Page 98 of Líadan's Code

Things got a little hot, but we’re good.

“What did you tell that poor man?” Brendan asks, barking out a laugh. “I swear, you’re grinning from ear to ear right now, little brat.”

It appears that’s my new name, but it’s fairly accurate.

Glancing over at him, I tell him what I said, enjoying the way he shakes his head.

“‘I’m adding spankings, Lía,” he says. “Rory is going to turn purple as he thinks about that.”

“I’ll deal with it when we get there,” I say with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Jordan

I think “obsessed” is an understatement for what I feel right now.

I’m listening to police scanners in my ear buds, following Líadan and Brendan’s chaos through Chicago. My little brats are quite the pyromaniacs, setting fires throughout the city to cover their murders.

The only reason I know they’re on a killing spree is because I know some of their plans based on who they’re meeting with.

The streets will be running red with Líadan’s wrath, and I’m proud as fuck. I usually wouldn’t be so invested in mafia turf wars, but that’s not what this is. She’s taking back her life and the pieces of her soul bit by bit. I’m still angry, though, and it’s making me petty and pissed off.

I hacked into one of the trackers that Brendan has on Líadan’s person about twenty minutes ago, while working in a little coffee shop to recharge. I haven’t been getting much sleep lately, not that I’d admit it.

My ego is a bit bruised that two people, I think so highly of, thought I was too old to keep up with them.

Their life is dangerous, but I should be allowed to choose if I want to be part of it or not. It’s something I plan to remind them of while fucking them within an inch of their lives. My kinks are riding me hard, my need to punish my princess is trying to push itself to the forefront of my mind, but I can’t do that yet.

Hopefully soon, though.

Now, I’m working my way over to a building that looks like it may be a large utility building. The fire reported to the police at a warehouse isn’t far from here, and I can just hear the wail of fire trucks as they hurry over.

Líadan left the warehouse half an hour ago. I doubt they are going to be able to save any part of it, since the Princess is a perfectionist.

It boasts itself to be a construction lumber site, however, if Líadan is there, it’s possible it’s a front. The building was bought under an umbrella corporation, and it’s difficult to find who the person behind the corporation is.

That alone screams “look at me” due to trying too hard. I’m genuinely distrustful when I see things like this.

The site is around other businesses on a side of town where everyone minds their own damn business. The bus drops me off a block away, and I cross the street as I get closer. It’s a brick building with a large enclosed warehouse area, supposedly for lumber and construction purposes.

I know Rory has a construction company with his sons, so this could possibly be one of his properties.

There are a few really nice cars parked on the side of the building, screaming wealth and power. Smirking, I slip onto the property across from it, searching for a place to watch. The business appears closed today, making it easy to climb the fire escape, hack into their alarm system, and block the window motion sensor. Once done, I force the window open, certain it won’t trigger the alarm.

Smirking at all my ill gotten knowledge I’ve acquired that no one will ever know about, I climb inside the building, shutting the window afterward to wander over to the main bank of windows facing the street.

The floor is well swept, surprisingly, so I sit on the floor, using the cameras in the area to spy as I monitor what’s happening across the street. My tools of the trade are strewn on the floor in front of me.

My back twinges a bit when I lean forward, reminding me that it’s been hours since I applied the medicated cream. Dammit. I’m going to need to take a detour after this to my rental before it gets worse.

Several more people arrive, and thankfully, the video cameras at the building are wired for sound so I can hear them easily.

“I hope we can convince her to keep the auctions,” a woman with obviously fake hair says as she walks across the gravel parking lot with several other people. “If not, we’ll go back to the dark ages and join the dark web. Those people are pathetic and malnourished, though. I prefer a youthful, healthy appearance for my pets.”

“We know. We’ve all listened to you complain once they turn twenty-five and sell them,” a man grunts. “Their holes still work just fine, Ciara. You like them so damn young, though no one in this group is about to kink shame.”

My skin prickles with revulsion as I gag.

Oh fuck, I hope there aren’t any kids in the auction’s house. It’s possible they may be in the menageries after hearing Ciara’s conversation, though. Picking up my phone from the floor, I ensure that the people going into the building have a really bad fucking day.

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