by Marni Mann
I wouldn’t get that from Tyler until the drugs wore off.
“Who-o…” she slurred.
I released her nose and laughed. I took a seat on the bed, pulling down the blanket so that I could place my hand on her stomach. In the pictures, there had been a small bump. I couldn’t feel it now, even as I rubbed my hand in a circle.
“Jae’s baby is in here.”
“No.” She shook her head hard enough that I knew it would make her dizzy. “It’s gooone.”
This was another thing I fucking hated about the drugs. It sometimes made people act like damn fools.
I squeezed her cheeks between my fingers. “What do you mean, it’s gone?”
She became still. “Just gone. Poof. Bye-bye.”
“You fucking killed it?”
The gasping noise got stuck in her throat, and she slurred, “Nooo.” She lifted her legs in the air and moved them like she was riding a bike. “Lost it.”
She had lost the goddamn baby?
“I don’t fucking believe you,” I told her, not letting her cheeks go. Even though my voice didn’t rise, I spit the words in her face.
Her legs finally stopped moving. “In drawer.” She giggled. “Next to the oven.”
I stood from the bed and went into the kitchen. When I found the drawer, I yanked on the handle, and it came all the way out, straight off the hinges, and slammed onto the ground. Two pieces of paper were on top with a hospital logo printed in the corner. It was a detailed report of the procedure that had been done, lab work, and the results of the final test.
She’d really lost the fucking baby.
The date showed it had happened almost two months ago, which was right after the PI had taken those photos of her.
I walked back into the bedroom and sat in the same spot. I leaned down, so my mouth was inches above hers. “Did you do that on purpose? Stick something up your cunt that would kill that baby?”
“Nooo.” She held on to that word for far too long. “Loved him. Him and baby.”
She was talking about Beard.
But that cunt didn’t love him.
If she had, she wouldn’t have put his life in danger by continuing to date him. If The Achurdy had found out about their relationship, they would have hired me to kill him. Then, things would have gotten real messy between my best friend and one of my biggest clients.
Tyler was a selfish whore.
“It was all I had left.” She turned her head to the side, and a small bit of drool formed on her bottom lip. “Now…nothing.”
She’d lost the only thing she had of Beard’s. I had a feeling she’d want to replace it with something else. Possibly even the real thing.
Fuck that.
Since she’d come into his life, Beard hadn’t been the same person. I needed him to be the hard-ass he had been before. I had no time for the pussy he’d turned into. We had a job to do and our clients needed to stay happy, so they would keep sending us business.
Beard had helped me build this prison.
He wasn’t going to be the one who destroyed it.
Tyler had to fucking go.
But I couldn’t do it in this bed or anywhere in this town. I’d vowed to never kill in the States again after I murdered Beard’s mother. That meant, I had to bring Tyler to the prison, and I’d end her life there.
I pulled out my phone and hit the number for Diego’s cell. “Listen to me,” I said as he answered. “In a few minutes, I’m going to text you an address. I want you to plug that into our system and find the nearest airport where our plane can land. Schedule the flight, and text me the time the plane is due to arrive. I want this trip off the books—make the log and the time flown disappear.”
“No problem,” Diego said. “Is that it?”
Tyler was making bubbles with her spit. If I didn’t move to the other side of the room, those bubbles would soon be dark red. I got up and paced to the window.
“I need you to empty cell twelve and keep it reserved for me. Whoever’s in there, get rid of them. I don’t want the audio or the video to show on our monitor, but I want all of it saved on a separate server. Rig our monitor to make it show a double feed from one of the other cells, so there isn’t a cell missing. Do you understand?”
“Yeah. Do I want to know?”
I glanced in Tyler’s direction. Her position caused the ropes to strain around her wrists. I was sure they were leaving a mark. A mark that was raw. Raw enough to almost cause blood.
Fuck.
“Nah,” I said.
“You need anything else?”
I turned to face the window. “When I’m on the boat, exactly fifteen minutes away from our dock, I’m going to text you. If Beard’s in the prison, you have that much time to get him upstairs. Keep him busy, feed him, do whatever you have to do, but he can’t be down there.”
“He’s in rough shape, man. Toy’s been filling in as guard while you’ve been gone.”
That meant, Beard was drugged the fuck up, just how I needed him to be.
“Diego, he cannot be in the prison when I arrive. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it.”
Diego never asked many questions. He did whatever I told him to do. More people should be like him.
“Wait for my text,” I said and disconnected the call.
I returned to Tyler’s side. Since I’d been gone, a pool of drool had formed on her pillow. It was much smaller than the pools of blood that drained from my inmates, but it was the same shape.
When I killed this cunt, I was going to have so much fucking fun.
“Take me to Beard.”
I sighed. “Is that what you want?”
“Mmhmm.”
I loved it when I was right.
This bitch definitely had to die.
Diego’s text came in and said he wasn’t able to get the pilots here until the following evening, so I continued to pump her with sedatives all through the night and the next day. When it was time, I brought her to the airport and injected her with a different cocktail that would make her sleep through the flight. Once we arrived in Venezuela, I carried her off the plane and into our boat where Toy was waiting. When we were fifteen minutes away from the prison, I texted Diego a reminder that he needed to keep Beard out of the basement. He replied immediately and told me things were all set.
At the dock, Toy tied up the boat, and I slung your mother over my shoulder and brought her to cell twelve. I tossed her in the corner, and she came to when she hit the ground. I hadn’t been gentle. There was no reason to. Death came whether there were bruises on your ass or not.
I could tell she was still groggy from her last injection, and I watched her slowly crawl over to the toilet and cling to it with both hands.
“Where am I?”
I backed out of the room and stood at the entrance. “I’ve taken you to my playground.”
She looked around the cell. “Your what?” She released the toilet to rub her eye. “This looks more like a prison.”
“It is. I just like to call it my playground.” I grabbed one of the bars and slid my hand up and down the metal. “Here, we don’t have general population. We only have death row. There is no parole. No release dates. When you’re sent to this prison, you die here.”
“No. No. Nooo.”
Fuck, I loved the sound of her cries.
She leaned her face over the toilet bowl and dry-heaved. She had nothing in her body to puke up. Not even spit came out of her lips. It didn’t stop her from trying, her face turning red, lips spread as wide as she could make them.
When she finally looked back at me, she was resting her face on the side of the bowl. “You said you weren’t part of The Achurdy, so why am I here? Who else would do this to me?”
“Me.”
She shook her head, like she was seeing me for the first time. “Who are you?”
“I’m the person who’s going to kill you.”
I walked halfway
inside the cell and knelt, so she could see directly into my eyes. Hers were full of panic and anxiety, and I fucking loved it.
“When I leave, I want you to be quiet. If you make a sound, your death will be the most painful, excruciating torture I’ve ever committed. I won’t bother sticking a knife through your skin. That’s too easy, and it wouldn’t hurt you enough. I’ll kill you from the inside out. And do you know how I’ll get inside you? I’ll go in through your cunt. Do you understand me?”
She nodded, and tears started dripping down her eyes so fucking fast.
But I’d had enough of those and of her drool.
I was ready to see her goddamn blood.
I locked the cell behind me and went into The Eyes—the room where all the guards hung out when we were on duty, where the monitors showed the activity in each cell and the three operating rooms. Diego was sitting at the desk, and I walked over to him to see the screens he was looking at. You had to stare at it closely, but the feed from cell twelve had been replaced with cell three. Beard would never catch on.
Diego had done everything I’d asked.
I dropped my hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Good man.”
When I glanced down, I saw Demon sitting on Diego’s lap. I scooped up the little fucker and placed him just to the side of my neck. I’d missed him while I was gone.
“How’s Beard?” I asked.
Diego turned toward me. “He wandered down here for a little bit, and I took him back upstairs. His speech was all slurred, eyelids barely open. He’s fucking gone, man.”
“He won’t be for too much longer.”
“You got a way to help him?”
I ran my hand across Demon and down his long tail. “Not yet.” I needed to find a way to replace Tyler and to give Beard what he was missing, so we could have him back. “But I will,” I told him.
My pen hit the bottom of the page, and when I went to reach for a blank one, I realized I was all out of paper. There was still so much story to tell, but it would take me at least a week to get more sheets. I’d have to bribe one of the guards with a blow job for him to let me into the cell that was four doors down. Then, the inmate who lived there would want my ass in exchange for supplies. He wouldn’t just fuck me once. He’d want my hole again and again over a period of several days.
Ah, fuck it.
I stuck what I had written into an envelope, sealed it, and wrote the kid’s address on the front.
He’d just have to wait a little longer to hear the rest.
Twenty-Two
Huck
Arin needed me.
It showed all over her goddamn face.
Now, my lips were pressed against hers, and they were sucking all the air out of me. I couldn’t get enough of her. So, I wrapped her legs around my waist and carried her up the stairs while trying not to break her with my grip. I was so fucking turned on.
With her body straddled around mine, I could feel Bangkok’s air on her skin. I could smell the saltiness of her sweat. I suspected she was sore, too. Some hot water and steam would relax her muscles. But I didn’t want her to use her last bit of energy by standing in the shower. I wanted her to be able to sit. The guest bath wasn’t designed for that, but the one in my room was. I’d built a stone bench along one of the sides, so I brought her in there and set her on top of it.
“Why am I in here?” she asked.
I pulled away from her, and she took a quick glance around.
I backed up a few steps toward the entrance of the shower and almost laughed at how she was dressed. I’d asked Lawan to put her in the largest pair of scrubs we had because, if any of the clients saw her, I wanted it to be clear that she wasn’t for sale. I’d lose my fucking mind if one of them tried something with her, if they so much as breathed near her. But, now that I was looking at her from the front, the outfit was so big that I couldn’t even see the outline of her body. She wouldn’t get anyone’s dick hard from wearing that.
“So, you can sit and take a shower,” I told her.
She glanced at the handheld showerhead that was in the corner and the one built into the ceiling overhead. “Where are you going?”
Her mouth was the only thing she’d given me. Had it been her cunt, I would have torn off her clothes with my fucking teeth. But, for now, it was safest that I got out of this room.
“Outside.”
“Why?”
“Because, if I watch you get naked, I won’t be able to stop myself from touching you.”
“Huck, I don’t want you to go outside.” Her voice trailed off as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it above her navel and tits and finally over her head. “I want you to watch me.” She threw it in the corner of the shower and took off her bra next. Then, she leaned up on her legs, so she could pull her pants down. Her panties came off, too, and she kicked it all into the corner along with her sneakers.
She was fucking gorgeous.
Her messy dark hair hung around her face, and those ice-blue eyes were fixed on me, silently begging me to make her feel good.
She didn’t have to beg.
My cock was already throbbing.
My hands were fucking twitching to feel her skin.
I looked down a little further where her tits sat in the middle of her chest, nipples hard and waiting for my teeth. My gaze dropped again, and I moaned. Her pussy was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
Hairless.
Tight.
Two small lips covering a thin clit.
My tongue watered as I thought about licking her from her ass to her cunt.
I could have stared at her pussy forever. But Arin was in my shower, naked, waiting to get even wetter. So, I twisted the handle and gave her a medium heat. The spray shot out of the ceiling, and I hit a second dial for the handheld to turn on.
As steam began to fill the room, she slowly rose from the bench and moved under the ceiling head.
“Sit,” I ordered.
She smirked in the most mischievous way as she ran her hands over her soaked tits, turning so that the back of her was now underneath the spray. And then she turned again, so the droplets slid down her face, disappearing as they reached her pussy. Her eyes locked with mine as she walked to the bench and sat down. “Can you hand me the shampoo?”
She’d just been standing in front of the bottle. There was no reason she couldn’t have grabbed it.
“What do you want, Arin?”
I’d asked that question so many goddamn times.
It never seemed like it was easy for her to answer.
Until now.
“I want you to wash me,” she said.
“I’d have to touch you.”
“I know.”
I gripped the top of the frame where the metal met the glass and squeezed the fucker, like I was getting ready to demo it. “Tell me, Arin.”
“I want you to touch me. Please, Huck, don’t make me wait a second longer.”
I walked inside the shower, the spray beating down on my clothes, causing my jeans to become heavy, my shirt to stick to me, my boots to squeak. I didn’t fucking care. I lifted the bottle of shampoo off the shelf and squirted some into my hands and placed them on her head, moving my fingers in circles over her scalp. The bubbles and lather spread all the way down her strands.
Her breathing changed. Light moans filled my ears.
Fuck, I loved those sounds.
The wetness of my jeans was weighing on my cock. I wanted to rip them off, lift her to my waist, and sink inside her. But she hadn’t given me permission to do that yet. That was why I stayed dressed—to stop myself from fucking her and to keep my cock away from her.
She closed her eyes as she tilted her head back, and a calmness spread over her face. It was the same way she looked when she slept. Completely at peace.
I’d made her feel like that.
And I wanted it to stay that way, to empty her mind of all her thoughts. For her to trust my hands whenever they wer
e around her because I wouldn’t ever do anything that would cause her lids to open.
“Huck,” she groaned.
I swiped a small line of bubbles over her cheek. “Yes?”
“You feel so incredible. You’re making me sleepy.”
“Then, fall asleep.”
She looked up at me through her lashes. They were long, and drops of water clung to them. “I’m not ready for bed.” She reached for one of my hands and held it between hers. “At least, not until you wash me.”
I lifted the handheld to rinse her hair and clean the shampoo off my fingers. When all the bubbles were gone, I filled my palms with soap and rubbed both sides until they were completely covered. Then, I started massaging Arin’s shoulders, using the same pressure I had on her scalp. I rotated across each muscle, squeezing my way down her arms and over her chest until I got to her tits. I cupped them, grazing the ends of each nipple. They were hard, the skin around them puckered.
Her mouth was open, teeth bared, like she was about to fucking growl.
I knew she liked pain.
I knew she liked the surprise of it even more.
So, I left her tits and skimmed my fingers across her navel. There were spots where she was still bruised, but every day, they were getting closer to a normal color. And, since she didn’t wince as I touched them, I knew they were starting to feel better.
Once I got to her pussy, I wouldn’t be able to pull my hands away, so I avoided it by going to her legs. I knelt on the tiles and worked my way across the outside of her thighs, circling around her knees, kneading her calves, and moving down to her feet. Even those were beautiful. I pressed my knuckles into the center of her arches and behind each toe.
“Oh my God,” she sighed, gripping the edge of the bench with both hands, looking like it was taking every bit of strength she had not to slide off.
Gradually, I rose again, my thumbs going first as I rubbed across her thighs. Her legs spread apart, and I moved in between them, staring at her center where the two perfect fucking folds housed the clit I wanted to lick. I had to hold myself back from leaning forward and sucking it into my mouth.
Her pussy was all I wanted.
