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Chapter 39 Damien
The look on Cain’s face when I walk in and Eden gets off his lap is priceless.
I snap a picture with my phone and smile. “Are you enjoying the party, Cain?”
“What the fuck,” he grunts, rocking back and forth in an effort to get off the couch.
I look over at Eden. “You okay?”
She nods as she fixes her bra. “Thanks for coming to the rescue when you did. A minute later and I might have puked.” She looks at her ball gown on the ground and frowns. “Think Geoffrey will freak if I ask him to come down here and help me get back into my dress?”
After it dawns on him that I’m pla
I pull off my suit jacket and hand it to her. “Here.”
She smiles and it twists the knife a little deeper because I know it will be the last one she’ll ever give me. “Thanks.”
“You set me up,” Cain roars, fighting against his restraints.
I walk over to him. “Let me help you out with those.”
Before he can blink, I grab his head and bash my knee into his face. “Much better.” I step back, assessing the tiny trickle of blood coming out of his nose. “However, I think there’s still room for improvement.”
Sinking to my haunches, I get more rope from under the couch, dodging Cain’s pitiful attempt at a kick. “You never were the greatest athlete, friend.” I wink at him as I coil the rope around his calves. “Except when it came to ru
I get up and park myself between him and Eden. “Which is exactly what brings us all here today.”
“I have no clue what he’s talking about.” Cain looks at his stepdaughter. “I never killed anyone. Don’t let him brainwash you into believing such bullshit.”
If looks alone could kill, the one Eden gives him would do the job in record time. “Damien didn’t have to brainwash me. You did that all on your own.”
He keeps his expression impassive. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He looks up at the ceiling. “Help!”
I click my tongue. “Scream as much as you want, nobody will hear you. Not only am I hosting a party upstairs, my office is soundproof. Didn’t want to take any chances. Being a man of your caliber, I’m sure you understand.”
“I don’t know what your objective is, but you’ll never get away with it,” Cain spits. “People—important people like the governor—will be looking for me soon.”
I snatch his phone out of his pocket. “Not if you tell Margaret you’re going home because you don’t feel well.” I glance at Eden. “I’m offended he doesn’t consider us important people. How about you?”
She thinks about this for a moment. “You know, a little actually.”
Cain cackles. “You’re officially out of your fucking mind, Damien. No way in hell am I calling anyone.”
Blowing out a breath, I look at my co-conspirator again. “We’re go
Eden shrugs. “Fine by me.”
I amble over to my desk and fetch the remote. “By the way, thanks for the virus you put on my computer.” I lean against my desk. “Not to be a buzzkill, but it didn’t get rid of the array of pictures I have of you getting fucked by Trejo. Quite frankly, I’m insulted you assumed I wasn’t smart enough to not only have backup files but to protect my computer.”
Reaching over, I turn on my monitor and press a few keys on the keyboard. Cain protecting and serving Chief Trejo’s cock illuminates the screen a moment later. “Newsflash, Cain. Technology is a passion of mine. If you invested even a small fraction of your time learning things about me like I did you…you would know that already.”
“Those are fake. Your Photoshop skills are shoddy at best.” He wriggles against his restraints. “Lucky for me, they’re on par with your time management skills. Margaret’s probably started a search party for me already.”
I hold up my remote. “Ah, yes. I appreciate the reminder.” I press a button and the base of the tank lowers to pelvis level. Perfect.
I walk back over to Cain who looks genuinely scared. Good.
“You might want to turn your head for this, Eden. It won’t be pretty.”
“I’ll be fine. In fact, I say we bring the governor down here after this.” She gives Cain a dirty look as I wrangle him into a standing position. “By the way, I’m so flattered you told Bexley about my oral skills.” She gestures to the computer screen. “Coming from you, I’d say that’s a real compliment.”
Cain curses under his breath. “I knew that motherfucker couldn’t stay out of it.”
“Focus, Cain. There are far more important things to worry about than Bexley meddling in your affairs.” I drag down his zipper. “Like whose mouth will be on your dick next.” I wince. “As chance would have it, my—I’m sorry, your piranha—is due for a meal soon.”
His face turns white as a sheet. “Wait a minute—”
“Can’t. We’re ru
He struggles like a fish on a hook as I lug him behind the tank so Eden can have a front seat to the show. The irony.
Grimacing, I grab his flaccid cock. “On second thought, let’s make a deal.”
Cain looks relieved. “Whatever you want.”
I look at Eden. “I need a hand.”
She scrunches her nose. “Ugh. I dealt with his dick once already toni—”
“I need you to hold the phone so he can call Margaret and tell her he’s not feeling well.”
“That I can do.”
After swiping his phone off my desk, she joins us at the tank.
I grip Cain’s face. This is important so he needs to pay attention. “Tell her anything and the shriveled-up chunk of skin that’s attempting to crawl inside your body right now—otherwise known as your penis—will be piranha food. Got it?”
He swallows thickly. “Yes.”
“And don’t even think about using a code word.”
He nods and Eden presses a button.
A moment later, Margaret’s voice filters through the speakerphone. “Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you. Where are you?”
“I’ve been holed up in the bathroom. I’m not feeling too well.”
“Oh, no. Which bathroom? I’ll come find you.”
I tilt Cain toward the tank.
“I’m not in the bathroom anymore. I’m in the car heading home.”
“You mean you just left the ball without telling anyone?”
Cain rolls his eyes. “I’m telling you now. Like I was saying, I’m not feeling well.”
Margaret tsks. “Nervous about the election, huh? If you want, I can leave and bring you some soup?”
“No,” Cain says quickly. “I think it’s best I relax and clear my head before the big day. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?”
No, you won’t.
“Sure. I’ll text you when I leave to see if you changed your mind about that soup.”
The woman can’t take a hint for shit.
Cain hesitates briefly and I kick him.
“Fine, but if I don’t answer, it’s because I fell asleep.”
She sighs. “Okay. I’m probably leaving in a little while anyway. Daddy said the food gave him some bad reflux, and we’re both tired of looking at your trampy stepdaugh—”
Eden disco