Page 27 of Vengeful Lies

Unless we’re conducting business, I usually let them have the weekends off, much to my father’s dismay at me not having constant security.

I begin to undo my top buttons as I walk to my bedroom and open the door. The moment I enter the room, something feels off. Someone has been in here. I slowly grab the gun from my pants, and when I switch on the light, I find it empty.

An ominous object catches my attention. A knife has been punctured into the middle of my bed, pinning a scrunched-up note to the mattress.

Anger floods me at her ability to sneak into my space once again, yet my dick twitches at her cockiness.

When I open the note, the first thing I notice is the red kiss mark. Those fuckable little lips acting as a calling card.

This was most likely what she got up to tonight after fleeing my club.

I liked your watch collection. Hope you don’t mind that I borrowed one or twelve.

I crack my neck as I head into my closet and contemplate her last text message.

I would love one since I’ve left you so many.

Everything looks just as I left it a few days ago until I open a drawer and notice my entire watch collection is gone. I don’t like sharing things, let alone someone disrupting the orderly way I place them. But I’m equally impressed. Either way, I’m going to have to install those fucking cameras because of her.

I walk into my private bathroom and pull my shirt over my head. When I’ve removed it completely, something catches my eye. I approach the marble counter, where my aftershave, comb, and toothbrush are. My left eye twitches as I adjust the aftershave into the right position.Did she go through my bathroom?

I scan the room, checking if anything else has been moved, and that’s when my attention is drawn to the corner behind the toilet.

She’s not even trying to hide the fact that she placed a camera there, and so I smirk with a brilliant idea. If this is the game she wants to play, then we can play it. I free my cock and begin to fist it while facing the camera, thinking of how tight her little pussy was wrapped around my fingers tonight.

I don’t know if she’s watching this now or if she will when she wakes, but I’ll make sure she doesn’t forget me, especially when I’ve made my mind up that I’ll bury this cock in her one way or another. However, when I kill her is still undecided.

CHAPTER 14

Jewel

Idon’t work today, so I decide to read up on the extra files Rory sent me on any public business announcements or obvious relationships Eli Monti has. I’ve become obsessed, primarily due to the fact that my life literally depends on it.

On my days off, I’d usually be at the gun range practicing. It’s the only time all my busy thoughts are silent, and I have one thing to focus on. Just the target. I know I’d be too distracted for it today, and it’d only infuriate me more, most likely throwing off my aim. And I outright refuse to have anything less than perfect aim.

Eli has gotten under my skin. I don’t usually dance with my targets. Hell, I usually don’t even talk to my targets. And I certainly don’t let them put their hands beneath my skirt and ride their fingers to a very frustrating missed climax.

I only received one text from Eli after he sat outside my apartment for almost an hour last night. It not-so-cryptically and simply stated, “Delivery.” Two minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

It caught me by surprise this morning when he sent food to the apartment. Not only breakfast but a hot chocolate as well because he must know I think coffee tastes like the devil’s piss.I’m not sure what his definition of a love letter is. But sending a woman food is pretty fucking close. Not that I would accept it. So when Jenny received it at the door, I told her it was from me to her. A total fucking lie. Because of her shocked expression, I had to explain further that I felt guilty for borrowing her heels without asking. I didn’t feel guilty at all. And if anyone in this apartment was going to get food poisoning, it wasn’t going to be me.

Not that I wanted her to be murdered, and I was ninety percent sure Eli was above doing something so sly. Not because he had morals or a conscience, but I’m certain poisoning me wouldn’t give someone like Eli satisfaction. No, Eli is definitely the type to choke me to death with his bare hands. Or something else just as up close and personal.

Although the thought did cross my mind that if such an unfortunate thing were to happen, at least I could totally steal those heels back.

I stop reading the files to check my phone again. I would have thought by now he’d have contacted me about his admirable watch collection that is… well, not so impressive now. I pull up the surveillance cameras I placed in his mansion last night; there are three in total. One in the bedroom, another in the private bathroom, and the last in the walk-in closet. I rewind the footage, certain he went back to the mansion last night.

It’s a gamble, really, but I had to get under his skin as much as he has mine. While I was there, I also looked for information that my client might want to know about him, but the asshole is as clean as he is ruthless.

I grin like a Cheshire cat as I roll onto my stomach on my bed and kick my feet back and forth. I love watching him discover his missing watch collection. I look at the box in the corner of my room where I threw the thousands of dollars worth of watcheslike they were less than garbage. I still don’t know what I’ll do with them; that wasn’t the point.

Perhaps provoking the monster who’s promising to kill me isn’t the smartest thing to do, but since it’s part of the game I’ve been hired for, I remind myself it’s necessary, and I’m not doing it simply to piss Eli Monti off. I’m doing it because it’s a job.

My smile slips, and my heart falters as Eli steps into his bathroom and begins peeling off his shirt. My mouth goes dry as I scan over the intricate pattern of black and gray skulls and dragons twisting through one another across his back and down his arms. His chest and stomach are completely covered in ink, and I can’t help but appreciate the finery of it.

That’s when he looks directly at the camera, and I gulp. He saw this last night, so why hasn’t he mentioned it yet? Why has there been no consequences? And then he smirks at the camera as he slowly undoes his belt. I can’t look away as he pulls out his sizable cock.

I’ve seen it many times before, specifically when he’s fucked his lover, Michelle, whom he hasn’t touched since almost a month ago. I stare, mesmerized, as he fists himself and pumps, staring into the camera the whole time.

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