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“We need a game plan, and you need to look visibly busy schmoozing your father’s supporters the next few days. I also wanted to know if you want to help me kill Carrie when the time comes, because it will,” Orion growls.
Hands still shaking, I lean forward and spit into the toilet. I feel like ass, but he’s right. Planning needs to be done, and…
As my eyes move up Orion’s body, I see the clear imprint of his hardened cock in his joggers, which is intriguing for someone that’s practically asexual, or so he describes himself. Smirking, I poke the bear. “Plans to murder Carrie and eye candy in the form of gray sweatpants, you really shouldn’t have.”
Orion snorts in amusement, his cheeks pinking a bit. “Yeah, it just started doing that. I don’t know what the fuck that’s about. There’s an extra toothbrush under the sink, be sure to use it.”
With that little nugget, he walks out and I stare after him. A man who lives alone, shouldn’t have a random extra toothbrush. Flushing the toilet again, I stand to look, and there is in fact an extra toothbrush and toothpaste. “Son of a bitch,” I mutter as I start to brush my teeth. I really don’t know what to make of Orion, but I need to get my head back in the game.
Staring at my haunted eyes, I think of Len, and how free she looks when she sings. Brushing my tongue, I think of how caring Roark is, making sure everyone in his sphere is being taken care of. I wish for a moment I could send him a message to tell him I’m alright. Although… Am I?
And then I think of Turner, his smirk when he’s teasing me with his lip piercing, and how observant he is. And then I bury my feelings, fears, and trauma. I have work to do.
15
CARRIE
Folding my legs under me, I listen to Grant fuck my daughter’s ex-manager, who we brought out to the cabin with us. She is very good with her mouth, and I’m not in the least bit jealous as I watch his big dick slide in and out of her young, wet pussy. Derek’s dick was definitely more impressive in high school, and I wonder if I’ll ever get the pleasure of riding him again.
My phone buzzes and I glance down at it. If Grant looks over, I’ll grab the toy next to me and distract him. Why are men so easy?
Mr. X: Your daughter is very stubborn. I need to break her down more before the buyers will take her. I need your help, and instead you’re taking a fucking holiday.
Rolling my eyes, I ask myself why I surround myself with idiots. I’ve been watching her with Larsen for weeks, and even I know the best way to fuck with my daughter is through her men. Pity about Larsen, but I couldn’t risk him telling Grant I revealed that I was alive to Derek. I have Grant where I want him: giving me money to help run the hospital. I’m someone important to the development of our plans, my daughter the perfect pawn to run experiments on, torture, and break.
Mr. Xav needed someone who would challenge him. Biting my lip, I decide to help him just a bit. The last thing we need is for him to kill her because he’s frustrated. I don’t want that, I want her to suffer.
X, you’re being shallow in your plans. You know she cares for her bandmates, use the photos the private detective took for Grant.
Grant sent a detective to take photos of Lennon’s lovers. They spent a lot of time face fucking each other and drinking. Xav has plenty of ammunition to use with my daughter if he’s smart about it. Lennon has a high tolerance for pain, so she’s weathered the beatings and torture well. Mental warfare will be how he breaks her, especially now that I’m not around to pretend to be a figment of her mind.
Mr. X: You deserve all of the orgasms, my dear. I take it all back.
Damn straight.Smirking, I put the phone away, watching as Grant turns to look at me. Switching on the bullet, I open my legs wide, enjoying how his pupils blow with desire. Rubbing my clit with the toy, my head drops back with pleasure, and my smile turns devious as Grant groans, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
Perfect. I can lick him out of the girl as she returns the favor. Prescott gives better oral anyway. No one can know she’s here, so we’re enjoying calling her by every other name imaginable. The little whore likes it, I think. I may call her Kylie next…
Orion
Squeezing the steering wheel, I glance at the screen on my dashboard’s navigation instructions. As promised, a car was dropped off in my driveway at a quarter to four in the afternoon. Is it lunacy to jump into a vehicle and just drive to an undisclosed location with very little information? Maybe, but if Grant wanted to kill me, there’s a lot of ways he could do it without being so clandestine.
I’ve been driving for two hours already, and the navigation states I’m still an hour away. The sun’s last rays paint the sky, lighting up the changing colors of the leaves. It should be pretty, but instead it reminds me of the passing of time. Lennon has been with Xav for almost four weeks now, and Derek insisted that I check in on her while I’m there.
I want to be able to report that she’s fine, but there’s also this odd pang in my chest and I don’t know what it could be. Worry? A heart attack? I’m thirty-one in December, I work out… It can’t be a heart attack, right?
I’ve never worried about anyone in my life before. I don’t fear death, I’m too smart to get caught and go to jail, and I don’t form connections to others. And yet, I’m worried I may disappoint Derek with my trip out to Hidden Hills today? Grant told me Xav was working with a patient today and he wanted me to observe. He also suggested that if the situation called for it, I may have to step in and help. I can’t imagine a situation where my particular skill sets would come in handy. I know how to torture people, skin them so that they’re alive as long as possible, and how to dispose of the bodies afterwards.
How could they possibly need me?
“Take a right at the next fork,”the navigation says. The voice is robotic yet prissy, and I want to name her Karen. Something tells me she’d yell at me to pay attention if I missed a turn.
Unbidden, my lip twitches. Nothing about today is funny, and I feel this unaccustomed feeling of doom hanging over me. I didn’t make any calls while in the car, not a single text, because Grant is a snoopy asshole. I have no doubt there's at least one recording device in the vehicle.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see the little red blinking light right by my door.Great, he isn’t even hiding it today.Fucking fantastic.
I can tell it’s only facing me directly, and he’s ignoring the rest of the car. I’m going to be in a shit mood when I leave here, so I may pick up a souvenir to dismember on my way home.
Grant doesn’t care about my proclivities as long as it doesn’t directly affect him. Holding in the complaints I want to mutter because I don’t know if he wired this camera for sound, my eyes bounce along my darkening surroundings. This place really is isolated. It’s also possible I took more turns than necessary with the navigation system, so I’ll never find this place on my own.
