Page 106 of Vengeful Princess

“Oh.” Cass nodded sympathetically. We were both card-carrying members of the dysfunctional father society, the club nobody wanted to join. “What’s the old fucker done now?”

“He wants me to schmooze Elaine Jordan, chairperson of the Global Whiskey Awards judging committee. Apparently she’s coming to London soon, and he’s keen to tip the balance in favor of our distillery.”

“So he expects you to do what? Give her a PowerPoint demonstration?” Milo asked, confused.

Kyril snorted. “No, he expects our pretty boy here to fuck the woman and keep her sweet.”

I nodded. That was pretty much my father’s MO. He’d been pulling the same trick for years.

He’d done the same to Isla, too. Unfortunately for my father, she’d met Jonathon when she turned 19, so her stint in purgatory didn’t last too long.

“Wow, that’s sick.” Milo looked as ill as I felt. Elaine wasn’t bad looking for an older woman, and before I met Thea, I might have rocked into her hotel suite at the Ritz without too many qualms.

But not anymore. The thought of cheating on Thea, even if we hadn’t had sex yet, made me want to heave my guts up.

Thea was the one for me. If she found out I was playing hide-the-sausage with other women, she’d never look at me again. Hell, if she knew about all the shameful things I’d done at my father’s behest, she’d probably reel with disgust. But since I had no intention of spilling that information, and neither did my friends, I was safe.

I got tested regularly, and I always double-wrapped it before I tapped it so she would be safe once she finally let me into her sweet pussy.

Which better be soon. I was in serious danger of developing repetitive strain injury from jacking off multiple times a day.

Speaking of…

It was time to beat one out. It might help ease the stress induced anxiety attack my father had caused.

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Thea

My victims haunted my dreams. Blood-soaked wraiths swirled around me in the darkness, laughing as I fought my fear.

You murdered us.

You’re evil.

Was I evil?

I felt evil.

Killing was wrong, yet I’d never had a choice. From the very first moment my father handed me a gun, I knew what he expected of me.

The gun was too big for my small hand. Too heavy. I could barely lift the damn thing.

The man tied to the metal chair squinted at me with his one remaining eye when I lifted the gun.

“Flick the safety off, like I showed you, principessa.” Dad’s voice was gentle yet firm.

“It’s too heavy,” I whined. My small arms trembled. Why had he pulled me from my nice, warm bed?

I wanted my stuffed bear. Bed was safe. Maria had promised to make cookies with me in the morning. I was excited about that.

“Do it, Thea.” This time, Dad’s voice was much harder, more threatening.

“She’s a kid, you’re sick!” The bloody man tied to the chair struggled against his bindings, but Torrance had used plastic zip ties. He had no chance of breaking them.

Dad ignored the man. His focus was on me and the gun in my hands.

“Flick the safety off and squeeze the trigger.”

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