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“You seem to think I was joking when I said you could be replaced.”
Despite myself, I chuckled and shook my head. “Yeah, okay,Dad. We both know that if you wanted me dead, you’d have done it already.”
His jaw ticked even harder. “Do you think I enjoy this, Son?”
I snorted. That couldn’t have been a serious question.
“All I ever wanted in life was to know that when my reign came to an end, that you would uphold your legacy. But yet you’ve repeatedly proven to me exactly how unfit you are for the role and the responsibilities that come with it. I’m gonna give you one more chance to reconsider. When I return tonight and if your resolve hasn’t changed, then not only will you be publicly executed in front of our whole crew, but I’ll see to it that Samara does the deed.”
I bristled, my chest lightly heaving as he moved closer to the bars, reaching up to wrap his free fingers around one. “And then I’ll fuck her right next to your wasteful corpse and implant my new heir deep inside her womb.Got it, Son?”
“You’re a fucking monster,” I muttered through a furious, shuddering breath.If he fucking touches her…
Father did nothing but offer me his famous sinister grin. “No, Son. I’m a fucking King, and this is exactly how a King runs their empire.”
Thirty-Six
Finn
Sinceopening nightat the estate, the grounds had become suffused with older, beaten-down vehicles and luxurious foreign sports cars, which belonged to none other than the Outlaws and the dazzling rich clientele who were beyond eager to dip their hands and dicks inside Damien’s newest, felonious cookie jar. Only in this case, the jar was four stories high and filled to the brim with involuntary, drug-addicted, teenage prostitutes.
Business tonight was no different than it had been for the whole week. I was on the hunt for Damien, and everywhere I went there was some poor girl with one or multiple dicks stuffed in their mouths, pussy, or ass. Over half, if not all of them were so out of it thanks to the drugs, I doubted they were conscious or mentally coherent enough to fully process what was happening to them.
First untraceable chance I get, this motherfucker was going up in flames. Preferably with Damien Reyez inside of it.
Security around this place was tightfisted, which made it methodically difficult to get to Jace or Cindy without having the whistle blown on me. I’d snuck Jace in what little food I could, but with as long as he’s been locked up, he had to have been running on straight fumes by now. It came from the evil horse’s mouth today that if Jace continued being insubordinate, then he’d be publicly executed in front of the whole crew. I pray he had a change of heart and would just take one for the team, because there was no way in fucking hell I could battle Damien, the other lords, Ginger, the Bling Brothers, my cousins, and Uncle Xavier all by myself. I can’t forget to mention what fresh Hell Samara would have in store for me for failing to protect Jace, too.
In other news, Cindy was still alive, unlucky not to have succumbed to Damien’s vicious assault. That was the bad news. The good news, however, was that despite being abusively probed multiple times, she still hadn’t given us up.
I wouldn’t lie though… I was worried. Just last night Damien told me there wasn’t much fight left in the girl, and that he was sensationally self-assured he’d break her before sunrise. I couldn’t let that happen. This shit would’ve been over and done days ago if it hadn’t been for Damien and the two Outlaws guarding the basement day in and out.
It took me forever to find the motherfucker, but after clearing all four levels of the mansion and fulfilling the miserably long trek back down the staircase, I figured there was only one other place he’d be. When I made it outside, it was all I could do not to drop down on my knees and kiss the fucking ground.
Jace was free.
He was fucking free!
“I knew you’d come around,” Damien said as they walked, his hand grasping Jace’s shoulder with a pleased smile splitting his lips. “Think of all the things we’ll achieve, Son. The life you can have once you open your eyes and heart to it. Money. Pussy. Fuckingpower. The world is ours for the taking, Jace. Embrace it. Revel in all its seductive glory and live like a fucking King.”
Jace was mute, eyes to the ground, his body weakly swaying with every other limp step he tried to take. He looked…Fuck, he looked rough. He’d lost weight. His skin was sickly pale, and from the way his knees were shaking as they neared closer, he was due to pass out any second. Damien was too busy babbling about money, pussy, and power again to notice.
“Ah,” he said again after pausing mid-sentence, as I swooped in and threw one of Jace’s arms over my shoulder, his pungent BO putting my lungs in a chokehold. “Finn. Right on time. Do me a favor and give Jace a ride home. See to it that he gets a decent meal.”
“What about my car?” Jace grumbled under his breath.
“It can stay another night,” his father replied. “I’ll personally see to it that it goes untouched. Finn can bring you back to fetch it tomorrow.”
Jace didn’t bother arguing. He just bobbed his head and left it at that.
“Hey, man,” I finally spoke when Damien spun on his heel and sauntered back towards the house. “You okay?”
“Do I fucking look like I’m okay?”
I winced, expectant of his anger, and opened the passenger door for him when we made it to my car. “I know, and I’m so sorry, Jace. I am.”
“Just get me something to eat,” he demanded as he climbed inside, sighing hard with relief as his body sunk into the seat. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“Yeah… about that,” I started, bouncing back and forth on my heels a bit. “We can’t really leave right now.”
