Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I stayed for a moment longer, finally deciding if she wanted to play things cool, I'd let her. She'd realize just how much she needed me soon enough. But I needed to deal with Connor Peterson first.
"Goodnight, princess." I kissed her one more time.
I turned off the light, leaving her in the dim room. I threw one last look over my shoulder at her tranquil body before closing the door firmly and going in search of Jasper.
I found him in his office, in a room adjoining my own workspace in the Manor. He had a computer hooked up to the phone and wore a face of intense concentration as he watched the screen.
"No need to do that," I told him plainly. "We've got him."
"How?" he asked, his brows shooting up.
"My father," I replied simply.
"He couldn't have tracked his phone," Jasper argued. "That can only be done from inside the house."
"Let's just say he knows the right people," I shrugged. "And really, it's my fault. I should have known who this was from the get-go. He's always been fucking obsessed with Violet. It's goddamn sickening."
"Who is it?" Jasper asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Remember a certain Mr. Peterson?" I asked with raised eyebrows, and he stared back.
"Seriously, Sir?" he finally asked. "That piece of shit is still after her?"
I nodded, sitting down in front of his desk and saying, "Seems so. But this time we're going to stop him once and for all. Can you get me on a call to his cellphone?"
"Of course." Jasper fiddled with his screen and nodded to the phone on the desk. "Just pick up and talk, Sir."
I did as he said, listening to the dial tone on the other side and waiting patiently until a deep baritone answered.
"Hello?" The voice wasn’t masked—he had no reason to hide because the call didn’t come in on the burner phone he had used earlier.
"Hello, Connor," I said with a wide grin. "Let’s finish our conversation.”
There was a short pause, but I didn't want him answering me, anyway.
"Listen to me, you piece of shit," I growled. "I know you've been making those calls, asking around about Violet. I'm only going to say this once."
I heard him exhale as I clutched the phone harder.
"She's fucking mine," I growled into the receiver. "And if you so much as say her name, I'm going to find you and personally make sure you get put in the kind of jail where Violet's sweet little pussy will be the stuff of dreams. Your reality, however, will be getting your asshole fucked by men who make you their little princess. How does that sound, you piece of shit?"
He laughed heartily on the other end, but I wasn't stupid. I could hear the fear in his voice. I knew he was scared. Bluffing. It wouldn't take long for me to break him down.
"You have no proof," he spat out.
"I don't, not for this," I responded quickly. "Of course, after our last little... incident involving Violet, I made sure to get my hands on a set of your fingerprints, a few hairs and some other exciting shit I can use to my advantage."
"H-How?" the jerk stuttered.
"Let's just I can make a crime scene that points straight to you," I said sweetly. "You don't want to go to jail, do you, Connor?"
He stayed stubbornly quiet and I grinned to myself, knowing what his answer was.
"I thought so. Now be a good little boy and stay out of mine and Violet's business. Got that?"
Once again, no answer.
"If you need a preview," I went on. "I'd be more than happy to send one of your future prison mates to your address. Give you a little taste of the ass-fucking you got waiting for you on the other side of a life sentence. What do you say?"
He slammed the phone down, and I grinned to myself, glancing at Jasper.
"I don't think we'll have to worry about him again," I told my assistant with a sly smirk.
He’s no fool. He knows I mean business.
Eleven
Violet
Devlin broke me.
I didn’t even try to retain a piece of my humanity—it wasn’t worth it.
I presented myself to him in a blindfold, ready to be nothing more than the property I had become. I finally realized my place in his life—and my purpose inside the Devil’s Manor. I was his as long as he wanted me, and I could be traded away at any time. The contract I signed gave him the right to use me until my father was free from prison, and if he wanted to transfer that contract to someone else—it was his right.
My father warned me about the Windsors and I chose to ignore him. I believed everything he said about Dominic, but I never heeded his words when he talked about Devlin—when he told me that Devlin would one day be just as dangerous as the man who sired him. I never wanted to believe that. I thought Devlin was different. The way he defied his father—the way he compelled me to rebel against my own. That was a different path. It was supposed to be our path.