“Then why didn’t you kill her last night?”
“I liked having her choke on my cock. I decided I’m looking forward to breaking her. She stares at me like she wants to kill me.” He smirked. “It kind of reminds me of high school.”
“And why do you find that so amusing?”
“Because I fell in love with her in high school. I fell in love with that spirit, and it was all a lie. I’m going to break her. When she no longer looks at me with that fire in her eyes, I know I’ll have done what I need.”
“And then what?”
“Then she goes up for auction. She’ll be a prize to any man. A submissive hole for them to use at their will or something to beat and hurt.” Draven smiled.
“When are you going to tell her Buck and Jett are dead?”
“It bothers you, doesn’t it? That she doesn’t know.”
“She’s asked about them.”
“I know she has.”
“Don’t you think it’s fucking time she knows what she did? What she caused?”
Draven watched the young woman he hired to cook and wait for him.
“Laurie,” he said,
He watched her flinch, but he knew she was loyal.
He’d stopped one of his colleagues from raping her, and since then, she’d been a loyal little servant, always willing to do his bidding, even wait on the ungrateful slut upstairs.
“How is my guest?” he asked.
Laurie’s head dropped. “She hasn’t eaten anything, sir.”
“What?”
“Her meals are always left untouched.”
“She goes to the bathroom.”
“Yes, Philip is always there. She, erm, she has new bruises on her face.”
Draven noticed her hands were clasped together, and she was shaking. “Have you seen Philip strike her?”
She looked up at him, and he saw the fear in her eyes.
“I’ll protect you.” He didn’t like that Philip had scared this young girl. She had no family of her own. He knew that because he’d gone looking for them, hoping to return her. She’d been one of the women from Ralph’s last good batch.
He’d gotten the details from her and ran a check. Ralph had killed her entire family. Laurie would have fetched a lot of money, only Ralph had raped her, taking her virginity and in the process, had scarred her. Now, she was used and damaged goods, which was why he allowed her to work for him.
He wasn’t entirely cold.
“He … touches her. He hits her, sir. He knows that you don’t go up there.”
Draven was out of his seat in a second. Laurie jumped away from him.
“Go into the kitchen. Do not come out until I say so.”
“He was heading up to her room, sir.”
Axel was already out of the door.
Philip was … dangerous.
Draven had hired him to keep the girls in line, as he didn’t have a problem with hurting them if they needed to be given a warning.
Everything he once hated, he had become. There was a time, he would beat the women to keep them in line. His father demanded it of him, and each strike had been torture to his very soul. Alan had tried to break him, and failed.
Women, drugs, guns, anything that had a price tag, he sold, apart from children.
He drew the line there.
Yeah, it makes a total difference that you have standards.
He stormed into the bedroom, and just in time as well.
Philip had Harper bound. Her other hand was locked into place, and he had her spread. He saw something inside her ass, and Philip’s pants were down around his ankles. He was about to pull his cock out.
Draven saw red.
He gave Philip one set of instructions: to help Laurie assist Harper. When he was ready to give her to his men to use as he saw fit, he would do it. His instructions, his very fucking law, had been ignored.
Harper’s body was covered in bruises. Some of them, he and Axel had put there.
“I’ve not touched her,” Philip said.
“You were about to.”
“I didn’t touch her though. Come on, Draven, she’s still yours. I was just giving her a taste of what was to come.”
With Jett’s knife in his hand, Draven slid it into Philip’s abdomen. Philip grunted, his grip weak as he tried to stop him.
He liked to keep Jett’s knife sharp so all it took was a flick of the wrist and the person who defied him was dead.
“When I give an instruction, I expect it followed to the very letter. You have failed me, Philip. I don’t like failures, and you know what I do with them?” He pulled the knife out, only to pierce the fucker’s heart. “I dispose of them.”
He pulled the knife out. It was covered in blood.
There were two gaping wounds, the one on Philip’s stomach leaking blood onto the carpet, where it was soaked, and the other out of his chest.
Sobs echoed around the room, and Draven turned to see Harper.