Page 9 of The Devil's Heir

Jarek

"What do you mean she's gone?" I ask the nurse at the front desk.

I came to the hospital to check in on my little pauper, only to find out she was discharged yesterday.

I couldn't come to the hospital over the weekend thanks to fucking Carmen deciding to throw what I call a Weekender and use me to breed her slutty friend.

Her parties are usually just guests who come and stay for the weekend, and it's pretty much one big fuck fest. I was literally tied up most of the weekend, being used.

My cock was so sore I was worried it might fall off.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Falcon. I thought you had known since you're paying her bill." The young nurse behind the desk bows her head. "Is there anything I can do for you to make up for the miscommunication?"

I stare at the woman and notice that she's beautiful.

I'm tired of fucking middle-aged women and can use a pretty thing like the woman behind the desk to help make me feel better.

Unfortunately, my dick is out of service, but I nod my head anyway, indicating that she follows me.

I lead her down the hall until I see an empty room and hold the door open for her.

Locking the door behind us, I lean against it and stare at her.

"Strip."

"E-excuse me?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" I glare at her, "You're not a virgin, are you?"

"N-no, Sir."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Y-Yes, Sir. "

"Good. You asked if there was a way to make it up to me, and now, I want you to strip."

"But w-why?"

"Because I fucking told you to, that's why. Unless, of course, you don't want to make it up to me. I won't touch you unless you ask me to."

"You want me to ask you to have sex with me?" she asks, confused.

I'm becoming bored already. "Listen, I'm a busy guy, so if you want to make it up to me, then ask me to fuck you. Otherwise, I have somewhere else that I have to be."

I watch her closely, and when she bites her bottom lip, I notice that her body also tenses. This tells me that she's most likely squeezing her thighs together because her cunt is beginning to drip. When she remains quiet, I roll my eyes and open the door, but her voice stops me.

"Please, Mr. Falcon, will you fuck me?"

I smirk. "Why yes, it will be my pleasure. Go to the bed, pull down your bottoms, and bend over."

"Y-Yes, Sir."

Some nurses don't know me here, but some, like this one, know exactly who I am.

The woman is a few years older than I am, but that only shows how much power I have in this town.

People are willing to do what it takes to keep a Falcon happy.

That's how it was with my uncle, and now that he's gone, it will be that way with me.

The woman strips down quickly and bends over the bed like I ordered. I rub my hands together, knowing exactly what I'm going to do.

"Reach back and pull those cheeks apart. I want to see that cunt of yours."

The woman does precisely as I tell her, and I study her pretty pink lips.

I bet Liliana's pussy will be dark due to her olive skin tone.

Now that's one pussy that I would be happy to get lost in, but I can't, not yet anyway.

I will make do with fucking other women that mean nothing to me until I can have my pauper beneath me.

I thrust two fingers into the nurse's cunt and fuck her a few times, making sure to get them nice and wet. Removing my fingers, I drag them up, pushing them into her tight ass. The nurse whimpers, but I don't give a fuck. She asked me to fuck her, and I'm giving her exactly what she asked for.

I'm waiting in the living room of the foster family where my pauper was living.

Waiting for one of the foster parents to come and explain why my pauper is not here is becoming annoying because it's apparent that they don't want to talk to me, but I'm not leaving until they do.

One of the other kids answered the door, told me Liliana was no longer living there, and tried to shut the door in my face.

Once I told them who I was, they let me come in, apologizing for being rude.

At least some kids are smart enough to know their place when I'm around.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Falcon? Jonathan said you are here looking for Liliana." The foster mother sits down on the edge of the armchair.

"Yes, Mrs?" I lift my brow.

"Mallard, Susan Mallard. My husband is Brad Mallard, and we foster four, well, three children in our home." Her smile is fake as fuck, and I want nothing more than to wipe it off her face.

"Can you please explain why Liliana is no longer living here, especially after being released from the hospital?"

The woman dares to chuckle and then speaks to me as though I'm a child. "Mr. Falcon, in case you are unaware of the rules to fostering a child of the state; they age out of the system at eighteen. Liliana turned of age the day of her accident, and there wasn't anything that we could do about it."

"That's a fucking lie! You could have been decent people and helped her get back on her feet. Instead, you threw her out of the house."

The woman looks like she wants to tell me off, but she holds back when she opens her mouth again and says, "We are not running a charity house, Mr. Falcon. The room we have is for a child needing to be fostered."

"Don't you mean a child that you will make money on? That is why you foster children, is it not?"

"No…"

"Oh, so your husband has a good job that pays for all of this?" I glance around the spacious room .

"My husband was injured on the job a few years ago; he can't work," she explains.

"Ah, so it is about the money and not your deep affection for the children you take in. I see. Well, thank you for your time, Mrs. Mallard." I leave the house and pull my phone out without saying another word.

I speed-dial my lawyer, and he answers on the second ring, "Ah, Mr. Falcon, I was just getting ready to call you. I'm so sorry for the delay."

"Hey, Carl. We'll get to that in a minute, but I'm going to need you to get in contact with child services and have the foster children removed from the Mallard's home.

You need to have their fostering license revoked or whatever you need to do to make it so they don't foster another child or receive another dime for a child again. "

"Yes, Sir. Now, regarding your question in the email, I understand that you didn't really pay attention to the will, so I sent you another copy of your parents' will and your uncles' will. Look them over and let me know if you have any questions. Is there anything else?"

"Yes, I need you to find out where Liliana Sumner went after leaving the Mallard's home."

"Is this the girl that was in the hospital?" he asks.

"Yes, it is. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I figured you may want to know her movements, and I was able to track her up until she signed the papers to quit school."

"What the fuck do you mean, she quit school? She was a great student!" I say, my anger rising by the second.

"I don't know, Sir," my lawyer states. "The only reason she gave them was that she was moving."

"I'm going to need that address," I inform him and start my car.

"Um, well, that's the thing, Sir. There is no new address."

"What do you mean no new address? She has to be living somewhere!"

"It seems as though Liliana Sumner has fallen off the face of the earth, Sir. I can't find her anywhere."

I don't hear anything more of what he says as I slam my fist down on the center counsel between my seats and yell every swear word known to mankind.

She cannot hide from me! I will find my little pauper and then find a way to keep her; fuck Carmen and what she says about my pauper!

Carmen won't live forever, at least not if I can help it.