a wide, evil grin curls up my lips. “Hello, dearest fiancé.”
The way his expression transforms into one of shock and terror is comical, and then he turns completely pale and, yep, faints. He actually faints. Eyebrow arched, I look over at the heiress. “If that doesn’t get your knickers wet, what will, right?” I wink.
She purses her lips, looking between him and me. “Fiancé? He told me you were dead. I’m a fool.” She slumps. “I knew he was too good to be true. I’m a fool.” There’s a sadness there I recognise, and a desperation to be loved that resonates with my own, so I soften a little.
“You and me both,” I tell her softly before turning in time to see Chaz waking.
Blinking to clear the fog, Chaz slowly lifts his head. I wait until his eyes focus on me before moving closer, forcing him to crane his neck back to see me. I dominate him the way he used to control me. I used to let him because he hated to feel emasculated, but not anymore. I stand to my full height, looking him over purposely, and find him lacking.
Despite the riches he’s dripping in, as false as they may now be, the only thing that fills me is disgust.
Give me a thief covered in mud and a cold, rickety farmhouse any day.
His eyes dart around, calculating his next move, before he blinks at me. “Gen, baby, you’re okay—”
I roll my eyes and slap him again. “Shut the fuck up, you idiot.” He snaps his mouth closed, but there’s a glint of anger in his eyes that betrays his worried fiancé act. “You can cut the shit. I know everything. You really aren’t very smart, fucking over the men doing the dirty work for you, Chaz, but then again, you always were too perfect to do it yourself. You forgot one thing…”
I crouch, crooning as I drag my hand up his chest like a lover’s caress. There’s a snarl behind me, but I ignore it. “You forgot who I am and where I came from, and, baby? On the streets I grew up on, betrayal is best dealt with in blood.” My hand wraps around his throat, and I dig my nails in until I draw blood as if in penance for his sins. I drag his head up as I stand, making him cry out as he writhes in the chair. Leaning down, I whisper, “You should have killed me, lover, because now I’m going to take everything you have. Even your name will be destroyed, but I won’t kill you. Oh no, I’ll make you watch as your kingdom crumbles around you and you are nothing better than the woman you once vowed to love.” Squeezing his throat once more, I step back with a grin.
“You think you can destroy me, Genevieve? You fucking idiot. You know who I am. You are nothing!” he spits, his vile nature showing his true colours. “You are a fucking street kid who earned a few mil and thinks she has it all, even while everyone she surrounds herself with laughs at her. You are nothing. You are new money, a dumb cunt I easily swept off her feet for her money because you are so desperate to be loved.” I swallow against the hit, not wanting it to find a home, but it does. He’s right. But then I feel them stepping up behind me, and I tilt my head back. Chaz sneers in disgust and then looks at them. “I bet she earned her life from you the same way she got the ring from me, am I right? It’s so easy for her to open her legs if she gets what she wants. I bet you’ve heard how the little whore moans when—”
“Well, it’s not a moan with us. It’s a scream,” Eric taunts, but there is steel in his voice—fury on my behalf.
I laugh, I can’t help it. He’s searching for a chink in our armour and using his words in an attempt to survive this, but he doesn’t realise he’s already lost to a street kid and her thieves. Every eye is on me as I laugh so hard, tears run from my eyes. Waving it away, I turn on my men and grin.
“You hear this shit?” I wipe at my eyes, still chuckling softly. “He thinks I give a fuck about what he or his rich friends think. God, I’m so glad I don’t have to nod along at their stupid conversations about boats and which leather is best anymore.” I swing back to him. “Do you realise how dull and boring your entire existence is? Yeah, you bet I opened my legs for them eagerly, and, baby? They made me scream like you never could. They showed me exactly what living really is.” I refuse to be embarrassed as I grin wickedly at him. “You should see the shit we’ve done…” I groan, almost swaying on the spot as I remember the way they fucked me last night.
His eyes narrow in anger. “You fucking whore.”
