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“I don’t need a fucking heir. I don’t need anyone trying to usurp me.” I grit my teeth together to control my temper. He doesn’t know that I might, in fact, have an heir. One I knew nothing about until recently when DNA papers mysteriously showed up in an envelope to my office. Of course they could have been fake, but I can’t take any chances. I need to know for one hundred percent certainty.

“Someone else will try to take you out and if they succeed…” he voices, cutting into my thoughts.

“You let me worry about that. It doesn’t concern you.”

“It concerns me when it begins to affect the business…and The Triad," he says, angrily. “Slaves keep ending up missing and it all leads back to us. It’s only a matter of time before we have more than just the third breathing down our neck.”

“I know,” I sigh out in frustration. “I’m taking care of my end, so how about you worry about yours for now, especially considering our issues have been commingled.”

“Excuse me?” He asks. The annoyance in his voice is evident.

“Oh yes, you didn’t know yet?” I snicker. “Well, I look forward to your phone call after you pay your precious heir a little visit. And just so we are clear, I expect a return on my investment. I’m sending someone to collect for me soon.” My finger clicks end call and I lean back in my chair sighing in clear frustration. I can feel my control slowly slipping. Years of making sure everything worked in my favor. Years of me executing the perfect plan, slowly collecting all of my pieces, and carefully placing them where they need to be. Now it could all end with one fucking file, that it seems, has created twice as many problems. I stare at the file with disgust, my past memories rushing to the forefront of my mind.

The little vixen who hung around my brother and all of his friends. She was a sexy little thing, only a few years younger than me. I knew the minute I saw her I had wanted her, even if she had eyes for my brother. I could see it in the way she watched him, but he never returned the sentiment. He didn’t see what was right in front of him and instead, chose to play the third wheel in his friend's love life instead. Idiot. It didn’t take much to woo her away. A few nice gestures and she was putty in my hands. She was also a fucking tease, never letting me get too close. After a few months, I grew tired of her games, pretending she was innocent and dragging me along. So I did what any logical man would do, what my father had ingrained in me from birth.

“A man takes what he wants, son. He doesn’t wait for it to fall into his lap," he had said.

So I did. I took that little vixen out to the middle of the woods, promises of a picnic under the stars, and I stole from her. I stole the innocence I never thought she had. I fucked her on a blanket under those stars, her hands held tightly above her head while she cried out for me to stop. I licked the tears from her cheeks, while forcing myself inside her tight virgin cunt, the feel of her breaking around me while I thrust myself inside her, coming harder than I ever had in my life. The sight of my dick, streaked with the blood of her innocence as I pulled from her, was one I will never forget. My cum, dripping from her sweet pussy, so satisfying while she curled in on herself and cried.

Only then did I realize my mistake. In my attempt to grasp what I had wanted so badly, I had forgotten the one thing I never had before. The condom. A matter for the morning, I remember thinking, before taking her again, and again, and again. The next morning I was dropping her off down the street from her home, my cum, no doubt dried between her thighs. I had quickly acquired a small pill from the family doctor that same morning and I placed it into her hands, reminding her to not speak of the night's events to anyone ever.

“Say one word and I'll make sure your entire family disappears,” I had said as I grasped her chin tightly. “You belong to me now.”

She had left my car and I watched as she carefully slipped inside her home, attempting not to wake her parents. She tried to avoid me but she could never get too far. For months, I forced myself on her any way I could, whenever the opportunity arose and she never spoke a word to anyone. One day she just disappeared, not a trace to be found. Her family gone and the house left vacant. Eve…

Where the fuck is she now? I’ve scoured every file I could find. Hired countless private investigators, yet I still don’t knowwhat happened to her. She is the only explanation. The only time I was ever so stupid. Young and eager to take what had been teased and dangled in front of my face. I hadn’t realized what the repercussions could be until now. Stupid of me to trust that girl to take the pill I had given to her. I should have forced it down her throat, followed by my dick. I should have made her swallow it down, chased by my cum. So. Fucking. Stupid. My father would be disgusted with me.

“Come here,” I grit out as I yank the leash on my pet. He falls forward onto his hands and knees before quickly crawling to me. I pet his head, running my hands through his hair. “Be a good boy and take care of daddy.”

Chapter 26

Jamison

I watch Kaz as she walks down the street, casually looking over her shoulder every few seconds. To anyone else in this city, she is probably just some random girl nervous to be out past dark. I know better, though. My Kitten has claws just waiting to come out. From the corner of another building, I see her look around before entering a dingy looking bar. She looks nervous, but I’m unsure why. She can’t see me, so I know I’m not the cause. Normally I wouldn’t be following her around tonight seeing as how she’s been following the same regiment for months now, however I've noticed she’s been acting strange all week long. It started over the weekend when she had me pick her up after disappearing from the club. I wanted to fucking punish her for disobeying me so directly like that, especially considering the circumstances surrounding all of us at Bolt Corporation. I don’t care what contracts were signed. I don’t for one minute believe Lockhart gave up on Sasha so easily. Then, there is the matter of what he had said to me after his meeting with Xavier that day. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. It’s almost as if he implied there was someone dangerous close to me. The devil herself. A woman. Kitten is the only woman I’ve let close to me and there’s something off with her right now.

I cross the street quickly and wait for a group of people to walk through the bar door. As soon as they begin piling in, Islide through, hoping to get lost in the small crowd. The inside of the bar is fucking filthy. My nose scrunches up at the distasteful decor scattered around. It looks like a bomb went off in a vintage secondhand store and they decided to take the remains and shove it all in here. I spot Kaz immediately in a booth, hunched over her phone. She's nervously tapping her fingers on the small table with her other hand. Thankfully, she isn’t paying attention as I make my way past her and sit in another booth directly behind. The ugliest curtains hang between all of these booths, lightly knotted at the ends. They provide a somewhat detailed shield, but I pull the hoodie I stole from Jonathan up over my head and turn away, just in case. What the fuck is she doing here anyway? A server in a very skimpy outfit eyes me and starts heading my direction, so I wave her off with my hand while glaring like an asshole. She skitters away quickly, an annoyed look on her face. I’m two seconds away from sliding in Kaz's booth, my patience wearing thin, when a smooth voice makes my entire body freeze up.

“Hello, Little Devil,” Lockhart purrs. “So nice to meet you face to face.”

Kaz scoffs. “I should have known.”

What should she have known? What the fuck is Lockhart doing meeting with her? My fingers close around the edge of the table hard, making my knuckles turn white as I continue listening.

“I believe you have something for me?” Lockhart asks her. It doesn’t sound like a question, though. If anything, it’s an assumption. I hear a rustling sound and Lockhart laughs.

“Your lap dog has something of mine as well, and I want it back.” I hear Kaz grit out. She sounds angry. There isn’t a trace of fear in her voice.

“Ahh, yes. He is currently out of the country right now on business. I’ll have to see what we can do about that. You didquite the number on him, you know? I could use someone with your expertise, Little Devil. You could make lots of money. More than what Bolt Corporation pays you, I’m sure.”

Something slams on the table and I hear Lockhart gasp. “You little bitch.”

“I don’t fight anymore. If you want to keep your fingers, I suggest you keep your hands on your side of the table. I brought you what you wanted. We are done here.”

“Not so fast,” Lockhart grits out. “We aren’t done until I say we are.”

I hear another rustling sound and see Kaz jolt up from the table and walk towards the exit, with Lockhart following close behind. He grabs her by the arm to stop her, but I can’t hear anything else. Of course, the waitress from earlier thinks this is the perfect time to come over and ask me if I’m ready to order. By the time I’ve sent her on her way, Kaz and Lockhart are both gone.

“Fuck,” I mutter, as I stand quickly and rush out of the bar, hoping I haven’t lost them. Once I’ve made my way outside, I scan both sides of the street. A quick flash of Kaz's hair as she rounds a corner has me walking that direction. I know these streets like the back of my hand. She may be walking fast, but I know exactly where to go to cut her off. I cut through a back alley that curves over and connects with another street ahead. Once I reach the entrance of the alley, I stand and wait. Not thirty seconds pass before Kaz walks right next to the opening. I yank her into the dark, covering her mouth, and slam her against the brick wall. Her eyes go wide and her hands curl around my wrists, causing her nails to bite into my skin.

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