Page 86 of Reign of Psychos

“Dead? What do you mean, he’s dead?”

“He tried to kidnap me, so he’s dead. The end. Sorry you missed the funeral.” I wasn’t sure there had been a funeral. I doubted Ronan and his clean-up crew bothered with such formalities.

Dad slumped in his chair, chewing his lip. “OK, so he’s gone. Never mind. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

I stared at him. Torrance, the man who’d been his closest ally for decades, his loyal attack dog, was dead. Yet the event barely registered. I’d always known Dad wasn’t normal, but his reaction to the news of Torrance’s death cemented it. My father was a sociopath. Completely devoid of empathy. A husk of a man.

“Lucian Forsyth is dead, too.” Dad grinned with delight.

“Excellent news! I can take over his routes when I get out.” He tapped his fingers on the table, looking thoughtful. “If you marry that son of his, we could create a powerful alliance against the Russians.”

My jaw dropped. Dad had officially checked out. Did he not realize this conversation was being recorded and would be used against him?

A buzzer sounded and the door behind me opened. “Visiting time is over.”

“That’s it, old man. Have a good life.”

“Wait, what? Get me a new lawyer and come back in a few days!”

“No.”

“Thea! I need you!”

“You reap what you sow, old man,” I muttered as a heavy metal door closed behind me. I heard him screaming as the guards hauled him away. It felt good to know I never had to look at him again. He may have sired me, but he wasn’t my father. Not in any real sense, anyway.

I walked out of the prison. The moment the last door clanked shut behind me, I closed my eyes and inhaled a lungful of fresh air.

The air inside the prison had stunk of boiled cabbage and bleach. A noxious combination. Thank God I wouldn’t ever be going back there.

“How did he take the news?” Dar asked when I reached the car.

“He barely reacted. Too busy making plans for when he gets out of there.” I snorted. “Which won’t be happening.” Thanks to Fausto, the DIA had more than enough evidence to lock my father up for the rest of his life.

“Anyway, it’s done.” I’d needed to see him one last time, to reassure myself that he really was locked up. “Let’s go buy some flowers.”

We wanted to visit Fausto’s grave before we left. Dario had barely had time to grieve his dad. He’d not said anything, but I knew he felt his loss. Unlike my father, Fausto had been a supportive and loving parent.

I climbed into the hire car and turned away from the squat gray prison building. I wouldn’t be coming here again. Dad could rot here for all I cared.

43

Thea

5 months later

Diaphanous drapes across the glass doors leading out onto the balcony fluttered in the warm wind, cooling my overheated skin. I stretched and arched my back, biting back a groan as Landon spread my thighs and nibbled my swollen clit.

Next to me, Kyril stirred but didn’t wake. On my other side, Dario opened his eyes and blinked. His gaze lingered on my exposed breasts before sliding down to the man between my legs.

“Damn, he got there first,” he grumbled, running a large hand across my curved belly. My seven-month pregnant belly rippled as the baby moved. He grinned with delight before dipping his head and sucking a swollen breast into his mouth.

This time, I couldn’t contain my loud moan. My breasts were so sensitive that I often climaxed purely from them being played with, which we’d discovered when Cassian edged me for hours one night shortly after we moved here. The bastard.

He’d claimed it was a punishment for leaving them at New Year. I called bullshit, but it didn’t stop him from spanking my ass until it burned and then tormenting my tits until I came multiple times.

“Kitten, you’re awake,” Kyril growled, rolling onto his side and fixing me with a hard stare. I moaned louder as Landon did something amazing with his tongue.

“Please,” I cried. “I need to come!”

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