Devious
FOUR DAYS GO BY, I change into my all black suit and boots. I stride to my secret weapon room, which is hidden behind my library, grab two handguns and a knife, and place them in my holster.
I have been planning to attack Cashel for the longest time. My IT guy was able to hack into Leon’s phone and get the location of Cashel. I’m going to make this bastard beg for his life. When I’m in the car, I call up Damien, tell him to gather up a few soldiers in case a big showdown goes down.
I can’t get Shelby’s dead face out of my mind. My mouth goes dry and sweat blankets my forehead. I can’t get the way she was riding his dick as her tits bounced up and down nor the way he kissed her neck makes my eyes burn with tears. I bang my fist on the side of the door then King glances at me through the rearview mirror.
“Is everything all right, sir?”
“Yeah.”
He nods and his eyes veer to the road.
I’m sorry, Devious. But I don’t love you anymore.
Her words ring in my ear. She told me a month before our wedding.
I stood on my knees like a dummy begging her to be with me. I was to blinded by love to see she didn’t want me. To see I was suffocating her, squeezing the life out of her. I’m not raging a war on the Irish because Cashel had an affair with Shelby, it was the icing on the cake, he stole a few businesses from right under my nose.
King parks the car across the street from Cashel’s house. The SUV pulls up next to me and Max and a few other soldiers get out of the vehicle, I follow suit as I take out my gun and place a silencer on the tip.
“Stand in front of me.” Slowly, we walk up the run-down porch, with cracks in the center. The oak wood house is wilting, and the bottom of the house appears to be eaten by termites.
“I need everyone to be alert and when I say attack, you attack. Leave no one alive unless it’s a child,” I order.
Damien walks in front of me, and two other soldiers stand behind me. Once we make it to the front door, Damien kicks the door in, Liam, Cashel’s younger brother aims his gun at us along with his soldiers. Disappointment yields in my chest. Gunshots fire and Liam jumps out the way, hiding behind a bedroom door. His soldiers’ bodies hit the floor one by one. The place is painted in blood like a scene straight out of a horror film.
“Come out with your hands up, Liam. Your soldiers are dead,” I demand, aiming a gun at his head.
He tosses his gun to the carpet, making a thud noise, then he places his hand on the back of his head, falling to his knees.
“Where is Cashel?” I scowl.
“How the fuck should I know? He made me a soldier.” His tone is deep. He’s the spitting image of Cashel. Same green eyes. Same pointy nose. Same pale skin.
I cock the gun, nudging the barrel at the back of his head. He flinches, biting his bottom lip.
“Look, man. He ordered me to live here.”
He knew I was coming so he used his brother as a sacrifice. Cashel doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.
“You remember when I used to try to tag along, I don’t want to be caught up between you guys bullshit. I ju—”
I pull the trigger. Blood sprays on my suit and his limp body falls to the white carpet.
“Watch the front door, kill anyone who walks in the house,” I tell Damien and he does what I say. I need to search the property for any paperwork with Cashel’s location. I should have known he wouldn’t be here.
I peer in every room making sure there isn’t anyone in sight. I check the computer room and wiggle the mouse and the screen comes to life. There is a password and I tell one of my soldiers to put the computer into the car so I can have my IT guy to hack it. I empty out the drawers, but the only thing I can find is old receipts from stores. Closing the drawer, I hear sounds coming from the bathroom. As I take out my gun from the holster, I turn the knob on the metal door, and I feel a sharp knife jab in my side as a naked woman screams at the top of her lungs. She tries to run past me, but I grab her by the neck, aiming my gun at her mouth, pulling the trigger leaving a gigantic hole, exposing her damaged tongue. Blood colors the shower curtain and tiles. I toss her limp body into the tub.
As I pull the knife from my side, I rush to the front entrance of the house. Damien sees me, rushes towards me, wrapping my arm around his neck.
“Help me carry Devious.” He yells at the other soldiers. Another soldier stands on the other side of me and I hold onto his shoulder.
“Take me home. Call the doctor once we’re in the car.”
The soldiers pile into the car and we head home. Once I’m there, Damien helps me up to the master bedroom and I stretch out on the bed. Blood drenches my black shirt and pants. Doctor Taylor hurries into the room with her stethoscope around her neck and a black bag in her hand. She’s been our famiglia doctor for years now. Her black corkscrew hair is in a high ponytail and yoga pants hugs her thin thighs and legs.
“I came as fast as I could,” she says, getting out a pair of scissors, cutting up my shirt, and examining the wound. “The cut is not deep enough to pierce an organ, but you will need stitches,” she says, rummaging through her bag, then taking out a cream, rubbing it on the wound. The pain stops after a few minutes then it numbs. She takes out a thread and needle, sewing my skin together, then she sprays alcohol onto the wound, placing a gauze and tape on it.
“I’ll be back in a few weeks to check on your wound.”
The minute she’s out of ear shot, Damien asks, “What the hell happened?” He thrust his thick fingers through his chestnut hair. “A woman stabbed me,” I tell him. “Go get Roselyn.”
Ten minutes later, Roselyn shows up to my side and she crunches up her button nose, eyeing my wound.
Rolling her eyes, she turns up her nose. “Why am I here?”
Her white shirt is covered in pink paint and her hair is into a messy bun. I told Marla to buy Roselyn art stuff so she wouldn’t be bored.
“You’re going to serve me, pet.”
She scoffs, rolling her eyes. This is me testing her again to see if she’s going to betray me or be an obedient wife.
“Does it mean I’ll be out the god awful cell?”
I nod. “I need help dressing.”
“Fine,” she bites out.
“Help me out of my pants, nurse Roselyn.”
I stand up from the bed. Smirking, I watch her as she unbuttons my pants, yanking it down to my ankles.
“Grab my pajama pants out the drawer.”
Slowly, she walks towards the drawer, pulling out my plaid pajamas, tossing it at my chest. She watches me as I slide my pants over my hips. When we both climb into bed, she bites her lips, fighting a moan. She hugs the pillow so hard as if she might burst into tears. It has been awhile since she slept in a real bed. Damn, I want to fuck her again, but I’m too tired. This day has been long. She glares as if I’m about to attack her. I yank her close to my chest. Her tiny body grows stiff as a board.
“Relax, Roselyn. I’m not going to hurt you.”
“You can’t abuse me any more than you already have,” she snaps, yawning. I don’t know why I decided to cuddle with her. Maybe I miss having a warm body to lay next to every night. Either way, it feels good to have her lying next to me. I need to put my guard up and watch myself around her.
Roselyn
I STIR FROM MY SLEEP and blink back at the brightness from the sun, peaking from the navy curtains. I glance around the room and Devious is not lying next to me. Bringing my knees to my chest, I think about last night. The way Devious holds me, makes me think it’s possible for us to have a future together. I never had a man to hold me and the thought of him showing me affection scares me because I know I can be swayed to back out of my plan. This is the perfect opportunity to get inside of his head to earn his trust. I glance at the piece of paper on the nightstand, so I grab it then I read it.
Wear the clothes I picked out, eat breakfast, explore the manor, do not go into my study. I’ll be
home before dinner.
D
Shaking my head, I toss the blanket off myself and eye the clothing lying across the black lounge chair. I put on the brown blouse and white leggings, then I head downstairs. I sit at the breakfast nook as my plate of food is delivered to me and I eat in silence, watching the trees in the backyard sway, thinking about how I’m going to get on Devious’s good side. Mulling over how I’m going to earn his trust. After I finish eating, the same maid who brought me my meals when I was in the cell, gathers my dirty dish and sticks it in the dish washer. I hop off the stool without acknowledging her and I walk up to the first level of the manor. The manor is huge. There are three large living rooms, another room filled with statues, two libraries, then in the west wing there is several rooms. I’m assuming some of them belonged to the staff. I move to another room which appears to be a storage room and I hit the light switch. A light coat of dust is on chairs and boxes. I open a worn box and pick up a picture of Devious and Villainous and their parents. Their mother had blonde hair and green eyes and their father was hot, like really hot. His hair was dark and his skin tone olive. Devious is a spitting image of Draco. Then I pick up another picture of Devious and a woman. He’s kissing her on the forehead and his eyes are filled with love. Shelby was beautiful. Then I grab a folded, wrinkled paper and I read it. It’s a love letter from Devious to Shelby. Instantly, I get jealous. I don’t know why, but I do. He tells her how he could be a better man for her and he feels like she’s being distant. I hurriedly place the note down, feeling embarrassed as if I’m invading his privacy. But curiosity is killing me like crazy, so I pick up another letter and open it, it’s a letter from Shelby, telling him. they are growing apart and she’s not happy.
“You need to leave.”
I turn around and see the maid staring at me. My cheeks flame and I hurry up and close the box.
“Mr. Cayden would be pissed if he found out you’re snooping in his stuff.”
I dust off my clothes and stand up. “Please, don’t tell him.”
She nods. “If you do it again, then I must report to him.”
“It won’t happen again.”
I hurry out the room and rush to the bedroom and turn on the TV, and I fall asleep. I wake up to Devious tapping me on the shoulder. He has blood on his black shirt.
“What happened?” I ask, pointing to the blood.
“Run my bath water,” he orders, frowning. I don’t want to fight with him so I get out of the bed and rush to the bathroom, turning the silver knob and filling the tub. He strides into the bathroom, fully naked and he sits into the steamy water.
My eyes examined every inch of his body, including his semi-hard dick.
“Get naked and join me.”
I want to tell him no, but the way he’s looking at me, he doesn’t seem like he’s in the mood for my mouth. So, I strip off my clothes and I sit on the opposite side of him as he stares at my breasts.
I take the bottle of soap and he snatches it from my hand, squirting it on his palms.
“Come here,” he commands.
I squeeze myself between his legs and his erection grows harder against my ass. He washes my back, my arms, my legs, and feet. Then he shoves his fingers in my core and I let out of whimper.
He places his finger on my clit and I make soft moans until I cum. “Now you wash me.”
I do what he says, then we get out of the tub. Devious wraps a thick cotton robe around my body and we stroll to the bedroom.
He goes into the walk-in closet, grab a belt and my heart beats into a million pieces.
“D-did I do something?”
He shakes his head. “Fight me.”
“Why?”
“I said fight me.”
“B-but why? I do everything you want.”
“I need to hurt you.”
My heart flip flops in my chest and adrenaline buzzes into my blood stream. “B-but I don’t want you to hurt me.”
“You will be rewarded, I promise you, you will be. But, I need this. I need you to fight me.”
I continue to stare at him, and he frowns.
“My patience is running thin.”
“Please. Devious.”
He waltzes up to me, cupping my cheeks, then he kisses me long and soft. “Now, run,” he whispers in my ear. I search his eyes for an answer, then my mind goes back to what he said to me when I first met him. He likes that I fight him. He wants to hurt me, and he feeds off my fears. I nod, understanding what he wants. I push him, then I slap him across the face. He smiles. His fucking smile is vile, and it turns me on. I’m sick as him for enjoying this little game.
“You’re going to pay for what you did, my little Nymph.”
I take off running towards the door and he grabs me by the neck, bringing me into a kiss, then he pushes me on the bed, and he smacks my ass hard. I wail out in tears and he smacks my flesh again and again and again. Then he tosses the belt onto the floor, climbs on top of me, pinning my hands above my head. I’m oddly turned on how he’s forcing himself on me. He kisses every drop of my tears as I feel his hard erection on my thigh. Then he kisses me rough as he shoves his finger inside of me.
“You’re so pretty when you cry,” he tells me as he places his fingers on my clit working it in circle and I moan his name over and over again, until I cum on his finger. He slides his fingers out of me, and moments later, he’s pinching my nipples. It hurts and feels good at the same time. He flips me over. He kisses me down my stomach and makes his way to clit again, his wet tongue circles lightly and I moan, begging for more. My tears around my eyes begins to dry and I’m ready for him to fuck me. I cum again on his tongue and before I know it his dick is inside of my core, stretching me. He thrusts into me hard. He grips my hips and fucks me harder than he has before. His nails dig into my flesh as he stares into my eyes. He puts his hand around my throat, choking me, but not enough where I can’t breathe. He pulls out, shooting his cum all over my clit.
“I’ll be back,” he says. He disappears into the bathroom and comes back with a cream. He sits on the bed, next to me. “Lie on my lap.”
I do what he says. Tears well in my eyes as he smooths the cream on my flesh.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I lost control and I was a lot rough tha—”
“I enjoyed it,” I blurt out. He stares into my eyes, so I continue. “I’m crying because I feel awful for wanting you to hurt me. I feel like a freak,” I finally admit. “This isn’t the first time I enjoyed it, I enjoyed it when we were at Risqué.”
His eyes light up. Maybe I am screwed up in the head. He continues to rub the cream on my raw ass. “I had a bad day today. I lost six captains. I needed an outlet. This is my outlet, Roselyn.”
“I’m sorry you had a crappy day. It’s fine. We’ll work through it.”
He nods. The air between us is different. Then he sits me on his lap, grabs my neck and kisses me, softly and gently.
“You want to watch The Haunting of Bly Manor?” I ask him. I don’t want to talk anymore about what happened. He’s toxic and so am I.
“Yeah.” He pats between his legs. I crawl to him, sliding between his legs. He kisses my forehead and I melt like butter.
“For your reward, I’ll take you to the movies.”
Roselyn
I NEED A BOTTLE OF whiskey and a lot of patience to deal with Devious. The last two weeks he’s been getting on my last nerve, making me wait on him hand and foot.
We didn’t speak about what happened between us the night he spanked me, instead we move through the days as if nothing happened. Some nights, he’ll wake up screaming at the top of his lungs and it shakes me to the core. I’ll ask him what he is dreaming about and he’ll tell me to stay out of his business. So, I leave him alone for now, because it can be my way to manipulate him. Maybe I’m way over my head if I think I can manipulate Devious. He’s smart.
A few of his underbosses walk into the manor at odd hours of the night. I’ve seen Papa her
e a few times and he doesn’t bother saying anything to me and I don’t either. As far as I’m concerned, he’s dead to me. I wait by Devious’s study, sitting on the floor, waiting for him to finish with his meeting. I want to go outside and breathe fresh air. When the doorknob turns, I jump up, dusting off my dark jeans. Two soldiers walk out, and I hurry into the office, Devious rests his arms on the edge of the desk.
His dress shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. My eyes trail to his veins in his arms and my mouth waters.
“Can I stand in the backyard?”
“I’m coming with you.” He stands up and we head outside. Once we’re outside, I inhale the crisp air as I close my eyes, then I open them, glancing at Devious. He’s props in the metal chair, watching me.
“I’m bored out of my mind. Can I have a laptop?” I ask, my tone is uneven.
“No.”
“What do you expect me to do all day?” I fold my arm across my chest, wrinkling up my white shirt.
“Watch television or read a book,” he responds.
“I don’t want to.”
“Then you’re SOL.”
“What’s SOL?” I cock my eyebrow.
“Shit out of luck,” he says, shrugging.
“Did you grow up here in the states or Italy?”
He gives me a once overlook then his eyes linger on my breast. “My great-grandfather was the first one to arrive here in America and started the Italian mafia.”
I don’t have a response, so I pick at the dead skin around my finger. “You never ask me anything about me? Don’t you want to get to know me?”
“I already know everything I need to know about you,” he says.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“You’re sneaky, reckless, underhanded, spoiled entitled brat, but your heart is the size of the ocean and you are nurturing. When I fuck you, you let go and become your real self. Not, this nice girl who’s ready to betray every chance she gets. You’re a pain in my ass and sometimes I wish I had snapped your neck.”
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