Page 27 of Mistress Mayhem

I just hum, pretending like his words don’t bother me as I lead him down the hallway. Since Austin destroyed the library, I’m going to have to hit him with a syringe the moment the door opens so he doesn’t have a chance to put up too much of a fight.

Besides the library, there’s only one other entrance to the basement, and it’s nowhere near the ballroom. Hence why I’m leading him toward the destroyed library. It’s honestly for the best as I don’t want his slimy lips or grubby hands anywhere on my person.

Even better for me is that I don’t have to do this alone. Assuming that the others follow the plan we set forth, Cooper should be inside the library, waiting to grab Lawrence.

Can I tell you how much of a relief it is that I don’t have to worry about moving any of these men down the stairs? Not that I would’ve done more than roll them down, but then I would’ve had to drag them to a room. Honestly, it’s a lot more work that I want to do. For this reason alone, I’m glad that the three of them popped up tonight.

As we stop outside the library, Lawrence spins me around and pins me against the door. He squeezes my boobs in those sweaty, meaty hands of his, and this time I don’t bother biting back my disgust.

“And this is the exact reason you deserve everything you have coming to you,” I tell him, disgust clear in my voice.

His head snaps up. “What the fuck are you talking about, bitch?”

Sliding the syringe from my thigh holster, I duck under his arm, laughing all the while. He spins around, face turning red as he glares down at me.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are—“

“You don’t recognize me, Lawrence? I’m a little hurt.” I shake my head, plunging the syringe into his arm with a deranged laugh. “The name I was born with was Avery Wellington, but the most important name you should know me as is Mistress Mayhem.”

His eyes go wide moments before the drugs start to kick in. I’m not sure which of the two names caused that reaction, and I don’t really care. Reaching behind him, I turn the doorknob and push against him so he tumbles back into the now empty doorway. He grunts when he hits the ground, but I know he won’t be putting up much of a fight at this point. The drugs are already hitting him.

“Took you long enough,” Cooper huffs, and I just roll my eyes.

“Will you just get him out of the doorway before someone notices his legs?”

Cooper looks like he wants to argue, but he grabs Lawrence under his arms and drags him inside. I slam the door shut behind me, wincing at the sound. Probably should have closed that a little quieter. Cooper rolls his eyes before continuing to drag the unconscious piece of trash toward the secret door.

Hurrying over to the bookcase, I press the button and slide it out of the way. By the time Cooper makes it over, I already have the door standing open for him.

“This is so much better having you here to lug around the bodies,” I tell him with a grin. “I hate having to drag them around.”

Cooper shoots me a glare but doesn’t comment on it as he stands at the top of the stairs. “Do you want him in a particular room?”

“Nope. Just not the same one as William, and make sure you pull the bar over so it’s secure.”

“I’m not an idiot, Sage,” he snarls, and I shrug.

“That fact might be up for debate.”

His lips pull back from his teeth, and I wonder if he’s considering hitting me right now. I can’t even say I’d blame him at this point. Especially not with what comes out of my mouth next.

“Well, chop chop. We have a lot to get done tonight, and we’re on a time limit.”

Cooper drops Lawrence before kicking him down the stairs. My smile grows with each thud of his body hitting another stair. It’s music to my ears.

“I’ll be right back, princess. You better be here when I’m done.”

I bristle as he starts down the stairs. Who does he think he is? He can’t tell me what to do.

He’s lucky I want to make sure there’s no sign of the secret door, or I’d absolutely leave his ass while he’s down there. But I don’t trust him to shut everything properly.

So I wait for him just outside the door, pacing as he takes his sweet ass time.

By the time he makes it back up the stairs, I’m practically seething. I’ve worked myself up into a frenzy, angry with him for thinking he can tell me what to do. As soon as he shuts the hidden door behind him, I stalk over to him.

“Who. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” To emphasize my words, I jab my finger into his chest with each word.

Cooper smirks down at me, seeming to find my anger funny. Which, of course, just pisses me off more. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about, princess.”

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