Page 67 of The Sweetest Note

But… if they find out I’m in bed with Grant Williams and running a sex den out of a hospital before I can show them what I’ve achieved… I’ll be on the run. Fuck.

Fisting my hand and hitting the desk, I open the camera feeds on my computer to see what’s happening in my hospital. I rule these halls, even if my employees are depraved. The patients in the legitimate side of the hospital shuffle along in their lives. Marian, Grant’s wife looks beautiful with her long chestnut hair, but she’s also very medicated today. She became a bit agitated last night, and Grant is coming for a visit soon with his son.

I can’t afford any fuck ups. She needs to keep her mouth shut about Lennon O’Reilly’s imprisonment here and not tell her son. Miss Lennon ate with the general population after her first week with us, and they recognized each other. I should have thought about that when the staff told me Nurse Imelda swept in after Lennon’s shower to make sure she ate.

Goddamn do-gooder. She doesn’t understand everything that happens at Hidden Hills, which is for the best. She dispenses medication as we command and typically keeps her head down. Grant hired her because Imelda is beautiful and has a history of working with difficult patients. I can’t deny she has a soothing and calm presence, which is the reason I haven’t killed her and used her remains as fertilizer for the grounds.

Everything appears to be normal, including Nurse Elaine watching porn on her work computer while Colly fucks her from behind. I swear I only deal with their unprofessional behavior because they follow my instructions and are extremely excited for the gains in my research with Lennon.

Eric hasn’t returned to work, and while my employees typically call in if they’re going to miss work, Colly reminded me Eric had a poker tournament planned. Asshole probably is knee deep in his hand and forgot to call out.

You just can’t find good help these days.

Checking the few that are in solitary confinement, I find Lennon is staring off into space, her lips moving. Turning on the sound in her cell, I realize she’s singing to herself. I gave her a light anti-depressant because I’m aware that while she came in with decent mental health, my job is to royally destroy it.

How I choose to rebuild her, if at all, is a task I plan to enjoy.

My phone rings and I sigh. The only people who call me here are Grant or the buyers I have set up for different sex toys. I can’t think of them as people after I’ve broken them or my trainers have broken them. If only people knew how deeply my organization runs, they’d be appalled or impressed depending on the person.

“Hello,” I gruffly answer, not bothering to identify myself. Whoever is using this unlisted number has been given it for the specific purpose to speak to me.

“Hello, Mr. Xav. I am about to transfer the money to your account, but wanted to confirm if the blonde with the gorgeous tits and tight ass will be available for our use next week?”my buyer asks.

There are many names I’ve gone by over the years, but Mr. Xav is my favorite. My real name is very pretentious. If you don’t like something, change it.

“Yes, Sir. Miss L is ready for you. She’s an absolutely beautiful specimen,” I gush. These people don’t want names, they want holes to fuck.

“I’d like a photo before I transfer our money, if you don’t mind,”the man insists. “I need to know her holes are tight, her skin unblemished, and that she's ready for my friends and I to visit her. Is this possible?”

Biting my lip, I rack my memory for where her bruises are. Fuck, have I hit her in the face recently? The knife nicks all over her body are already healing, and I’m making Elaine use arnica on her bruises.

“Yes, I’ve had to break her a bit so she’s ready for you,” I begin. Hearing the man growl in impatience, I rush on. “Not break her sexually, she hasn’t been penetrated in any way since she’s been taken.” This is a small lie, but I doubt he cares about fingers. I once also forced a dildo in her ass just to show her I could. I crave control over all things, and Miss Lennon refuses to give it to me unless I threaten her.

I can’t wait to show her she doesn’t have a crumb of control. I’ll have it all very soon.

“She has a few bruises and knife marks she’s currently healing from. Miss L will be absolutely perfect by next week, though,” I promise.

Scoffing comes over the line and I pale.Damn, I hope he’s not canceling on me. I need that money.

“I don’t care about bruises or marks, though I wish to mark her and create my own canvas of welts all over her body,”he claims.

Swallowing, I relax. I don’t feel bad for the hell that will be reigning down on Miss Lennon. Her mother asked me to break her, I’m just using her in a way that benefits me. Carrie O’Reilly should never have had children, she’s too jealous to have carbon copies of herself on this Earth.

“I’ll grab a staff member or two and my camera. You’ll have your photos soon,” I promise, standing up.

If Elaine has porn up, her company messenger will also be open. Typing a quick message to her asking for her and Collymore’s presence to assist me, I click to the camera in her office.

Colly is blowing his load inside of her as she also finishes. I know her facial expressions intimately now from how much I tend to watch them. Elaine glances down at her computer and sees the message. Instead of typing, she waves at the camera to tell me she’ll be there.

Nodding even though she can’t see, I focus back on the call. “They’re on the way to meet me now. Can I help with anything else?”

“No. You’ve been very helpful already. I’ll send the money once I receive the photos and we are satisfied,”he responds, hanging up.

Following suit, I grab my good camera, ready to make Miss Lennon’s relatively peaceful day less so.

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DEREK

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