Page 83 of The Devil's Heir

"Fuck, Lily," Jarek breathes hard. "You… can… have… it… all!" he states with each thrust, roaring on the last word as he plunges deep inside and stills while he gives me his release.

FORTY

Jarek

"I said I won't do the deal, and I don't like repeating myself. Find another sap to make the deal. To be honest, your offer is quite offensive and insulting, Mr. Wallace." I pull out the Cuban Cohiba cigar from my inside pocket and light it while I wait for this asshole's rebuttal.

I don't smoke often, but I do have the occasional cigar when I'm dealing with businessmen who have no business doing what they're doing. I'd put a bullet in his head, and every other asshole just like him if I could, but then there would be way too many dead bodies to hide. So, killing my lungs is the next best thing, I guess.

I take a few puffs of my cigar, blowing it out in Wallace's face. I've already insulted him by not offering the man one, but I don't give a shit. He coughs and sputters, waving his hand in front of his face to clear the smoke.

"Mr. Falcon—if you could at least look at the product, I'm sure you will see that it's worth every penny." Wallace pulls out a handkerchief and wipes the sweat beading on his overly large forehead.

I study him momentarily while deciding how to respond. I give him a condescending smile, but I don't think he sees it as one because he returns it with a pleased one.

"Tell you what, Mr. Wallace; I'll give you two choices—only two—and you can decide which one would be in your best interest. How does that sound?" I take another drag off my cigar and blow out the smoke.

Wallace surveys his surroundings, looking between me and the seven men I brought with me. My eyes fall on Joey beside me, and he smirks. Although we usually can tell what the other one's thinking for the most part, Joey doesn'tknow exactly what I'm about to offer. However, he knows that either way, we are leaving here with this gun shipment no matter what.

Finally finding his voice, Wallace asks, "What are my two choices, Mr. Falcon?"

"Ah, I thought you'd never ask!" I say facetiously before answering, "Your first choice would be to lower the price by one million. If you ask me, that would be the wisest choice. Your second choice would be to have me look over the product, and when I find it lacking as I already know it is, then I'll have my guy, here,"—nodding toward Joey—"put a bullet right between your eyes or your gut—I'll let you choose the spot because I'm nice like that."

As if the man's dick has grown ten inches standing here, Wallace straightens and goes to close the doors to the van, holdingmyweapons, as he balks, "Look who's being insulting now! I'll take my business elsewhere."

Richards and Lansky step in front of the doors, obstructing Wallace's access to the weapons. He spins around, his face red with anger as he glares at me. It's quite amusing, really.

"I don't think that was one of the options I gave you, Mr. Wallace," I say, grabbing his hand and stubbing out my cigar in his palm.

"Agh!"Wallace cries out. "Please, I'm just a businessman trying to feed my family!"

I glance back at Joey, grinning. "I guess that's his choice. He's got a family, so we can't kill him. He'll get what we brought him, and all will be well."

"I can't sell it for that price; I won't make anything on the sale!" Wallace chokes out.

I tap his cheek and say, "At least you will still have your life."

"Why can't we just go our separate ways? I'll find another buyer…"

"Because, Mr. Wallace," I sigh. "You took me away from a gorgeous woman to come meet you. I need to make this meeting worthwhile. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment to get to. My man will close the transaction so you can be on your way." Straightening my cuffs, I glance at Joey and nod. "Richards," I call out. "You're driving, let's go."

"Yes, Sir!"

I walk towards the Sedan and get into the backseat while I wait for Richards to get behind the wheel. Pulling out my phone I type out a message to my pauper.

"Where to, Sir?"

"My house. We need to pick up a passenger and then head to the address listed on the GPS under Owens." I keep my eyes on my screen and smile when I see my pauper's reply.

Things have been good between us lately. I'm trying to be more open and less of a bully, as she puts it, and she's working on forgiving my past transgressions. I never truly knew how bad I treated her back in high school; all I knew was that I wanted her.

Liliana is the only female I trust—to an extent. There are still things that I hold back from her because I don't want to see any pity. In my mind, what happened to me isn't important anymore. I grew up, and it will never happen to me again. I want to look toward the future, not the past, and that's exactly why we're going to see Blake today.

Liliana informed me this morning that she's missed her period. We've been so wrapped up in each other and then me with work that I hadn't kept track. All I knew was that she had been taking the pills I gave her like a good girl and then fucking like rabbits. I can't get enough of my pauper.

Pulling up the drive, I close the partition, separating the backseat from the front. I have no plans on fucking Lily at the moment, but I don't like sharing my time with her. I like to keep her all to myself.

"Stay here," I order Richards, then exit the car.