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A slight crinkle creased the corner of my eye as I fought a smirk. “Is that so?” I mused as I walked around him. Truth is, I’d been torturing him for hours. Cutting him on every smooth surface of his skin and making him bleed so fucking gorgeous for me.
I didn’t have to though, I already had my ace tucked away safely up my sleeve.
I could have done this without any violence, but I needed to breathe again.
Every second I fought my control, it made living all that much harder. I was tired and sometimes, I just needed to let go.
Brutality was my slumber.
I never needed to pretend here.
I whipped the tasseled end of the whip across my khaki gown and licked my lips at the sight. Snapping my fingers, Ronnie stepped closer to my side and produced a phone that he held up to a confused-looking Waylen. “You’re good, I’ll give you that. She was hard to find at first, not having your name and all that. Probably why my father couldn’t find her. He would have, eventually. I’m just better and so much faster.”
“W-who?” he choked out, and the little dip in his throat between his collarbones heaved up and down, like the chin of a croaking frog.
“Don’t,” I growled lowly. “I don’t tolerate those that play dumb. I found your daughter, Waylen, the one you thought was safely tucked away at collage.” Ronnie answered the call, the one that rang right on time. The screen lit up and a small, freckled girl appeared. Tears streamed down her face, and large rounded glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she sniffled. She was beautiful in a geek kind of way and looked nothing like her pathetic father. “I’ll kill her, Waylen. I’ll kill her and I’ll make you watch if you don’t do what I asked.”
“How could you?!” he screamed at me in fear, while I stared at my black-colored nails and examined them, unaffected.
“I lost all that I loved once. I would have done anything to save him, but I couldn’t. You can, Waylen. You can save her. If you don’t, then you never fucking deserved her in the first place.”
“Daddy,” Cammie squealed, noticing the phone in front of her face. “Daddy, what’s happening?” You couldn’t fake the sound of desperation. Of true, soul-consuming fear. That sound echoed around the basement now, and I felt nothing for it.
At first, Waylen said nothing, just looked away and clenched his eyes shut tightly. “Aryon,” was the only word I needed to utter before a fist flew across the screen in a blurb and struck Cammie across the face. She wailed and Waylen gasped, eyes flying open and drawn back to the screen.
“Don’t, please! Don’t!”
“Daddy, what’s happening!” she screamed once again and sobbed down the line. The cracked static adding to the harrowing sound.
“Okay, okay! I’ll do it. I’ll sign!” There was a rush of adrenaline in his wavering voice, not that it would do him any good. “I’m sorry, honey. I’m so sorry. Daddy loves you okay, no matter what happens, remember Daddy loves you, alright?”
“I love you too.”
I nod my head and Ronnie cuts the call before anything else could be said. Taking the papers from my second guard, Killian, I shove them in front of his face and offer him a pen. Ronnie cuts the ties behind his back before both men go back to stand silently by the door.
Waylen scribbles his name across the white page, shakily in black ink and I smile down at him, patting him on his bloodied shoulder. “Good boy, Waylen. A very good boy.”
“How? How did you do all of this? You’re just a woman,” he asked, head hung heavy, utterly depleted and withdrawn without an ounce of energy in being able to lift it up to look at me.
“Because in reality, darling, this seductress is the true muscle,” I mused with a soft smirk on my lips, designed to torment the weak. “Kind of perfect, no? Let’s face it. None of you saw little Alessia coming. After all, who would expect the daughter to defy the father?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Alessia
“You should totally, like do it,” Adley mocked in a cheerleader voice as she went cross eyed. “Really, though. It would look really badass.” She beamed at me with her natural voice from the seat in Locks, my hair salon.
I flicked through one of the twenty magazines, not paying attention to any of the pages. Looking up, I met her eyes in the mirror. “I don’t need to look badass, Adley. I’m already a badass.” Then I dropped my eyes again, returning to my mundane task.
“You’re literally no fun, do you know that? How the fuck are we related?”
“Do you need a lesson in the birds and the bees?” I quipped and tried to hide the smirk that was forming across my face.
She huffed a laugh and snorted indelicately. “Considering I’m the one knocked up, and you aren’t, shouldn’t I be having that conversation with you?”
I recoiled, looking back at her in shock. “Definitely not. I don’t want any crotch goblins destroying this body, thank you very much.” It wasn’t a lie. I’d never seen myself as a mother and every time I allowed myself to venture into such a fantasy, the man who I would’ve wanted them with was dead. “It would make it much harder to kill things.”
“I kill just fine,” she hummed, waving her left hand dismissively while she cradled her growing stomach.
