Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (49 page)

That would explain the sex toys.

And the fake dick he had in his mouth now.

Good job, Mikey.

I stepped closer to him, pinning him with my eyes as I pressed the steep tip of my boot between his legs.

“Hey motherfucker, remember me?”

I pressed harder as I crouched down and pulled the duct tape that kept the dildo lodged in his mouth.

“Does your wife know you can deep throat a cock like that? Or just your brothers?” I questioned, as I pulled the cock from his mouth and threw it to the side.

“Fuck you, Mr. Riggs. You’re a dead man,” he hissed.

“I wouldn’t be making threats, “Jackie Chan.” You, motherfucker, you’re in my fucking house now and I’m the one cracking the whip,” I ground out, digging the tip of my boot into his crotch just to hear him wail like a bitch.

I pulled out my phone from the back of my pants and started swiping my fingers across the screen until I pulled up exactly what I needed.

“You couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? You got your money for the drugs, you shot up Pops warehouse and took our guns and still it wasn’t enough,” I reminded him, still toying with my phone.

“You killed my men! Money can’t replace lives, you know that now don’t you? You were particularly close to the Knight that died, weren’t you?”

He tried to taunt me but it wouldn’t work. I remained in control. I stuck to my plan and I did what I came here to do.

“How’s the surveillance on your house these days, Wu?”

“What the fuck do you care?”

“I don’t care,” I said, as I looked him in the eye. “But I feel it necessary to tell you it’s pretty shitty and your alarm system is bootleg. Maybe I should thank you for that, you made this so much easier,” I pointed out, as I sat down beside him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You see a funny thing happened when you and your club shot up the Dog Pound. Yes, you killed my best friend but only because you almost killed the mother of my child and my child. If Bones didn’t die, they would’ve. They almost did die. You have a daughter and a son, not to mention the “Yoko Ono” wanna be wife of yours.”

I felt his gaze wander to me but chose to ignore it as I brought the phone between us, so we both could see the screen when I pressed play.

“Imagine not knowing if they are going to live or die. Imagine knowing they may die and there isn’t a fucking thing you can do about it.”

I turned and met his eyes.

“Ever feel so helpless in your life?”

“Keep my family off your tongue,” he seethed.

“Or what? You’ll kill me or maybe you’ll have your club kill me?” I shook my head. “That’s not going to happen, Wu because right now my club is desecrating the Red Dragons, right now your brothers are dying and mine are the ones taking their lives.” I cocked my head as I studied him.

That’s right, my house, motherfucker.

My rules.

“How about a little entertainment? Get your mind off the bloodshed?” I nodded. “Sorry I forgot the popcorn,” I added, as I brought up the surveillance footage of his house. Anthony was dressed in black, with a ski mask covering his face and shielding his identity as he stared into the camera, reaching up and turning the lens toward the three people tied to chairs in the center of Wu’s living room.

His wife.

His daughter.

His son.

They were gagged and bound.

Helpless.

Just like Lauren and our son were.

I turned back to Wu as he shouted something in Chinese, turning to me with desperate eyes, or maybe they were vengeful. I wasn’t sure.

I didn’t give a fuck either.

“Let them go. Now! Please, don’t hurt them. They’re innocent,” he pleaded.

“You’re right, they are, just like mine were. So now here’s the part where you become me. Where you have to sit there and know there is nothing you can do to save them but there is one difference,” I stated, handing him the phone as I stood up. “I wondered for nearly three days if my family was going to live or die, you’ll wonder for eternity.”

Anthony stepped into the view of the camera and slowly pulled a gun from his back pocket just as I drew mine and aimed it at Sun Wu.

He screamed as he watched Anthony lift the gun and aim it at his wife just as I aimed mine at his chest.

Bang!

One shot to the heart.

That’s for Lauren and Eric.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots between the eyes.

That’s for Bones.

My phone dropped from his hand as Satan came and claimed his soul.

See ya motherfucker!

This shit was personal.

I glanced down at my phone and watched as Anthony cut the wires to the feed, killing the image on my screen.

It was all part of the plan.

I took the burner phone out of my cut and called 911. They would send the cops over to Wu’s house and cut his family loose and find the ransom note that we left behind, staging this whole thing to look like he pissed one of his trade partners off. Eventually, they’ll find his body in this empty warehouse where he conducted business overseas and the story will all match up.

Plans.

They don’t always go astray.

Some things are just meant to be.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“I’m calling to report a home invasion at two-thirty-six Cromwell Ave,” I said, before disconnecting the call and stepping outside to meet Mike.

“We all good?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’re good,” I confirmed.

Revenge was sweet.

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“I’m getting out of here,” Riggs said, throwing some money on the bar. I nodded, a delayed reaction to his departure, and lifted the shot glass to my lips, welcoming the smooth poison down my throat. Unsatisfied and insatiable I flicked the empty glass across the bar.

“Another, boss?” the bartender asked.

I shook my head, pushing back my stool and slowly rising to my feet. The alcohol wasn’t making me numb like it usually did and the methadone doesn’t bring me to the state of oblivion I crave.

I’m a junkie.

A fucking junkie.

I’ve got the track marks on my arms to prove it.

And I make no apologies for it.

This is who I am, or what is left of who I used to be, depending on who you ask.

I feel her innocent eyes on me, burning a hole into my back, setting my cold heart on fire. I won’t turn around, I won’t even acknowledge her because I have enough demons and don’t need those dark sad eyes haunting me anymore than they already do.

Some people think I have a death wish, that I’m on a mission to end this nightmare I call life, and maybe for a while I thought they were right. A part of me wanted to join Christine, to see her one last time and make right all the wrong I did to her but when I nearly died, my body didn’t succumb to the darkness and fought against it. Jimmy Gold pumped me with enough drugs to kill me two times over but it was Reina, my president’s girlfriend who made me realize I wanted to live and I wanted to live for those dark eyes pinned to me right now.

Leather.

Lace.

Me.

Her.

A temptation so lethal, neither of us would survive.

Maybe I did have a death wish.

I stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, before I turned around and glanced at myself in the dirty mirror. Staring at my reflection, I wonder why she even looks at me and what someone as innocent and pure as her, sees in a poisonous bastard like me.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a plastic baggie filled with five Xanax pills and slap the bag onto the counter. I divert my eyes back to the mirror and stare back at the piece of shit staring back at me.

“Fuck you,” I growl, hanging onto the feeling of self-loathing, welcoming it and encouraging it to overcome me. I slam my fist against the baggie on the counter, over and over again, crushing the pills until they turn to dust. I empty the dust onto the counter, not giving a fuck how dirty and disgusting the bathroom is because all that matters is my fix.

I’m in the zone, anxious for the high that hopefully will come and wash away my thoughts of
her
.

She is my savior and my assassin.

The one that keeps me from ending it.

And yet, right now I’m slowly killing myself trying to escape the thoughts of her.

Lacey Parrish. Jack’s daughter. His fucking nineteen-year-old daughter who wasn’t even legally allowed to order a fucking drink.

She’s not a fucking woman, just a little girl pretending to be one.

She was so innocent, so pure, so untouchable and untainted.

But I’m the filth that took her innocence, who touched her and tainted her.

I rolled the twenty-dollar bill and hunched over the counter dragging the bill across the powder of pills up my fucking nose.

One rip.

Another.

Three rips later, I licked my finger tips and swiped them across the counter top, before popping them into my mouth and sucking any residue of the pills from my skin.

No waste.

A true junkie.

I sniffled, wiping the excess powder from my nose before I turned around and unlocked the door and waited for the numbness to inebriate me as I stepped out of the bathroom, colliding with the soft body I once held in my arms.

I stared into her sad eyes, knowing I was the reason she looked broken, just a shell of the girl she was before I touched her. I ruined her, like I ruined Christine.

Everything I touch I destroy.

“How long are you going to pretend I don’t exist?” She finally asked, her voice just an octave above a whisper.

Pretend she doesn’t exist? She’s the only fucking thing that exists in my head. She’s the face I see when I wake, when I lay my head down and when I pass the fuck out from whatever poison I consume trying to forget that she
does
exist.

I shoved my hands into my pockets, taking a step closer to her, the scent of her worked its way through my raw nostrils, more intoxicating than any drug I could ever snort or shoot through my veins. I leaned closer, closing my eyes and got high off her.

“Until you disappear once and for all,” I said, opening my eyes and glaring at her.

Go away Lacey.

Smarten the fuck up.

Get out while you still can.

I pushed past her, leaving her alone in the hallway, knowing her eyes were full of tears that my words caused.

Cry.

Hate me.

I’m no good for you.

Run.

I ordered another shot, made it a double, and knocked it back. I placed the empty glass on the bar and from the corner of my eye I watched as she took her date’s hand and begged him to leave.

Thatta’ girl.

Get the fuck out of here.

“This one’s on the house,” the bartender offered, sliding me a refill.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

“The bill is on the table,” someone said from behind me, causing me to glance over my shoulder and look at the kid holding Lacey’s hand.

Treat her good.

She didn’t look at me, keeping her back towards me as she followed him out the door and disappeared like I asked her too.

She should only know I’d spend the rest of the night thinking about her, that she’d never fucking disappear because she haunted me. All of her, the way her hands trembled as she undressed herself, the way I guided her hands to my body and the way I took hers. The tears she cried that night and the words I wounded her with.

That was just the first night where lines were crossed but, there were a shitload more incidents when I wreaked havoc on Lacey. But that night? That was the night I claimed her. In my dark world of self-destruction and mayhem, I selfishly took Lacey, branding her mine and I continue to brand her and mark her with my actions and my words.

Don’t think for one second that the few words I said to her tonight wasn’t a mark, purposely branded to her, scarring her, ruining her for any other man. Others piss on their territory, I destroy mine. For every track mark on my arms she has a matching one on her heart.

Lacey was mine.

She didn’t know it but any man who ever loves her will. She won’t be able to give them all of her because I’ve taken most of her and I’ll never give it back.

I can’t have her but no one else can either.

I’m a selfish motherfucker.

A greedy son-of-a-bitch.

I’m a junkie and when drugs no longer do it for me I’ll get high on pain and suffering.