Page 38 of Devilish Prince

Jen hesitates but moves with me. We walk away from the row of cars toward the elevator in the far corner of the garage. It allows street access for people who are merely in town to do some shopping. Hospital staff use the other elevator, and after the scene we caused chasing her, I don’t want to ruffle any feathers.

On our short walk across the garage Lord comes back into view, gun in hand searching. When he sees me with Jen, he falls into step beside me.

“Jennifer, I presume?” The gun grinds against her ribs and she whimpers.

“Yes.”

“Good, you are going to tell me where Dr. Carter is.”

I press the elevator button with the tip of the gun and she squirms in my sideways embrace uncomfortably. “Please, don’t hurt her. She just wants to take care of Calvin.”

“I have no intention of hurting her,” I tell her as the doors slide open and a few folks walk out. They offer confused expressions but continue walking away as we board the elevator. With Lord safely tucked inside the carriage with me. I pull the emergency stop button and let Jen scurry away.

The doors shut on us and Jen cowers in the corner, crying and covering her face. Lord puts his gun back in its holster andstands with hands clasped in front of him as if waiting on an order.

“I will definitely hurt you if you don’t tell me what I want to know.” Holstering my weapon in the back of my waist band I straighten my suit coat. I don’t like having to run, and I seriously don’t like getting blood on my good suits, so I’ll leave the dirty work to Lord now.

“What? What do you want? Hasn’t she done enough? She saved your life.” Jen is feisty like Sofia. I can see why they get along. These New York women are mouthy and loud, and I’m shocked I even found one I can tolerate. I’m not pleased with the one standing in front of me though.

“Where is she?” I narrow my eyes on her and Lord steps forward, menacingly.

“She’s hiding. I’m not telling you where she is.” Jen lashes out at me with her words and Lord gives her a hard smack across the face.

“Where?” I ask again, and she spits at his feet. Lord again corrects her, this time with the back of his hand. Her head whips to the side and she covers her face, crying harder.

“I’m not telling you…” This time she hides her eyes, keeping them turned downward and away from me.

Lord doesn’t even have to await my word this time. He moves in, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. His grip is tight, but not on her throat. She will need to be able to cough up the location for us, so damaging her vocal chords is counter productive.

“Where. Is. She?” I’m beyond the point of losing patience. If she can’t tell me, I’ll return to Kline and Baker.

Jen whimpers and writhes against Lord’s grip and the tears never stop. She smacks at him, kicking out with her feet and digging her nails into his arm so hard she draws blood but he refuses to let up.

“Where!” I scream, and she pleads.

“Please… Okay. I’ll tell you… I’ll take you there. Please don’t hurt me.” Lord releases his grip on her and she slides to the ground in the corner of the elevator curling into a ball.

“Get up,” I order, pushing the emergency stop button back in. If she’s taking us there we aren’t finished with her but just for good measure, Lord is going to teach her a lesson so the next leg of this journey will go more smoothly. I turn to him and say, “I’ll call Dex for a ride. You bring her to the house.” I glance down at her. “After her little lesson.”

Jen wails and cries out as the elevator doors open and I step out. I turn to see Lord unbuckling his belt, a hungry look in his eye. This is right up his alley and exactly what he gets off on. Jen will learn her lesson and we will go collect Sofia this evening.

Lord looks up at me as he pulls his dick out of his jeans and as the door slides shut I see him reaching for the emergency stop button.

I have a few arrangements to make before we pick up my bride to be. He better not take too long.

25

SOFIA

When Jen sent the text that she was coming and would be here by lunch, I went into high gear. I cleaned the entire cabin, maybe better than it had been cleaned in years, and then I fed Calvin and got him nestled in his bed to watch his afternoon soap operas. He promptly fell asleep which left me to make lunch for me and Jen.

The little finger sandwiches are probably a little fancy for a simple lunch to welcome her to her own cabin, but she’s been very generous to allow me and Calvin to shelter here as we wait out the storm surrounding my life. The least I can do is make her feel at home the instant she walks in. So I pour two glasses of wine, set the sandwich platter out, and sit down to wait.

It's a sunny day today, though it will rain at some point. I’ve learned that the leeward side of this mountain getaway overlooking the river below gets rain at least one time each day for about ten minutes at a time. That has kept me busy on more than one occasion, betting against myself on what time the rain will arrive. Today, though, seems like it will be an evening shower, with the sun in full force warming the cabin.

I peek out the front window again, but see nothing. So I nervously make another pass round the living room picking things up. I left the remote lying on the arm of the tweed sofa, so I put it back in the basket on the TV stand. And my tea mug from morning tea still sits on the table in the breakfast nook in the corner of the room. I carry it to the kitchen and grab a rag to wipe the ring left behind from condensation.

Once I’ve inspected everything, I peek again at the driveway, a steep meandering blacktop that winds its way up the hill toward the garage to the east of the cabin. I hear a low rumble, indicating a car is approaching, and I know it’s her. No one else knows I’m here and from what Jen has told me, no one bothers the cabin, except the cleaning crew after the place has been rented out to Airbnb guests.

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