Page 477 of The Tempted
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.
