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“I know too much for you to cast me out on the streets with no respect for everything I have done for you.”
She leans forward and hisses. “I know everything about you. Your life. Your perversions and your business. Do you really want to lose control of all that?”
I say nothing, and she twists her lips into a sadistic grin.
“I have an insurance policy if you ever thought of double crossing me. Anything happens to me, and you will be arrested for first degree murder and all your crimes are well documented.”
I still say nothing, and she laughs softly. “You know how it works, Kill. We protect one another and I have learned from the master. I am just taking out an insurance policy to protect myself because I know how you operate.”
I fix her with a dark expression and say slowly, “Are you threatening me, Gabriella?”
I note the pale tinge to her skin and the sweat bead on her forehead, but she maintains a blank expression.
“Of course not. I’m just protecting myself.”
“Nothing has changed. You’re fired and I never want to see you again.”
She stares in disbelief, and I say as an aside, “There is a current vacancy with Mrs. Collins. So, it’s not all bad news.”
I watch as the penny drops. “Purity. You’re talking about Purity.”
Her eyes are wide, but I don’t react and say roughly, “Time’s up.”
The door opens and my security guards enter and Gabriella yells, “Fuck you, Killian. You won’t get away with this.”
As she is hustled from my office, I hear her screaming abuse all the way to the elevator, and I sigh. Fucking Gabriella. I should have disposed of her years ago. She got too familiar, too caught up in her own self-importance.
Her threats will be extinguished, but her life remains because she is going to play a huge part in bringing down my enemies. She just doesn’t know it yet.
* * *
It’sdark before I head home and as the car stops at the entrance, I take a minute to consider the reception I’m liable to receive. Women don’t come here. I conduct my liaisons at my penthouse in the city. Not my mansion and so it’s strange knowing there is one here now. I surround myself with paid bodyguards and I employ an English butler, James Carrigan, who is a blessing because he manages my affairs and I rarely acknowledge his presence.
Now we have a house guest and I wonder what he thinks about that.
However, Purity is here for a different reason entirely, and she doesn’t realize how much trouble she is in. I need her for my plan to work and she will have no choice but to comply.
For some reason, I’m relishing the challenge because I love making people do what I tell them, against their wishes if necessary. Money usually helps, but threats and intimidation can change people’s minds just as easily.
James meets me at the door, and I say roughly, “Where is she?”
“Still sleeping, sir.”
“Still?”
I’m surprised, and he says softly, “Doctor Ramen guesses she had a huge dose of a drug designed to knock a person out for hours. She won’t regain full control for a while.”
“I see.” I’m incensed because I know what Mrs. Collins’ plan was. Drug Purity and allow her guests full use of her body while she couldn’t react. Some men love that shit, and she always uses it on the new recruits to break their spirits and bring them in line.
James says reverently, “Your supper is waiting, sir.”
“I’ll be twenty minutes.”
He nods and fades into the shadows as always, and I head to my suite of rooms to shower and change. This is my routine when I’m home. Shower, eat, work and end the evening with a night cap and a movie. Wake early and train before breakfast and leave at six am for the office.
I am a creature of habit, but my timetable is very different when I stay in my penthouse in the city. That usually involves an evening of socializing followed by depravity. The women I choose know what to expect and the night is spent testing their limits and honing my skills. Lately it’s become more frequent as I struggle for satisfaction, but nothing is doing the trick which is sending me feral.
As I shower, I picture the angel lying a short distance away. I imagine her white hair framing that perfect face. Her untouched body sliding against the silk sheets I always insist on. I imagine her small gasps of pleasure as I work her body to an orgasm, and I wonder what it would feel like to hold such innocence in my arms. I am hard just thinking of it and as I hold my cock and pump furiously, it’s with Purity’s face in my sights.
