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Mr. Kastle—orSir, as I still seemed to sarcastically call him—didn’t say a word. He just stepped into my room and kicked the door shut behind us before striding past my bed and to the bathroom connected to my room. “You need to shower,” he ordered as he set me on the counter.
“Not with you in here,” I instantly said. I wanted to be alone. Couldn’t he at least give me that?
He arched a brow at me. “Can I trust you to shower?”
I gritted my teeth, ready to spew more hate-filled words at him. I choked when he wrapped his hand around my throat and shoved my head back against the mirror so hard, I winced. He leaned in close to me—so close, our noses brushed.
“Need another lesson in obedience already, Natalia?” he questioned, arching one of those perfect eyebrows at me.
“No, Sir,” I choked out, pretty sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest and onto the floor.
“Good girl.” He released me. “Get a shower. You won’t be bothered the rest of the day except when someone brings you food. And I expect you to eat it, do you understand me? I’ll be checking in on your behavior, and if I find out you’re breaking the rules again, being stubborn and headstrong, or giving someone issues, I’ll be back to sort you straight again.”
I jerkily nodded my head. He growled softly, making me swallow thickly. “I don’t hear nuts and bolts rattling inside your fucking skull, Natalia.”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“Good girl. Clothes will be on the bed for you. I expect you to wear what I set out.”
With that, he walked from the bathroom. And I hated that he closed the door, giving me privacy because it made me think he wasn’t one hundred percent an asshole.
And I didn’t want to think that at all.
6
Rhett
Ihated business trips. And what I hated even more? Impromptu ones because someone fucked up somewhere and thought they could get one over on me.
I had eyeseverywhere. And people tended to forget that factwaytoo easily.
I rolled my neck around on my shoulders and stepped out into the dim lighting in the warehouse. I slid my hands into the pockets of my slacks, eyeing the men in front of me. One of them had acted as a “lookout” while the other stole a bar of coke. The other carried it in his backpack to the nearest bus stop and took it home.
“I think you three forgot who you work for,” I said, slightly cocking my head to the side.
“No, Sir,” the lookout quickly said, shaking his head.
I hummed and looked up at the high ceiling, frowning when I noticed a spot was rotting.I needed to get that replaced.
I looked back at the three men in front of me. “You claim you didn’t, yet you acted as a lookout for fuck face number one here,” I gestured to the dumbass in question, “who stole the bar of coke from me.” All three of them audibly gulped, their faces paling. The monster inside of me sinisterly grinned.
I kicked the shoe of the one who stole. “You’re fuck face number one, by the way, in case your idiotic brain couldn’t figure that one out.” I looked at the runner. “You’re fuck face number two, the one who slid the bar into his backpack and took a fucking bus to his apartment. Dumb choice, might I add. When you want to steal from a man like me, don’t take it to your fucking house.”
He grimaced but didn’t say a word. “Do you three know how pissed I was when I got a fucking call from my head of security that dumb, dumber, and dumbass decided to steal from me?” I arched a brow at him. “You want to know how fast I found out?” I leaned over the middle one—the thief. “You hadn’t even passed off the bar to your little friend.”
He was on the verge of crying. All three of them were. Because they knew what was going to happen. They knew they weren’t making it out of this room alive. Hell, every time I took a step, the plastic beneath my feet crinkled, a reminder of the blood I would be splattering all over these floors.
Specifically, their blood.
“We won’t—”
I pulled my gun out, clicked off the safety, and sent a clean shot through Lookout’s forehead. The runner screamed, his voice high-pitched and squeaky. I grimaced, shooting him a narrow-eyed glare. “My fucking woman has a more masculine scream than you.” And fuck, the thought of Natalia was making me hard. “What the fuck was that?”
His cheeks heated in embarrassment. “Look, it’s all my fault,” Thief spoke up, spluttering, trying to find a way to help his friend out of this. I had to give it to him. He tried until the end. “Please just let him go.”
I arched my brows at him. “You think I’m letting your fucking friend go?” He winced. “Or is he more than that? Your boyfriend?” He cast his eyes to his lap. I tipped my gun beneath his chin, forcing his head back up. “See, that’s even fucking worse. You had someone you’re supposed to care about do something stupid for you, putting them in immediate danger. What the fuck is it with people these days?”
Then, without looking away from him, I raised my weapon and sent the next bullet in my gun through his boyfriend’s skull. Tears ran unchecked down his cheeks. Then, I pressed the barrel of the gun beneath his chin, a sinister grin on my lips.
