Page 57 of Ricochet
“That’s a fucking joke.” Cillian laughed. “The only way you can leave Syndicate is in a body bag, and I never saw her in one.”
“That’s right,” Tristan started excitedly. “Which means that Nikolai might like her a lot more than we initially thought.”
“Your point?” I was already getting tired of this whole conversation, and I just wanted to get out of here and clear my head. This whole house was suffocating me, especially with her holed up in here with us.
“My point is,” he sat down, “our little psychopath might know a lot more than we initially thought. What if Nikolai kept her outside only to gather the information he wouldn’t be able to get himself? Having somebody on the street means you have eyes and ears everywhere.”
My attention perked up, because it was exactly what we needed. Syndicate was trying to spread into our territory, and we couldn’t allow that. Four years ago our union fell apart, and the two families were at each other's throats. Well, apart from Theo who was the sneakiest son of a bitch.
That idiot wanted his father’s empire, and if it meant he was playing double agent to get it, so be it. Couldn’t really blame him, I would’ve probably done the same, given the fact that his father resented him and didn’t want him anywhere near the main action. Then there was Maya… That was another shitshow I never wanted to think about, let alone have to deal with it. It was in the past, and that’s where it should stay.
“So, what is the plan now?” Cillian asked, looking at me.
Maybe the only way for me to exorcise these demons was to kill them completely. If our roles were reversed, she would have never shown me mercy. No, that bitch didn’t know what that word meant. I’ve seen her kill innocents without remorse, as if it was just another day of her shopping at Walmart.
“We start tonight.” I smirked at them. “And we don’t stop until we get what we want.”
* * *
It was almosteight o’clock when I descended downstairs to her room. Riley stood in front of her door, eyes firmly fixed on the opposite wall. When he saw me, he straightened up and tipped his chin in a greeting.
“Where is Alejandro?”
“It’s his break time, sir. Would you like me to give him a call?”
Dammit Alejandro. I already told him who can guard her, and who can’t. That she-devil could trick the smartest man into doing her bidding, not to mention some of our guards who were just starting with us.
“No, that’s fine, Riley. Give me ten minutes, I need to talk to her.”
“Sir—”
“Alone, Riley.”
He couldn’t have been more than twenty, but even with his age, he knew the devil when he saw one.
“Got it, sir.” He nodded. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
I took the keys from him, and started unlocking the door with my heart in my throat. Every single interaction with her was like a sucker punch to my stomach. We often heard stories of the antichrist, but we never quite believed them. Well, I didn’t believe them until I saw it with my own two eyes.
She was our doomsday, the destruction, a wolf in a lamb’s coat.
I opened the door, halfway expecting her to be right in front, ready to attack, but she sat on the bed, her legs crossed, and her eyes fixated on me.
“I was wondering when you’d be coming back.” She spoke softly, endearingly, but I knew it was venom that coated her words.
“Did you now?” I closed the door behind me and crossed the room. Unlike the first time I visited her here, the light was turned on and I could clearly see all of her tattoos on display. Some were new, some were old, but the one that always brought the most attention to me was the snake wrapped around her forearm, so similar to the one tattooed on mine.
“Missed me, baby?” she cooed as she spread her legs, bending them at her knees, and showing me her center, covered in black panties. “Tristan brought me some clothes. How kind of you guys to take care of me while I’m here.”
My hands clenched at my sides, but I wasn’t going to give into her. She wasn’t the one leading this game, we were.
“Aww, baby. You seem tense.” With a smile on her face, she started tracing the path from her knee, toward her inner thigh, her fingers dancing on her skin. “Would you like me to help you?”
I would love to fuck her in ten different ways, but my desire for her couldn’t cloud my judgement again. Ophelia lifted the hem of her shirt, showing me the smooth skin of her stomach, calling to me, begging to be touched. She didn’t seem scared, and I wondered if she thought her only punishment would be this lockdown.
“I’m not here to entertain any of your sick ideas, Ophelia.”
She pouted at me, but continued her descent toward her center, her gaze never wavering from mine. It would be so easy to fuck her like this, but when it was all done, I would just resent myself further, hate myself for succumbing to my desires.
