Page 174 of The Devil's Heir

"What the fuck do you think?"

"I'd have to say that I think my job is done." Her sexy little smile does it for me.

"Get that cute little ass upstairs, and put our son to bed because when I come up, you're going to pay for this." I slap her ass and give her a gentle shove toward the door.

"But I want to make sure Jackson is okay…"

"He's going to be out for a while. I'll let you know how he is, and I will take you to visit as soon as I'm done with you." I leave no room for argument and watch as my pauper hesitates but then turns and walks out the door.

Running my hand over my face, I sigh and go to Jackson. When I squat down, I squeeze his arm. "You can stop pretending that you're dying."

"I wasn't pretending that I was dying; I just didn't want those assholes to know that my wound wasn't that serious," Jackson states and holds his hand out for me. "If they knew that there was a possibility that I could overtake them, they would have killed me, and then the women would have been all alone."

I help him off the floor, and instantly, Heidi is there hugging him around his waist, crying.

"I am so sorry about Seth, Jackson…"

I leave the two of them there, along with Zita and Fran, and I exit the room to go finish this bullshit once and for all.

SEVENTY-SIX

Jarek

I step back and study my handy work. Carlos Greco's charred, lifeless body is still strapped to the metal chair by the iron cuffs. I had Koval extinguish the fire as soon as I knew the fucker was dead.

Sixteen years ago, Carlos had my family home set on fire, and my parents got burned alive. It's only fitting that I send him to his grave the same way. Of course, I couldn't let him get away too easily, especially after what he's done—holding my girl and son hostage and threatening their lives.

Each of his fingernails and every one of his teeth lay at his feet while smoke billows out from his remains. The stench of burnt flesh permeates the air, and some people may not be able to stomach it, but for me, it's the smell of victory.

Threats are a constant in my world. As the Mafia Kingpin, danger is inevitable—but no threat is greater than the one that lurks beneath the guise of friendship. I keep my friends close, but my enemies will always be closer. Their loyalty is an illusion, their intentions unpredictable. I must always remain a step ahead, ensuring they never become the threat they think they are.

"Have the guys clean this shit up. I want them to be able to lick the floor when they're done. Oh, and send Greco's body back to his home, along with my sincerest sympathy to the rest of his family. That way, they will get the message about whonotto fuck with."

I wipe my hands with my handkerchief before tossing it on the floor and leaving Koval to supervise the rest. Joey and Lonzo are taking care of the other bastard, and I know they will do what needs to be done. Lonzo isn't a forgiving man, and Rossi almost killed his son. I only wish I could be there to watch. Fortunately for me, I have a beautiful woman waiting for me right now, and I must dole out a punishment that we will both find pleasure in.

Entering our bedroom, I walk straight to the crib, but Kiernan isn't in it.That's a good girl.I plan on making her scream many times tonight, so it's best that our son isn't here.

The bed is empty, but the bathroom door is closed. Wiping all amusement from my face, I stand by the bed, cross my arms, and face the closed door.

"Pauper, I want you out here in three seconds. One… Two…" The door opens, and Liliana stands there in a sheer red nightie.

She looks gorgeous in it. Too bad I've got to ruin it. I stalk over to her, grip the material right between her beautiful breasts, and tear it down the front of her body. The cutest little gasp comes out of her mouth, and I try hard not to smile.

"I told you to be waiting for me, pauper. When will you learn to do as you're told?" I ask with a raised brow.

"I wanted to look sexy for you,Sir." She's got a teasing tone to her voice, which only amuses me more.

This is going to be a lot of fun.

"You naked and spread open is what I find sexy, pauper. Don't try to seduce the devil because you'll only make me take more than what you may be willing to give."

"I'm at your service, Sir. Do with me as you please…"

My lips curve upward as my hand snakes out, wrapping around her throat and shoving my pauper against the doorframe. I'm far from gentle, but she's asked for it.

I grip her jaw with my other hand, also pinning her head to the frame as I say, "Are you going to act like a good little whore tonight for me?"

"If that's what you wish, Sir," Lily murmurs the best she can by how she's being held.