Page 18 of Rebellion of a Kingdom

“Okay,” I start. “We leave in one hour.” I tell them.

Max and his team filter out at my orders with a few grunts, I wait for them to disappear before I address my guys. “Elle thinks she has to do this alone, that she is protecting us, but she isn’t running from me, from us, ever again. Let’s go get justice and go get our girl.

She thinks she can keep us out of it, keep us safe. She forgets we have been in this since the beginning. Since they put hands on our girl and my dad. I told her we were inevitable but it looks like I have to remind her

It’s time to show her exactly how I became king of the South Side. I’m coming for you baby and I’ve got a whole team of Rebels by my side.

Chapter 10

ELLE

Iused to be afraid of the dark. Now I hunt in it. I was an innocent little girl dragged into the depths of an eclipse and expected to obey. My demise... warranted. My death… imminent. What they didn’t expect is that I would escape the darkness and bathe in the pain until it coated my body like armor. I took the hurt and turned it into my catalyst to fight, and now it’s time for my second act.

As soon as I left the hospital, I started making my plan. I can’t go after my girl when so many of the people who help the Donovan’s are still alive. They need to be wiped off the board first.

I am sitting in the office of Joseph Kavanagh, clouded by the shadows of the late evening. I knew he would be the first target from my list. He took his law education and has been using it to protect criminals instead of the victims. That stops now. The last thing I need is Elliot Donovan calling in his best attorney to save the day. I won’t give him the chance to have any legal ties to my daughter.

It took me most of the day to put my plan into action, even though it’s relatively simple. He is going to die. Slow, bloody, and fucking beautiful.

At lunchtime, I donned a brunette wig and some office attire to snatch a key card as I flirted with some unassuming intern. Then I spent my afternoon downloading every piece of evidence that Kavanagh has buried for his clients over the years. Every cop he paid off, every witness he discredited and every payment he took from the monsters who controlled him. All of it there in black and white. I also found a sick sense of glee as I used his own office printer to print them all off.

They now sit on his desk in a neat little pile while we wait for him to arrive. See, Joseph Kavanagh knows all about me, knows who I am and what happened to me. He will also know what I have been doing since I came home. But what he doesn’t know, is that I know all about him too.

I know he has three ex-wives who all left him. A variety of reasons were cited in the divorce papers, but after some digging, I found multiple hospital reports from them and even a couple of police reports that had all been squashed. It seems our man of the law has a taste for rough fucking. Whipping, choking, fisting. You name it and he’s into it. No wonder Elliot found himself right at home when he moved to town.

I also know that every Sunday he uses his office for some extracurricular activities. It wasn’t exactly hard to hack into his phone and see the countless hookers he has booked every week, for the last two years. All of them with extremely specific instructions on what he likes, one of them being leather.

How convenient, Mr. Kavanagh. I like leather too.

I’m wearing fitted black leather pants with a matching leather corset. They look perfect with my knee-high leather heeled boots and leather gloves. The perfect murder outfit, if you ask me. Have you ever tried to get blood out of clothes? It’s not easy. Lucky for me, leather makes cleaning up much easier.

Next to the pile of evidence against him on his desk, I have some cable ties, rope, tape and a small bag of tools. Some for him and some for my plan. I have already taken care of all the cameras inside the building, on the street and in the surrounding areas. We are going to be spending some time completely alone and uninterrupted.

I hear the elevator ding and I smile. Showtime.

Joseph Kavanagh stalks into the office how I’m sure he stalks into the courtroom, like a hunter ready to rip his prey apart. Little does he know, he’s the prey tonight. His smile is predatory when he takes in my leather clad form. I am standing in front of the window with only the outside light silhouetting my frame. The perfect backdrop to show off my body, but not my face. Not that he would recognize me. I traded my fake brunette locks for a bright red wig. This piece of shit is getting sliced up by the fucking little mermaid tonight.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” he grunts, “am I paying extra for such beauty?”

I smirk even bigger as I purr back, “Oh trust me, Mr. Kavanagh. My price is very high, only few are afforded it.”

“And worth every penny I bet.” His sexual tone makes me grind my teeth. I should just shoot him right now in the fucking head, but I have plans first. I want him to know how fucked he is before he dies, and not in the way he enjoys.

He moves to walk towards me, but I halt him with a hand in the air, “Clothes off.”

“Thought I was in charge here,” he teases me, and I roll my eyes in the dark. Fucking slimy prick.

I put on my best flirting porn voice as I beg him, “Please sir, I wanna play a game first.” I see him turn giddy when I say that, and I want to gag.

He unbuttons his suit jacket, taking it off and folding it over the arm of the sofa in a way only someone who grew up rich would. He reaches for his tie to loosen it, “Okay I’ll bite,” he says with a sick smile and wink. “You can have a little fun, but then I’ll have mine.”

I feel the bloodthirst burning through my veins as I reach for a leather riding crop from his desk and his smile turns sadistic. “Pants off, Mr. Kavanagh. Show me what I get to play with tonight.” I don’t even have to fake the excitement in my tone as I think about all the ways I am going to make him bleed.

He wastes no time stripping the rest of his clothes until he is standing in nothing but a fitted white wife beater and grey boxer shorts. His body is toned and muscular and I can see how he fools so many girls into thinking his fake charm is real. He is attractive for an older man, it’s how he landed himself three wives, I’m sure. They didn’t see the devil lurking within, they were too bewitched by his smiling face. But his eyes, that's where the soul lies, and his truth appears. He’s just another sick fuck with too much money and too much power. I am going to relish in making him atone for his sins.

He moves towards me, still trying to remain in control, just how he likes it, well not tonight Satan. As he nears me, I push back against him, leading him backwards until he falls into a chair behind his desk. I turn him so it faces back towards his desk and then slide myself on top of it in front of him. I can already see him hardening beneath his boxers. God. Men really do let their cocks rule them. If he just looked past me, he would notice the flat lay of weapons waiting for him. I part my legs so I can pull him towards me, and he licks his lips as they land on either side of where he's sitting.

Once there, I tease him, dragging my hands across his chest before reaching down to one of his arms and then cable tying one of his wrists before he can even register. He tries to protest, so I reach down and palm his cock until he hisses in pleasure.

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