Page 66 of Waiting For A Girl Like You (Haven House #4)

From the doorway, Emmett piped up, “Are you sure you want me to leave? If he gets loose—”

“You’re dead, Emmett,” Michael said flatly.

“If Damon Fairweather gets loose, you die. This fucker might not like me, but you? Touching his sister the way you do? You’re a dead man, and I bet he’ll make it hurt.

I know you think these Fairweathers are just corporate types, but look at Tobias.

He was a doctor—sworn to help and heal. Look what he did to those women.

Did you see the photos? The way he took their eyes?

Taylor said she saw him do it with nothing but his bare fingers and a pair of pliers. ”

A flicker of fear touched Emmett’s features. “Damon Fairweather is nothing like Tobias Miller.”

“Don’t think so? You weren’t with us when we brought him in. He’s got that same kind of crazy.” Michael chuckled softly. “Honestly, they all do. Take your little hellcat down there. I bet Emily would love to remove your eyeballs with only her fingers if we gave her the chance.”

“Already planning worse,” Emily snarled as she moved to crouch on the mattress. “But thanks for the idea.”

“You’re most welcome.” Michael sneered as Emmett stumbled to the door. “Now, go tell Krystal and Jessica to bring Damon’s dinner.”

The door slammed shut behind Emmett, and Michael huffed in exasperation. “I know I’ve said this before, but these are the dumbest fuckers we have ever encountered.”

Bruce shook his head and sat on the floor. “Come on, girls. Backs against the wall. I’ve got to cuff you before Krystal and Jessica get here.”

“No biting, Claudia,” Michael ordered as he reached over Jamison to loosen Damon’s restraints. “Same goes for you, big guy. Don’t hurt the ladies.”

At the first hint of slack, Damon tried to lunge for Michael, which only made the sadistic bastard laugh. “I’m going to tell you what I told your sisters. Be good.”

“Madi,” Damon choked. “Where’s Madi?”

Michael turned serious. “Safe. I promise.”

“I get to see her tomorrow, D.” Claudia’s labored breathing sounded like she was still upset and close to losing it again, especially when the clatter of her chains scraped across the floor. “I get to see my Madi. So please... don’t hurt anyone. ”

Damon settled, his deadened stare fixed on the ceiling, while Bruce secured Claudia and Emily. Thinking she was next to get the chain treatment, Jamison braced herself, but Bruce nor Michael made any move to do so.

Noticing how her gaze had begun to frantically volley between Bruce and himself, Michael leaned down to whisper directly in her ear. “You should have enough juice to keep you docile, but if you act up, I’ll restrain you, too. Got me?”

She nodded, her insides shrinking in terror. A few more agonizing minutes passed, and the food arrived, except the person delivering it wasn’t who they expected.

“Mama’s here,” Taylor sang, balancing a tray in one hand as she swung the door open. “I’m ready to serve my man his dinner.”

Damon’s eyes closed, a tear slipping from one corner. His chest rose and fell with the pull of oxygen in and out of his flared nostrils. Jamison inched closer, as if she could use her body to shield him from Taylor.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Taylor cooed, setting the tray on the dresser. “Why is she next to him?”

Before Jamison could react, Michael scooped her up and held her out of the way as Taylor climbed onto the bed to straddle Damon’s thighs. Her short skirt hiked high, revealing the curve of her ass as she ran her hands over his chest.

“He’s so freaking pretty!” Taylor squealed. “Especially like this. Around the office, you’re this impenetrable dickhead that just snaps at people. It’s hot, for sure, but seeing you like this? Oh, baby, you are just wrapped up in a pretty bow all for me.”

The woman named Krystal, along with another woman, stood in the doorway, watching.

They craned their necks to see the action, eagerly taking in the scene.

Jamison fisted her hands, fighting the urge to drag Taylor off Damon by her hair.

However, even though the drugs in her system were dissipating at a rapid rate, she couldn’t risk it and stayed cradled against Michael’s chest.

Taylor leaned down and kissed Damon’s mouth, slowly shifting her weight until she was grinding against his hips. “I can feel that,” she whispered. “Is it for me? Should we move your sisters out so we can have a little privacy? ”

Jamison would swear Damon was turning multiple shades of green under Taylor, and she hoped he vomited right into the bitch’s mouth.

“Come on, Taylor. He’s half-drugged and doesn’t know where he is or who you are,” Michael said, trying to reason with her. “And he looks like he’s about to throw up.”

That got Taylor moving.

“Eww, gross,” Taylor screeched, stumbling backward off the bed. Her heels slid out from under her, and she flailed about. “This skirt is vintage!”

“We’ll take care of him,” Krystal said, rushing in with the other woman to help Taylor stand. “You’ve had a long day and should rest.”

Taylor pouted between the two. “I do feel like I need a good hydration mask and a bath,” she sighed. “Think you can handle him?”

“We’ve been handling him,” the second one said. “Damon is our little pussy cat.”

Taylor’s lip curled at the snarky tone. “Well, thank you so much, Jessica . Since he’s such a pussy cat for you, maybe I’ll bump your name to the bottom of the list. Everyone knows men like a challenge, and if he’s already comfortable being around you, it might be hard for Damon to muster up the effort to even want to impregnate you. ”

A shade of green, similar to Damon’s coloring, tinged Jessica’s face. “Please don’t make me go after Barb. She smells, Taylor.”

Taylor snatched the tray off the dresser and shoved it into Jessica’s stomach. “Then serve my man properly and never call him a fucking pussy cat again.”

Head down, Jessica spoke to the floor. “Yes, Taylor.”

Bruce cleared his throat, wisely staying back with Claudia and Emily. “What time are you heading out in the morning?”

In the most exaggerated huff of disgust, Taylor tossed her long, luxurious hair over one shoulder. “Parker said at six, but that’s so uncivilized.”

“Agreed. So how about I gas up the car for you in the morning?” Bruce offered. “That way, you can leave around seven and give yourself time to rest.”

Taylor eyed him suspiciously. “And why would you do that?”

“Because you did well today, and I was impressed with the execution of the grab.” Bruce shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “Hell, it was so flawless, you might’ve been able to run with our team back in the day.”

It was as if a light bulb had been switched on inside Taylor. Already possessing some unhinged need for praise, Bruce’s compliment sent the psychopath soaring. “I did well? Really?” she squeaked. “That means so much coming from you!”

Michael kept his expression blank, but Jamison couldn’t, and the next thing she knew, he was tossing her over his shoulder. “Ladies, when you’re done with Damon, bring some food to my room for Jamison.”

“Wait, you said you wouldn’t do it until I could watch.” Taylor stomped her foot, and Jamison thought she might snap if she heard that sound one more time. “And I wanted to relax tonight.”

“I already told you I wasn’t starting tonight.” Michael smacked her ass hard, gripping it roughly when she squirmed. “Not that I don’t want to.”

“Okay, so no fucking,” Taylor ordered, lifting her pinkie. “Swear?”

Michael snagged Taylor’s pinkie with his own. “Swear.”