Shark (Wall Street Beasts 1)

“So you used me like a puppet. You traumatized me. You mind fucked me. You stole my life, twice.” She narrowed her eyes at him. "You shouldn’t worry about Alex. You should worry about me."

BLAM!

For the second time in less than a month, Sophie pulled the trigger. This time, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was punishing the evil bastard who had destroyed her life twice over, and almost killed the man she loved.

The sound was deafening inside the confines of the car, but she didn't care. She would have happily given up being able to hear in order to destroy Indigo forever.

But he wasn’t destroyed.

He grabbed her arm and painfully twisted it, pushing her arm up against the tinted window, squeezing until she dropped the weapon from pain.

“Shouldn’t you be bleeding out?" She squeaked the question.

“Bulletproof vest," Indigo smirked. “You really think I was going to pick you up without protection? You're just the right mix of smart and stupid. Stupid enough to be predictable. Smart enough to be useful. And you know what? Still bait. I hope the answers you got were worth the price you're going to pay.”

Chapter 34

“Sophie is gone."

Alex’s temper flared as he received the bad news over a secure line.

"What do you mean, Sophie is gone, Smithers? She was under guard in a house surrounded by armed men who all had one job — keeping her there. How could she possibly be gone?”

"She may have had help.”

"She may have had help, or everybody involved might be either incompetent, or a traitor," Alex snarled.

“Nobody is betraying you, sir,” Smithers reassured him. "She has a way of making those around her underestimate her.”

“She does,” Alex admitted. "Hold on, Smithers. Someone's here."

The door to his hospital room swung open, and a very unwelcome set of features appeared. Alex disconnected the call with a curse.

“Get the fuck out of here."

“You're in a bad mood. You must be missing your wife,” Indigo drawled with that manic smile which only appeared on his face when he thought he was being especially evilly clever.

“If you've got her, give her back.”

“You want her back? Last I heard, she shot you like a dog in front of half the world’s gossip tabloids. Not really relationship material, I wouldn't think."

“Not your problem.”

“You must really love her very deeply to be prepared to forgive this.”

“I’m not forgiving anything. She wasn't in her right mind. Someone must have gotten to her. Perhaps bribed her. Indigo, we agreed to leave family out of this."

"She wasn't family when I selected her,” Indigo smirked. “She was a fairly average student made special by her lack of familial connection. A scholarship here, a little funding boost there, entry into the best MBA program in the state..."

Alex's eyes narrowed. "You really played the long game, didn’t you.”

"I did," Indigo smiled. "And it was worth every penny too. Shall we check in on the bait?”

He rotated his phone toward Alex, showing a live camera feed of Sophie. She was sitting in a small room, reading a book. She seemed unharmed, but she was obviously captive.

"I'm thinking about letting my men fuck her,” Indigo said casually. “She’s outlived her usefulness otherwise. But you love her, so I think watching her being desecrated would be very painful for you.”

“Our beef is supposed to be between the two of us,” Alex growled. "Let her go. She's been through enough. You’ve turned a sweet girl into a murderous little… wildcard.”

"Yes. I have!” Indigo was very proud. “She transformed so beautifully. She has no compunction about killing. She would have killed Christo if I hadn't stopped her, and she didn't hesitate to put a slug in your guts either. She might make a good little assassin once I've broken her properly, had that tight cunt stretched out by a few of her new colleagues’ cocks…" Indigo glanced at Alex. "They call you the Shark. I think they might call her the Train. Because she’s always being railed."

Alex had never felt such concentrated, supreme loathing in all his life. These were the games twisted billionaires played with one another, more out of boredom than any real motive for profit.

“If you touch her, I swear, you will die slowly and painfully…”

“I don’t need to touch her, as it happens.”

Alex scowled furiously. “Indigo…”

“Aren’t you curious to see how we did it? Don’t you want to know how you almost died on your wedding day?”

Indigo was an evil spirit incarnate in the flesh of a man. It wasn’t enough for him to cause pain, he had to be celebrated for his cleverness as well. All Alex wanted was to save Sophie, but saving her meant understanding what the hell had happened, and if Indigo was going to give away all his secrets like a Bond villain, Alex wasn’t going to stop him.