Page 21 of Only in the Dark
“And what the hell are you, son? I expected you to dress a little more classy for this event,” his father scolded. It was a Halloween party, not an anniversary.
“I’m a cereal killer. Get it?” Kieran laughed.
His dad’s face remained stoic. He was unamused by his son’s creativity because it didn’t fit the image he wanted to create at the party. It wasn’t like Kieran worked for the company.
I thought his costume was genius. He had small cereal boxes glued to a white shirt, knives stabbing the boxes, and blood dripping down his shirt. Fake blood, of course, but it was perfect in case he got blood on himself later on. And I planned to ditch the alien costume and walk out of here with a wig and attached to Kieran’s arm. We’d take the back way out, and unfortunately for Brad, who had no alibi for tonight, I think the costume would be found in his office. Kieran had everything planned despite having a day’s notice. I trusted him.
Now it was time for the second phase of my plan to begin.
I headed toward the offices, where I knew my target would be, leaving Kieran behind with his dad so he had an alibi. He’d join me soon, but gave me time to confront my father alone. It served the double purpose of giving Kieran an alibi, and giving me a moment alone with the monster who helped create me.
I followed the path Kieran had mapped out for me—into the elevator, down the hall, and straight to the office.Just as he’d promised, the man was there, hunched over his desk, fingers tapping steadily at the keyboard.
“Who are you and why the hell are you dressed like that? Jacob, is that you? This is something you’d do.” The man huffed. He seemed as boring and unamusing as Kieran’s dad, and I wasn’t surprised.
“I’d tell you my real name, but I never knew it. You might’ve heard of me though. You paid millions to kill my mother, after all,” I answered. His eyes snapped to mine, pupils dilating slightly. He looked at me with wide eyes, eyeing me up and down like he couldn’t figure out if I was serious, especially since I was inflatable and green. He pushed his chair from his desk as if he was about to get up.
I reached into the sewn-on pocket I created today to holster my pocket knife, grabbed the small but deadly knife, flicked it open, and walked toward his desk. “Stay there or I’ll kill you before you can move,” I threatened.
“What do you want? Money? I have a lot of it. I was going to leave it all to you, but that woman stole you,” he said, but I knew he was lying. Mother was evil, and that was how she knew evil men. If she believed he was going to kill me, I believed her. A man who raped a woman—then had her killed—wasn’t known for his upstanding morals. Except in the public eye, Kieran’s dad’s business partner, Arthur Kingsley, seemed perfect. He had a wife and four kids. He did philanthropy work and operated a dozen charities of various kinds. I guess the cruelest men knew how to look like saints.
“You hired her to kill my mom, so sorry if I don’t believe you have honest intentions, Arthur. I don’t give a shit about money,” I said, standing behind his chair while he sat facing the door. I placed the knife on his neck but didn’t move. “Why?”
“Your mom was a liability, and so were you. I didn’t want Lucy to know my intention to kill you. I didn’t believe she’d kill a child, so I pretended that I had an interest in raising you, but my wife and kids would’ve never allowed it. You would’ve been just another family member fighting for my money,” he explained. “Please put the knife down. I’ll welcome you into the family. I’ll tell you about your mother. I loved her; I really did. Things would’ve been easier for us if she had gone ahead and got the abortion like I demanded.” He wasn’t the best at pleading for his life, since he made a dig at me. An abortion would’ve meant I wouldn’t have existed.
I heard the door open, and Kieran filled the doorway. Arthur sighed a breath of relief, and I chuckled. He thought he’d be saved, but he had no idea that Kieran wouldn’t help him. Kieran had practically signed his death certificate when he delivered him to me.
“Fuck, baby. Seeing you hold a knife to my dad’s business partner is so fucking hot. Uncle Arthur has been like family to me my whole life; that’s how you know I’m dedicated and loyal to you.”
“Kieran, son, please don’t do this. I love your family like my own,” Arthur pleaded.
I gripped the knife tighter, ready to make my move, but I wanted to make sure Kieran had no regrets first. I was done talking to Arthur. He had nothing to offer me.Not even a billion dollars could save his life. If I wanted money, I had Kieran.
“And I’ve loved you like family. But you hurt the woman I love. You hurt the people she loved,” Kieran explained, the anger radiating off him. “Your actions caused her to be abused and neglected by a hateful woman, though that bitch is the reason Olivia turned into the badass woman I admire. Because of you, you’re going to be murdered at the hand of the only daughter you ever had.”
Before he could open his mouth and argue more, I slit his throat quickly. I loved the gurgling sound it made when blood poured from his neck. He frantically covered his neck with his hand, but the wound was too deep, and he was already well on his way to bleeding out.
Stepping in front of his desk, I stripped out of the alien costume. I wore a black wig, red lipstick, and a short black dress with a thigh slit. I wouldn’t look like myself when I threw on my sunglasses and walked out of the building with Kieran. The costume was so big, I had a backpack on under it that held everything I needed for the night. I set it down in front of the desk, knowing I’d need to reach for it soon.
I sat on Arthur’s desk, crooking my finger and motioning for Kieran to join me. It was risky to fuck him in this office, and I hadn’t planned on it initially, but it was something I felt compelled to do. My birth father would be dead before anything happened.
Kieran took a step forward, and I tsked at him, shaking my head. “Get on your knees and crawl to me,” I demanded.
Kieran had no idea what was in store for him, but he had a clue lodged inside him.
Tilting his head, he slowly fell to his knees, inching closer to me and wincing as he did. I wanted him to prove he’d do anything for me, like he said. This was another way for me to test his loyalty to me, and the sight turned me on. I loved bringing men to their knees, though it didn’t often involve crawling.
“Come on, baby,” I encouraged, spreading my legs in invitation.
His eyes widened almost comically, as if they might pop at any moment. He picked up his pace, crawling to me with dedicated speed, and sitting on his heels in between my legs. He looked at my bare pussy—because I hadn’t worn underwear—with lust-filled eyes, licking his lips. He moved to dive in, but I placed my hand on the top of his head, stopping him. He whimpered.
I hopped down from the desk. “Remember what I had you wear to the party today?” I questioned, an evil grin taking over my face.
Kieran nodded his head, his lips tightening. “How could I forget? I can still feel it.” I adored how he eagerly let me put in the small butt plug this morning, no questions asked. He wasn’t one to feel emasculated by such a thing. He gave in to my kink freely and eagerly. It was something I had never trusted a man to ask of him before, but he didn’t know how far it’d go. He thought it’d end at torturing him by making him wear a plug to his father’s party.
“Bend over the desk,” I commanded. His brow furrowed. I crossed my arms, tapped my feet, and watched him until he obeyed. He leaned forward on the desk, his arms lying across the wooden material, his fingers interlaced.
“What are you going to do?” he asked, looking back at me with a weary expression. I grinned, patting his ass.
