Page 20 of The Devil After Dark

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CASSIO

“You fucked her?” I screamed across the room at my double.

Remington’s orders were that he could play a little, tease and taste even, but when I was busy and could not go to Liana’s, he was supposed to remind her I was always there.

Fucking her was off the table and I had just watched him pound her into the couch like she was some whore.

She hadn’t even orgasmed and he just left her lying there with her clothes torn.

“She is the one who whipped my dick out,” Remington retorted with his hands raised. I was seeing red and was seriously considering using the knife in my hand to remove the ability for Remington to ever fuck again.

“You fucked my woman, Remington,” I growled at him. I could see he knew he crossed the line, but he also was not looking sorry enough. “Do you want me to start with your dick or your balls?” I asked as I held up the knife.

“Cassio. What would you have done?” Remington asked, tilting up his chin at me in challenge. “She thinks I am you. She thinks she pulled your dick out and what would you have done? You would have fucked her. So you’re welcome.”

I slammed the knife tip into my desk. “Remington, if you weren’t so good at your other job, I would kill you right now. Keep your dick out of my woman or I will kill you.”

“She can’t even tell the difference. No one can ever tell the difference,” Remington said as he sat on one of the leather chairs, leaning back in a way that told me he was way too comfortable for what he had just done.

“I bet if we both were there fucking her, she would think there were two of you and still would not be able to tell the difference.”

I glared at him. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d fucked the same woman at the same time, but this was completely different.

“She would be able to tell,” I said through my teeth.

In reality, I had no idea if she would be able to tell.

I certainly was not going to tell her that there was another man in our relationship without her consent.

And yes, “relationship” was probably a strong word for me stalking her and watching her and breaking into her condo for playtime.

But what was I supposed to do? I didn’t want to put her in more danger and sending Remington to have a presence at her home when I could not be there gave me a little more sense of security—until tonight.

Remington’s entire job revolved around no one being able to tell the difference between us—sometimes I needed to be somewhere I could not be.

That is when Remington stepped in. Our faces were not a perfect match, but everywhere I sent him he was masked and gloved.

The drug gangs had adopted the whole mask and glove idea for meetings as a way to cover identities.

It actually worked really well in my favor.

Remington had even nailed my voice perfectly enough that when the police used their fancy voice identification technology, I was the one who popped up.

It had worked for nearly fifteen years and he was indispensable.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I snapped. He was indispensable until he fucked Liana and now I might actually kill him if I had to look at him again tonight.

I watched Liana on the cameras I had placed throughout her home.

She had been jumpy ever since the shooting, but today she just looked …

sad. She had stayed home to work, which I loved the most because I got to see her expressions as she reacted to her emails and calls.

She was more reserved at work, but at home I could see how she really felt about some of the dumb emails she got—and yes, I was reading most of those too.

Today she was not making those cute faces and eye rolls at her computer though.

She had a sweater wrapped around her shoulders and was practically hugging herself at the same time.

Remington had pounded her into the furniture and then bounced.

I would have never left so quickly after that.

I would have ensured she had finished multiple times.

What Remington did sent the wrong message.

It sent the message that she was disposable and nothing was further from the truth.

Thankfully, Remington knew to keep his distance today.

I was not sure what I would do when I saw him again.

Of course I needed him, but this had crossed a line.

My phone pinged with the reminder that I had to get going for my next meeting. I had businesses to run.