Page 58 of Sacrifice (Corrupt Empire 2)

“We just have to give it a few days.”

I tucked myself back in my boxers and jeans, aware that I was still half hard for her. Would this attraction ever dampen down? The need to fuck my girlfriend until she was a panting mess on the floor.

I watched her prepare dinner in silence as she hummed to herself. She looked cute all wrapped up in her dressing gown and fluffy slippers. I knew underneath there, a curvaceous body I craved with every waking moment was waiting for me.

My control was slipping again. I reminded myself she needed to eat and then I could fuck her. And fuck her I would. I eyed my bag as if I could see what I’d stashed in there before I left my flat sitting in amongst a change of clothes.

What would she think when I showed her? It’s not like she hadn’t seen what was in the box under my bed. She knew my desires. Except we hadn’t exactly used anything from there since she’d come back to me. There was no way she’d be expecting this.

She brought dinner over to the table a few minutes later. Spicy chicken tacos. She’d made these for me before. Avery had a thing about Mexican food.

She told me about her day whilst we ate. I hadn’t had time to watch her with her cousin because I’d been busy with a job for Chuck. It involved chasing up some of his dealers. Always messy work.

“I mentioned to Ed about the charities I want the company to sponsor. He didn’t bat an eyelid when I spoke about women’s refuges,” she said.

“Why would he? He doesn’t think you know about their shit. They all think you’re playing right into their hands.”

“I suppose so. I guess I wanted to get a reaction, to see if he is actually innocent or not.”

“If he is innocent, then what?”

She rubbed her forehead.

“I don’t know, Aiden. I guess I just don’t like the thought of wiping out my entire family if some of them don’t know about the shit the others have gotten up to.”

I was certain some of her cousins had no idea what was going on behind closed doors. I wasn’t after them. The ones on my shit list were Chuck, Troy and Troy’s younger brother, Arthur. And all the other men who paid handsomely for her family’s services, including Frazier fucking Shaw. That sick cunt was fast approaching top of the list after his visit to Avery today.

“I don’t kill innocents. You, of all people, should know that.”

She looked at her plate, her doe eyes flashing with pain. I hated reminding her of the day I’d taken her. It was a fucked up start to our relationship.

“I know you don’t.”

I knew in the eyes of the law, I was a murderer. A cold-hearted killer. The girl in front of me had witnessed that first hand. And she’d fallen in love with me anyway. Avery saw my other sides. She knew the real me behind all the fucked up shit I’d done.

I reached over the table and grasped her hand, stroking my thumb down the back of it.

“Princess, if they don’t know about it, they’re safe, okay? I promise you that much.”

“I know. I just… Ed is so kind. I can’t imagine him being involved in it, but what other conclusion can I draw? Why else would my dad have pushed me towards having him help me with the company?”

Mitchell never did anything by halves. It wouldn’t surprise me if her cousin was groomed for the role.

“We’ll find evidence either way.”

“That’s what I’m worried about.”

I wished I didn’t have to put all this pressure on her. I wished we could be a normal couple who talked about normal things instead of calmly discussing whether or not we’d have to kill her cousin at the dinner table.

“Do you want to back out of this, princess? Is it too much for you?”

She looked up at me, confusion in her eyes.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I have to do this. If Ed is involved, then he has to face the consequences of his actions.”

There was the girl I’d fallen in love with. Strong and resolute. I’d never told her this would be easy. I squeezed her hand before letting go. She gave me a half smile, then she stood up and started gathering up the plates. I helped her stack the dishwasher.

“You still want me naked in the bedroom?” she asked, putting a hand on my arm when I straightened.

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