“There’s nothing I want more than to make an example of my enemies.” He walked around me, his hands still in his pockets. “You leave in three days. You can blame me all you want, but your brother is responsible for this. Blame him.”
“Crewe, please—”
He slammed the door.
Unable to bottle it in any longer, I succumbed to my tears.
7
Crewe
She didn’t come out of her room for meals or anything else. She stayed hidden away. Finley checked on her from time to time to make sure she didn’t hang herself in the closet. I wouldn’t blame her if she tried to take that avenue.
I would do the same thing.
While it was an unfortunate circumstance for her, I didn’t feel any sympathy. That was how the world worked. Evil men would exploit you the second you let your guard down. She should have hidden herself better, left her guard up longer. If she took care of herself, I wouldn’t have been able to find her.
So this was her mistake.
Bones would take her away, beat her senseless, and then kill her within eight months. When she left my house, it would be the last time I’d ever see her—the last time anyone would see her besides Bones. Her death would be just as painful as her remaining months of life.
But I still didn’t give a damn.
The silent treatment wouldn’t change my mind. She could starve herself all she wanted. She would just have less energy to resist Bones if she planned to fight him. Her silent protest had no effect on me. If anything, it was nice not having to listen to her bitch and complain.
Ariel walked into my office. “I just got off the phone with Bones. He said he’ll be here tomorrow afternoon to collect his new purchase.”
“Thanks for letting me know.”
She lingered in the doorway. “That girl has a long road ahead of her.”
“She does. But I hope you aren’t going soft on me.”
“I’m not.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I just wonder if she’s strong enough to survive it.”
I shook my head. “No one is. You know how crazy he is.”
She nodded. “Well, if I don’t see her before she leaves, wish her good luck for me.”
I chuckled. “She’s not speaking to me. I don’t think she’ll ever speak to me again.”
Ariel shrugged. “You aren’t much of a talker anyway.” She winked before she shut the door.
I finished my work day, went for a run around the island and did my fitness routine, had dinner, and then read before I went to bed. London might come to my room again to kill me in my sleep, but I suspected she wouldn’t. At this point, killing me wouldn’t change anything. Bones would come to collect her regardless.
I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking of my next trip to Glasgow. I’d had enough alone time on this island. When I returned to the city, I would visit some of my regulars. Sex was something I craved, like any other man, but there were times when I didn’t need it. But the urge always came back.
Three weeks without it had surged my libido.
The door opened and someone walked inside. I knew exactly who it was without confirmation. If she was here to kill me again, it was pointless. She would need a gun if she planned to overpower me.
I sat up in bed and stilled at the sight.
London untied her bathrobe and let it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. She stood there naked, her tits perky with hard nipples. Her long legs reached up to her neck. She sauntered to the bed, her hips shaking as she walked. Her hair was done in curls and dark eye shadow was around her eyes.
She reached the bed then climbed on top, her smooth skin warm when it came close to mine.
I stared at her in infatuation, my cock hard and ready to go. A part of me wondered if this was a dream. She hated me earlier in the day. I doubted she had the urge to fuck me after what I did to her.
She straddled my hips and lowered her body directly onto my cock. My sensitive skin could feel the folds of her pussy, the soft flesh I would penetrate over and over. She massaged her tits and grinded against me, having the charms of a whore.
My hands moved to her hips, and I dug my fingers into her soft skin. “Lovely…” I sat up and brought one nipple into my mouth, sucking the hard flesh and tasting it. She tasted clean and smelled like a woman, flowery.
As I cherished her body, I figured out exactly what she was doing. “Fucking you won’t change my mind about tomorrow. I’m going to sell you to Bones no matter how good you are in the sack.”