Page 28 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

Jackson meets us at the bottom of the stairs and falls in line as I lead the way. I notice the glance and raised brow Lily gives Jackson. He gives a subtle shake of his head and looks away. I let the exchange go and keep my mind on the job ahead.

Stopping in front of a door at the back of the mansion, I unlock and open it.

The room is dark until I flip the switch, illuminating the entire room.

There, in the middle of the massive space, sits the wide and narrow cage.

It doesn't look like anyone can fit in it, but they do, and when Jackson moves forward and opens it, Lily gasps.

I rip the robe from Sasha's body and walk her into the narrow opening.

Although I despise women, I'm not one for manhandling a female outside of my sexual encounters very often. This is a special circumstance, though. She put her hands on my property; I can't let that happen.

It takes both me and Jackson to restrain Sasha because she struggles to get out of our grasp.

Ultimately, it was all for nothing because there were two of us and only one of her, but if it made her feel better, she could try with all her might.

She's now inside the cage, spread eagle, and when I close the door, her ass cheeks hang outside of the cage, as does her breasts.

Her face protrudes from a circular hole, but she can't move it back or forth.

"I'll send the nurse in to insert your feeding tube," I inform her, then snap my fingers as if remembering to tell her something, adding, "I'll be having a dinner party in the next day or so. If you're good, I'll let you out before the weekends."

"Please, Master. I'm sorry… I'm sorry, Liliana! "

"Do not speak to her ever again!" I growl angrily. She doesn't have that right, not anymore.

I take my pauper's hand and walk her out of the room.

Jackson stays behind to wait for the nurse to get there.

Because Sasha has earned the cage, she remains in it for seven days.

She does not come out of it for anything, not food, and not to use the restroom.

The cage sits over a drain of sorts, and that's how she uses the bathroom.

The nurse checks in on her like clockwork and will clean her up when needed.

She'll also insert a feeding tube so the woman doesn't starve.

"So, that's the cage? She stays in it for a week? That's horrible," Lily states.

"Oh, pauper, that's not even the worst of it.

You will see in a few days' time…" I leave her standing in the hallway at the bottom of the steps as I head in another direction.

I can feel her stare burning a hole in my back as I do, and I grin.

As much as she hates me, she can't help but be intrigued by me.

I'm interested to see what she will think about the cage. She won't like it for herself, but I doubt I'll put her inside it. Liliana is different from other women, but one never knows if and when my pauper will do something to earn her that punishment.

My thoughts wander to something else she said earlier. Lily mentioned Carmen, and I did well at covering up the anger that filled me at hearing how the bitch came near my pauper. I think I'm going to pay the old hag a little visit.

"I said lick it, you little pussy!"

I hear Carmen's voice from just down the hallway.

I'm at the far end of the mansion where she likes to hide, and when I come to the door to the room she likes to entertain in, I shove it open.

I don't give a fuck what state of dress she's in or whether she's in the middle of getting fucked.

What I do care about is whether she's abusing one of my employees .

I remember when I caught her with Jackson. The bitch had him thinking that he had to do everything she told him to do, and that included fucking her.

I don't fuck the members of my household unless I bring them here just for that, like Sasha and now Lily. So, when I find my aunt always trying to press her luck with new employees, it pisses me the fuck off.

"How many times must I tell you to stop fucking my employees!" I snarl as I grab her arm and yank her from on top of Leroy, one of the younger security recruits I just hired.

"I'm sorry, Sir! She told me that I had to and wasn't allowed to say no…"

I glance down at his crotch and know he's telling the truth; the fucker isn't even hard. I nod at him, letting the sap know that I believe him.

"Get dressed and meet me in my office. I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Sir!" Leroy collects his discarded clothing and hauls ass out the door.

The smell of smoke tickles my nose, and I snap my head toward Carmen. I snatch the lit cigarette from her fingers and stub it out in a porcelain bowl.

"Don't smoke in my fucking house!" I bark.

"It's not your house yet, dear boy—remember that," Carmen smirks placing her hand on her hip and not bothering to get dressed.

I get up into her face and raise my finger at her.

"I may not be able to kick you out yet, and I may not be able to kill you—yet," I say, enunciating the last word, "but that doesn't mean I can't punish you.

If you remember correctly, my uncle left me this house, not you.

He also left me his fortune and his legacy.

It makes no difference if there are stipulations because I will have what is rightfully mine. "

Carmen throws her head back and gives a throaty laugh. "Listen to you. You think you are entitled to everything—"

"I AM ENTITLED TO EVERYTHING!" I roar in her face. "After every fucking thing you did to me when I was younger—you better fucking believe I'm owed everything. I'm owed your pathetic life, too, and I will have it when the time comes."

Carmen's eyes widen and she finally takes a step back. "Are you threatening me? "

I give her my best devious smile as I shake my head. "No, Carmen. I'm not threatening you at all. I'm making you a mother fucking promise."

"I'll call Carlos…"

"Do it and see how fast I put you in the cage. One is being used but I will bring out the spare."

"You wouldn't!" She gasps.

"Fuck around and find out, Carmen. Oh, and while I'm on the topic of the cage, if I find out that you go near Liliana again, your ass will be caged."

"Why is this little whore so important anyway?" She screws her face up in disgust. "She isn't anything fancy. In fact, she reminds me of a street rat."

I'm on her before she even knows it. Gripping her neck, I bring her into me, sneering, "Call her a whore again, and I won't care who the fuck your uncle is. I will gut you and drag your entrails through the streets when I deliver your corpse to Carlos's front door."

Her nails tear at my wrists, but it doesn't faze me one bit. I watch as I slowly take every bit of air from her. I won't kill her—yet. However, I will put her out for a bit. As soon as her body goes slack, I drop her, having her land on the hard floor.

I stare down at her in disgust. Carmen is a pathetic excuse for a human, never mind a woman. I may be depraved, but this bitch is so much worse. I spit down on her and then pivot and walk out.

After leaving Carmen passed out on the floor, I met with Leroy in my office and told him that he's not to fuck any female living under my roof, no matter what they tell him.

The sap thought I was going to fire him, but I know Carmen too well; she loves the newbies and will go to great lengths to get to them.

Why punish the guy when he thought he was following orders.

See, I can be a nice guy every once in a while.

With Sasha caged and Carmen warned, I felt it safe enough to have Jackson drive me to my appointment uptown. My pauper should be fine at home on her own .

"Sir?" Jackson asks as he pulls the car up to a nondescript building. "Is it safe, or do you need me to come in with you?"

I never gave him the name of the business, only the address.

I usually come here alone, so Jackson has no idea what is inside that building.

He doesn't need to know everything at the moment.

Besides, he's become really close with my pauper, and I can't have him telling her any of my secrets by accident before I can.

"I'll be fine. I'd be more worried about the car being unattended than myself. I won't be long." I let myself out of the car and open the solid black door before descending the set of stairs just inside.

There's a man at the bottom of the stairs, guarding the door that I need to go through. He stands there, a few inches taller than me and a lot more muscle, but I'm not worried.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asks in a gruff voice.

"I do," I reply, straightening out my cuff links.

"Name?"

"Falcon."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon. Go right in." He quickly moves to the side as he opens the door for me.

It's usually how it goes once I say my name; people jump to get out of my way or accommodate me. When I enter the room, Blake is sitting at his desk, scribbling something on paper.

Blake Owens or I should say Dr. Blake Owens, and I have known each other for years. He's my senior by fifteen years, but I've helped him out more times than I can count. He ensures that I get anything I need, and this time is no different.

"Ah, Falcon. Good to see you." He opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a white paper sack.

I can hear the pills shake around as he tosses the bag to me.

"This should do the trick. Make sure she takes one pill every morning once she starts her monthly menses.

It will be safe for her to take it until you get a positive test."

"Thanks, Blake. You're sure this will help during her ovulation cycle?" I ask, pulling out the bottle of pills and opening the lid.

"Nothing is one hundred effective, but these have a high success rate." Blake points to the bottle in my hand .

"Great. Thanks again. The funds will be transferred to your account as soon as I leave here," I inform him, then turn to take my leave.

"I never worry about payment with you, Falcon. Before you go, though, can I ask you something?"

"Yes?"

"What are you going to do with the baby when she leaves. Do you have a nanny set up? I only ask because I can get you a list of names if you don't."

I snicker. The thought of a stranger raising my kid is ridiculous. "No, I don't because its mother will take care of them."

"I see. I thought she was only there to give you an Heir."

"She is, but I know my pauper. She isn't going to want to leave the child once she has it; she just doesn't realize that yet." I wink at the doctor, open the door, and exit his office, nodding at the guard outside.

Once I'm back in the car, Jackson raises his brow at me in the rearview mirror. "Where to next, Sir?"

"Home. I want to have dinner with Liliana tonight. I have a little gift for her."

I smirk then turn my head to look out the window as we pull away from the curb.

My pauper probably won't like this, but she doesn't have a choice.

Either she takes the pills, or I start fucking her multiple times a day to ensure her pregnancy.

Either way, Liliana will carry my child within two months.