Page 83 of Wicked Revenge

He fucking lied.

My hands cover my face, all of the dots connecting– the truth of everything we’ve been missing. I close the distance between us, dropping to my knees and grasping her hands in mine. I wait until her wide, panicked eyes find mine.

“She’s alive,” I breathe out, my heart lurching at my chest, beating so hard I’m scared it might burst through my ribs at any moment.

“She’s alive?” She asks, hope shining through as she scrambles to her knees, Alek steading her shaky movements.

“Yes, Angel. He lied. Manipulated you into seeing what he wanted you to believe. He. Fucking. Lied,” I tell her, pulling her into me and cradling her face.

“She is alive.”

Chapter 42

I found her.

My little wolf.

I finally fucking found her! I wipe the blood from my hands on this fuck-up’s shirt before pushing off of him to stand up completely. He saw her in town, almost ran her over. Had the good sense to take a picture of her, but he fucked up.

He fucking let her go. He didn’t follow her. So now he is bound and gagged to a chair in my basement cell.

His gaping throat reminds me of the message my little wolf left with my men. I knew it was her as soon as I saw the calling card she placed on their mutilated bodies. I’d seen it before in her cell. When she was with me, I encouraged her unique art. It was wicked and dark. A darkness I inspired in her, drawing it from the depths of her soul.

Walking out of the piss and blood stained cell, Jackson stands just outside the bars, holding out a towel for me. “Get this cleaned up, I’ll be in my office,” I order him, taking the towel from him and cleaning the rest of the blood from my hands before heading up the stairs to my office.

“Yes, Sir.”

He scurries off like a good little soldier. He knows I’m the only thing standing between him and the hunter. He’s been trying to convince me to name him as my heir for years.

That will never happen.

Royal could have been the perfect heir. He had the potential. There was a darkness lurking beneath a facade of control– a beast so similar to my own, clawing at his insides, begging to be unleashed.

I thought killing his mother and sister would shred the last of his resolve, but those boys made him soft instead. Adopting all of them was a mistake that bit me in the ass. Royal is too blinded by his loyalty to them to ever be loyal to me.

If it wouldn’t put my entire organization in an upheaval, they would have been dead a long time ago. However, I refuse to put everything I’ve built at risk over some defiant little boys trying to play men.

They will be handled just like their parents. But not yet.

Tossing the bloody towel into the trash, I sit down at my desk and pick up my phone. The bitch picks up on the first ring, like a pathetic dog begging for any scraps I’ll toss her way.

“King, baby… I was hoping to hear-”

“Cut the shit, Ava. I’m letting you out of your kennel. A chance to renew the deal we made.”

“I’ll do whatever you want, King. I just want to see you.”

Desperation bleeds through her lies. She doesn’t want me. The only thing she has ever cared about was herself and her next hit. She made that clear when she made her deal.

“I’ll have someone pick you up. Don’t even think of trying anything stupid,” I growl, irritated by the used up junkie already.

“What do I have to do?”

“Catch a little wolf.” I end the call before I tell her guards to strangle her.

Pulling up the grainy picture on my phone, my cock grows hard at the fear swirling in her green eyes through the windshield. I’ve seen that look before. I’ve caused it.

Nothing gets me harder than listening to her beg and plead for me to stop, knowing I won’t but still trying anyway. She’s a fighter. She learned pretty quickly not to fight me, but that didn’t stop her from fighting herself. She couldn’t fight her body’s response to me.

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