Page 7 of Deadly Obsession
I line the pliers up with his middle finger.
“Okay!” Adam yells, though it’s more of a wheeze. “Six.”
“Six? SIX?”
I snatch my knife from my torture tray and sink it into his cock.
Adam’s piercing screams echo throughout the room, but I’m not worried about anyone hearing us. We’re in the basement of my club, and the room has been soundproofed.
I pull the knife out of his groin. Blood spurts out, staining Adam’s lap and spilling to the ground. I yank his head back by his hair and dig the tip of the knife into his throat.
“Six what, Adam? What did you do to them?”
He’s barely hanging on to consciousness, so I dig the knife deeper, hoping the pain sends a jolt of alertness.
“Rape… I… roofie them, then rape them.”
I’ve heard enough and slice the blade across his throat. A shower of blood pours down his front, and I step back to make sure none gets on my shoes and clothes.
I’m fuming as I head to the bathroom to wash my hands and check for blood splatter.
Covering up the details of his death won’t be easy. I have contacts with the NYPD and the city’s medical examiner who can report it as an overdose or something equallybelievable. Then I’ll hand over audio of Adam confessing his crimes. I already have my tech guy, Phil, looking for physical evidence, in addition to the video of him assaulting Sage. I haven’t watched it yet, but I already told my security team to pull it. That way, if Adam’s parents try to investigate his death, I’ll threaten to leak his crimes to the world. I doubt they’ll chance a tarnished reputation.
I change into a fresh shirt and head back upstairs to Sage. Hopefully I can talk her into coming home with me where I can properly bed her. I’d love nothing more than to wake up next to her and fuck her again before making her breakfast.
I’ve never been so utterly attracted to a woman that I literally kill a man for her. Not even my ex—who broke up with me last month—made me so… passionate. Lori was a beautiful woman. But too innocent for my world. I hid this part of my life from her for two years before she uncovered my lies. It’s my own fault for not locking my office door at home. She walked in on a less than legal conversation. I asked her the cost of her silence and after paying off her student loans and setting her up with a PR job for one of the local sports teams—she loves hockey—she agreed not to say a word.
It was an easy decision for her because our relationship had been over for months.
Because I pushed her away.
I slow my steps as I approach my office and notice the door ajar.
My phone is already to my ear, calling for backup, before I tuck it away and grab a gun from the holster at my side. My heart beats erratically with worry that something’s happened to Sage. This place is highly guarded, and someone would have to be invisible to get past my security team, but it’s notimpossible.
I should have left two men up here at the door, but I didn’t want Sage thinking she was a prisoner who couldn’t leave.
I peek around the doorframe and listen but no one’s in there. Still, I enter cautiously. There’s nowhere to hide in my office so after a quick scan of the room, I put my gun away.
She’s not here.
Gone.
Except for the note on my desk.
Had to leave. Thanks for all the orgasms.
- Sage
What the fuck?
I take out my phone and call my head of security, Jax. Maybe she’s still in the building. If not, I’ll have my security team track her down.
Everyone who enters my club hands over identification that I log into a system. I keep a database because rich pricks have been known to frequent my clubs, and it’s always good to have dirt on the powerful schmucks for blackmailing purposes.
If Sage is gone, I’ll be able to track her down.
She caught my eye the moment she walked in earlier tonight. Her green dress clung to her thick body. Her wide, perfect ass and soft stomach begged for my hands to worship them. Her blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, waiting to be tugged and wrapped around my wrist.
