Page 65 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

Heading back to my office to finish up a few things before I head home, I walk in to find Lucinda getting railed by the guy who works in the mailroom. She's bent over my desk while he pounds into her from behind.

I smirk. Standing there for just a few seconds, I run my thumb over my bottom lip, deciding on my next course of action. Fuck it. My strides are vast as I move toward them, gripping the guy by the shirt and yanking him away.

The guy lands on his ass behind me, his dick still at full mast as I bend over and grab his shirt from the front. My fist meets his face repeatedly while I hear my receptionist yelling my name, telling me to stop.

I'll deal with her in a moment.

I pummel the guy until he's limp and bleeding before I spin around to face Lucinda. What I first found as amusing now has me seething. My shoulders heave up and down as I glare at her.

"You will pack up your shit and get the fuck out of my office. I do not want to see you enter this building ever again."

"Jarek—"

"You do not have permission to call me by my name!" I roar at the woman. "Now, get the fuck out before I have you removed, and trust me, they will not be gentle."

Lucinda turns and, without looking at her lunchtime fuck buddy, walks to the door as I run my hand through my hair. A few seconds later, I hear Jackson's voice calling out to Liliana, and my head snaps to the open doorway .

Lucinda still stands there, her clothing full of wrinkles, and then she turns her head my way. The smirk she gives me tells me everything I need to know. Lily saw her leaving my office in this messy state and got the wrong idea.

Fuck!

I grab my phone and call Lily's, but it goes to voicemail. She doesn't answer, so I call Jackson.

He answers the call in a clipped tone. "Yeah?"

"I didn't fuck her." They're the first words out of my mouth.

"Well, it sure didn't look that way, Sir," Jackson states.

"I walked in on her fucking the guy from the mailroom. He's still here, bleeding all over my fucking carpet! Find Lily and bring her back." I end the call, pick up my stapler, and hurl it across the room.

Devin still stands outside my office, looking like he doesn't know what to do. I call him in.

"Take care of this piece of trash before I put a bullet in his head!" I order.

My man nods, yanks Mr. Mailroom onto his feet, and drags him out.

I sink into my office chair and lean my head back.

Lily needs to learn to get facts straight before she reacts like this.

I get why she would think what she did, but why didn't she stay and yell at me for it?

She would have found out that it was all a misunderstanding.

My hand twitches, and instead of remaining upset, I grin wickedly. I'm going to redden her cute little ass for thinking so poorly of me, and then I'll forgive her and make love to her the rest of the night.

My phone rings, and Jackson's name pops up on the screen.

"Do you have her?"

"No, she's gone. I didn't make it in time," Jackson states hesitantly.

"I'm sure she's gone home. I'm heading there in a minute, anyway," I tell him, ending the call.

Packing up the paperwork I hadn't finished with, I shut everything down and prepare to leave when a niggling feeling comes over me. I pull out my phone and bring up the tracking app. I'm fully expecting to see Lily's dot heading for the estate, so I'm surprised when I see that's not the case.

Zooming in on the screen, I realize she's at the bank—the same bank that I opened an account for her. She's running.

I try calling her again, but there's still no answer. Thankfully, I'm only a few blocks from the bank, and leaving my briefcase behind, I run out of my office.

By the time I make it to my car, precious minutes have passed, and I look at the app again. I sigh, relieved that she's still there. Starting my car, I peel out of the parking garage like a bat out of hell.

I double park just outside of the bank, not giving a rat's ass if I get ticketed, and I rush to the doors. I collide with others running from the bank, employees and all.

Something's wrong.

When I finally make it through the crowd, I push open the door and call out to her.

"Here!" she yells, and my heart stops. I've only made it a few steps into the bank when I see a man holding onto my pauper with a gun pointed at her stomach, but then he points it at me.

"Stay right there, Mr. Falcon."

I do as he says, and I notice how he nods slightly. We're the only ones in the bank, or so I thought, but then I spot the bag on the floor, not too far from me, and everything happens so fast.

A loud explosion goes off, and I'm thrown to the side. I watch as the guy holding my pauper shoves her away, and she hits her head before going down, but then everything goes black, and I lose consciousness.

I wake up in chains. I'm in a small room with no windows or furniture. My head pounds, and my body is sore. I'm dressed in the same suit I wore to the office, minus the jacket, which I left on my chair in a rush to get to the bank.

The bank—Lily!

I struggle against the chains, needing to break free and get out to make sure my pauper and son are okay. It's no use, though. One glance at the chains shows they are new and sturdy .

I am going to kill everyone who is involved in this, and I'm going to ensure they suffer immensely.

None of my struggles or the noise I make while doing so has brought anyone to my tiny cell.

In fact, I believe it's been a full day before a man I've never seen before opens the door and carries in a urinal.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I sneer as he starts to undo my pants.

It doesn't matter that my bladder is screaming to be released; I don't want some stranger touching my dick. However, once he pulls me out and inserts my dick inside the plastic container, my bladder frees itself as I continue to glare at the guy.

He smirks at me the entire time he stands there.

"You like playing nursemaid for your boss? Where are they? Why don't they show their fucking face?" I spew, spittle flying all over.

"They will come when they're ready. Don't you worry, pretty boy," the guy says, winking at me before leaving, not bothering to tuck me away.

Day in and day out, these events happen with nobody telling me anything I want to know. The same guy comes to relieve me of my bladder and bowels, as well as feeding me my one meal a day.

After what seems like a lifetime, and when I'm too weak to fight anymore, the same guy steps into the room, but instead of coming to me, he steps to the side and waits.

It isn't until the next person walks in that my blood starts pumping erratically, and I can feel a burst of energy zip through my body.

"You fucking bitch!" I growl through clenched teeth.

"Ah, my poor dear nephew. It seems you have gotten yourself into a little bit of a predicament." Carmen smirks and walks closer to the bed. "You should have known better than to fuck with me, Jarek. We can be great together…"

"Fuck you, you old hag! Let me go, or so help me fucking—"

"God?" Carmen cuts me off and laughs. "I am your new God, dear boy. If you want to keep any of your inheritance, you must do it by my side."

"I've already done what needed to be done. I have an heir now!" I reply scornfully.

Carmen's sinister laugh following my statement sends chills down my spine, but nothing can prepare me for what she says next .

"What heir is that? The bastard child who died two months ago when its mother took her last breath?" Carmen's eyes light up as she delivers this news.

"No! You're a fucking lying bitch! You'll say anything to get what you want!" I snarl and yank on the chains restraining my arms.

Carmen snaps her fingers, keeping the maniacal grin plastered to her blood-red lips. Her little minion pulls what looks to be a newspaper out from behind him and hands it to the bitch. She shows me the date of the paper—the day after the explosion.

I shake my head in disbelief as I read the headline on the front page.

" The disappearance of Jarek Falcon has left the town of Rushwood in shock, but the death of his heir and the mother of said heir has the city in mourning ."

No. This can't be. Liliana and my son are not dead. This is some sort of cruel joke; it has to be.

"So, you see. You have nothing now. The Falcon Empire is mine, and if you want to remain a part of it, you will do exactly what I say from here on out." Carmen's voice echoes through the room, but her words are not fazing me.

My world is gone. Everything that I breathed and lived for has been taken from me. I have nothing.

I remain in almost a comatose state for a long while afterward.

People come and go, but I pay them no attention.

I just want to be left alone to die, but they won't let me.

Why Carmen is keeping me alive, I don't know.

She could be rid of me and have it all, but for some godforsaken reason, she wants to torture me.

The days and nights run into each other, and soon, I've lost all track of time.

Finally, Carmen comes in and tells me that if I ever want to get out of my cell, I will agree to marry her.

I'm told I must put a statement out telling everyone that I've had amnesia and that when I finally came to, I had fallen in love with Carmen after months of her taking care of me.

I want to laugh in her face. I want to spit on her caked-on makeup and tell her to go to hell. But most of all, I want to make her pay. I want revenge for her taking away the only thing I've ever loved.

So, I agree.