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Story: Ache For Her
“Well, yours and his own. If he hadn’t been trying to be a knight in shining armor, this could’ve gone off without a hitch.”
“Y-you killed him?” I mumbled.
“Gladly,” Simon said. “He was a nuisance from the beginning.”
My eyes blurred. Instead of one bleeding Ronnie, there were now four. “You’re terrible…”
Simon laughed, the sound so jarring to the scene around us. People shouldn’t laugh at death. That was horrible.
I felt my body lift from the bed and droop over Simon’s shoulder. Then, it was as if we were flying. I was almost weightless. My hair blew by my head in dark swirls, and then I passed out.
There was nothing but pitch black, and the memories of what had just happened.
I really sucked at picking guys.
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Chapter Three
Simon
The footman didn’t even blink when I carried Delilah through the lobby of the hotel. I’d just smiled and told him she’d had too much to drink. That was after I wrapped her in a blanket I’d found at the foot of her bed. Otherwise, she would’ve been naked from the waist down still. I’d already had to pull her shirt back down over her bare breasts.
My cock stood at attention again just thinking about what I walked in on when I came in through the window. The way her body twisted on the bed, her eyes tightly closed. It was mesmerizing watching her before I realized she was even picturing me. Then, it became too much. She’d sucked in a breath, saying my name on a gasp. I had to stop her. I already ached in all the right ways and fucking the woman who was going to help me take down her grandfather was not part of the plan—yet.
The concoction I shot her up with was still having its effect on her as she snoozed on the couch. Her wild, dark hair was around her in a halo. Her thin stomach raised and lowered, and her lower half was as naked as when I first stepped foot into her bedroom. Her ass was perfectly toned and round. With no commitments like work or school, she could probably make it to the gym as often as she wanted. Not that it mattered. I may take Delilah Greene when this was over, but it wouldn’t be for my own sexual pleasure. For revenge, yes. I would take her to make her pay, and to make her grandfather pay. Sexual gratification would have nothing to do with it.
I hadn’t intended on killing anyone when I took Delilah, but the fact that Ronnie had bust the door down changed the plan quickly. When I thought about it though, it sent a nice message. It proved I meant business. An extra cautionary tale about what could happen to his beloved granddaughter if he didn’t do exactly what I said.
Smiling, I stared up at the ceiling wondering what Greenie was doing right now. Freaking out? Gathering his guys? Crying? I hoped so. I hoped the loss of his precious Delilah had him broken and grasping at straws just as I felt all those years ago.
I crossed my hands across my stomach and stared over at Delilah. I’d have to tie her up and gag her soon. The crap I knocked her out with would be wearing off and I couldn’t have her trying to fight me off like she’d done in her bedroom. Not that it did her any good. She didn’t know who she was up against. Plus, a few pictures to send the grandfather half naked and tied up couldn’t hurt. It might even spur him to hurry the fuck up, so I could have my revenge and be done with it.
My cell rang. My heart surged as I pulled it from my pocket. Maybe Greenie was calling to negotiate. I no doubt believed he’d hate my terms, so that’s why I’d left my number. Instead, Galen’s name rolled across the screen. I debated not answering it, but like the dutiful servant I was, I answered on the second ring. “Yes, Master Galen?”
He cleared his throat, breaking away from a laugh. He must’ve suspected I wouldn’t have answered so quickly.
The mirth in his voice made my stomach twist when he greeted me. We used to find enjoyment in many of the same things, but now those things weren’t the same for him.
“Is Kayleigh with you?” I asked, my voice dripping in sarcasm. “Do tell her I say hi.”
“Fuck off.”
I smiled into the phone. There were some moments when Galen and I returned to normal, usually when I said shit about his mate.
“I’m just calling to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m just fine,” I answered, watching Delilah’s sleeping body. My nerves twisted. The anticipation of seeing what Greenie would do was almost too much to keep quiet.
“Where are you?” Galen asked.
I bit down on my lip, debating on whether to tell him the truth or not. He would disapprove of what I was doing. Not for wanting to take Greenie out but doing it in this way. Kidnapping a high-profile person with plans to show evidence of exactly what I was doing to her wouldn’t sit well with him at all. Then again, he was Galen Dumont and seemed to find this shit out whether I wanted him to or not. Better just to tell him the truth. “Philly.”
Silence met me on the other side of the line. Then, slowly, he asked, “Philly? Why?”
Suspicion laced his voice. It was time to play the situation down. “Just looking up my old haunts. That kind of thing.”
“Just torturing yourself, you mean?” he snapped.
“Y-you killed him?” I mumbled.
“Gladly,” Simon said. “He was a nuisance from the beginning.”
My eyes blurred. Instead of one bleeding Ronnie, there were now four. “You’re terrible…”
Simon laughed, the sound so jarring to the scene around us. People shouldn’t laugh at death. That was horrible.
I felt my body lift from the bed and droop over Simon’s shoulder. Then, it was as if we were flying. I was almost weightless. My hair blew by my head in dark swirls, and then I passed out.
There was nothing but pitch black, and the memories of what had just happened.
I really sucked at picking guys.
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Chapter Three
Simon
The footman didn’t even blink when I carried Delilah through the lobby of the hotel. I’d just smiled and told him she’d had too much to drink. That was after I wrapped her in a blanket I’d found at the foot of her bed. Otherwise, she would’ve been naked from the waist down still. I’d already had to pull her shirt back down over her bare breasts.
My cock stood at attention again just thinking about what I walked in on when I came in through the window. The way her body twisted on the bed, her eyes tightly closed. It was mesmerizing watching her before I realized she was even picturing me. Then, it became too much. She’d sucked in a breath, saying my name on a gasp. I had to stop her. I already ached in all the right ways and fucking the woman who was going to help me take down her grandfather was not part of the plan—yet.
The concoction I shot her up with was still having its effect on her as she snoozed on the couch. Her wild, dark hair was around her in a halo. Her thin stomach raised and lowered, and her lower half was as naked as when I first stepped foot into her bedroom. Her ass was perfectly toned and round. With no commitments like work or school, she could probably make it to the gym as often as she wanted. Not that it mattered. I may take Delilah Greene when this was over, but it wouldn’t be for my own sexual pleasure. For revenge, yes. I would take her to make her pay, and to make her grandfather pay. Sexual gratification would have nothing to do with it.
I hadn’t intended on killing anyone when I took Delilah, but the fact that Ronnie had bust the door down changed the plan quickly. When I thought about it though, it sent a nice message. It proved I meant business. An extra cautionary tale about what could happen to his beloved granddaughter if he didn’t do exactly what I said.
Smiling, I stared up at the ceiling wondering what Greenie was doing right now. Freaking out? Gathering his guys? Crying? I hoped so. I hoped the loss of his precious Delilah had him broken and grasping at straws just as I felt all those years ago.
I crossed my hands across my stomach and stared over at Delilah. I’d have to tie her up and gag her soon. The crap I knocked her out with would be wearing off and I couldn’t have her trying to fight me off like she’d done in her bedroom. Not that it did her any good. She didn’t know who she was up against. Plus, a few pictures to send the grandfather half naked and tied up couldn’t hurt. It might even spur him to hurry the fuck up, so I could have my revenge and be done with it.
My cell rang. My heart surged as I pulled it from my pocket. Maybe Greenie was calling to negotiate. I no doubt believed he’d hate my terms, so that’s why I’d left my number. Instead, Galen’s name rolled across the screen. I debated not answering it, but like the dutiful servant I was, I answered on the second ring. “Yes, Master Galen?”
He cleared his throat, breaking away from a laugh. He must’ve suspected I wouldn’t have answered so quickly.
The mirth in his voice made my stomach twist when he greeted me. We used to find enjoyment in many of the same things, but now those things weren’t the same for him.
“Is Kayleigh with you?” I asked, my voice dripping in sarcasm. “Do tell her I say hi.”
“Fuck off.”
I smiled into the phone. There were some moments when Galen and I returned to normal, usually when I said shit about his mate.
“I’m just calling to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m just fine,” I answered, watching Delilah’s sleeping body. My nerves twisted. The anticipation of seeing what Greenie would do was almost too much to keep quiet.
“Where are you?” Galen asked.
I bit down on my lip, debating on whether to tell him the truth or not. He would disapprove of what I was doing. Not for wanting to take Greenie out but doing it in this way. Kidnapping a high-profile person with plans to show evidence of exactly what I was doing to her wouldn’t sit well with him at all. Then again, he was Galen Dumont and seemed to find this shit out whether I wanted him to or not. Better just to tell him the truth. “Philly.”
Silence met me on the other side of the line. Then, slowly, he asked, “Philly? Why?”
Suspicion laced his voice. It was time to play the situation down. “Just looking up my old haunts. That kind of thing.”
“Just torturing yourself, you mean?” he snapped.