And we came up with a plan. Richard is still nowhere to be found, but the other three men that took me? We know where they are, thanks to some help from Eric and Trey.
“What do you think?” I ask Sin with my hands on my hips. We rearranged The Dollhouse by removing all the furniture and storing it behind the third section. Sinister located more wall panels from God knows where, and we turned the warehouse into a maze. We kept the hidden tunnels and added some fun new additions.
One thing I discovered is how rich Sinister is. I guess being the hitman to the largest Mafia boss in the state has its perks. I’ve never cared too much about money, beyond being able to buy necessities. Second-hand furniture and clothing suits me fine. But Sin has discovered he’s got a thing for providing for me, and I now own more clothes than I ever have in my life and get to have fancy new toys to play with.
I’ll never give up Barbie, though. She’s my ride or die.
Sinister glances down from the ladder he’s on, paint dripping from his brush. He wanted to add more decoration to the walls, so I let him at it. He won’t let me turn the blue lights on until he’s finished.
“Looks good,” he replies, glancing over the warehouse. “Have you sent out the invites?”
“Yep.” I tuck my hands in my back pockets and do a final turn through the building, double-checking where we placed the weapons. I sent Leo, Thom, and Chris invitations from The Dollhouse website. Knowing their predilections, I crafted an enticing summons they wouldn’t be able to refuse.
Sinister comes up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist. “Ready?” At my nod, he flips the switch, and the blue lights come on. I turn in a slow circle, takingeverything in. On the retractable wall to the third section, he drew a monster and a wren. Another wall holds our names and the date they separated us. Scythes, crosses, and other deathly images cover the remaining walls, along with my original words that he’s interspersed with the pictures.
“It’s perfect,” I breathe, and Sin grins down at me. “Now let’s get ready. They’ll be here soon.”
Chapter 10
Sinister
Dolly spins around and throws her arms out. “What do you think?” She’s wearing one of the new dresses I bought her, a pale-pink one with a lot of flounces and lace. Frilly socks and her Mary Janes complete her outfit, and she’s styled her hair into two French braids intertwined with pink ribbons.
I dressed myself in my usual Carver attire. Black slacks, brogues, a white button-down shirt, and a trench coat that flows down to my knees. I modified it to add hidden pockets to store a variety of weapons.
“Perfect,” I reply, dropping a kiss on her forehead. An alert pings my phone, letting me know there’s movement out front. Dolly’s head snaps up, and a smile spreads across her face. She’s adorable.
She grabs my hand, and we hurry down the stairs. I close the wall behind us as Dolly heads to the front to let Chris in. She staggered their arrival times so they wouldn’t be suspicious when they saw each other. I tuck myself behind the door and give her a nod. She winks back and pulls the door open, and I notice the change in her behavior immediately.
“Welcome to The Dollhouse, sir. Please, come on in,” she says in a sensual voice, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside. “Here, let me take your coat.” While he’s distracted, I come up behind him and plunge a needle into his neck. His hand comes up to cover the injection site, and he spins around, backing up when he catches sight of me.
“Wha—” He collapses to the ground, his eyes rolling up into his head. The corner of my mouth ticks up. It’s another of The Chemist’s formulas. The fast-acting concoction knocks them out and loosens their muscles, allowing for easy transport.
Dolly bounces on her toes. “You’re going to introduce The Chemist to me, right? I need to meet this man.”
I growl low in my throat and wrap a hand around her neck. “Mine.” My lips capture hers, and my tongue plunders her mouth. “Don’t get any ideas,” I say after leaving her weaving on her feet.
She blinks at me before turning with a huff. “I’ll have ideas if I want to.” She lifts Chris’s legs and raises a brow at me. “Going to help me, or do I have to do everything by myself?”
“Dolly.”
She scowls back. “What?”
“Dolly.”
She drops his legs and places her hands on her hips. “Spit it out, Carver. I don’t have all day. Thom’s going to be here in ten minutes.”
“That’s enough time,” I say, advancing toward her.
She audibly gulps and takes a step back. “Time for what?”
I grab her arm and force her to her knees. “To teach that bratty mouth a lesson. Don’t think I don’t know when you’re trying to provoke me. If you want your brother’s cock, all you have to do is ask.” I unzip my pants and pullmy cock out. It got hard the second she began mouthing off, and she licks her lips and opens her mouth like the good little sister she is.
My cock slides into her warm, wet mouth, and as much as I’d like to take my time, it won’t be long before Thom knocks on the door. I place my hands on her cheeks and hold her still. Her eyes widen when I slide to the back of her throat, making her gag.
Fuck.
“That’s it, little stalker. Now suck.” Drool drips from her chin, puddling on the concrete floor. “Don’t you dare,” I warn when she dips her hand beneath her dress. “Your orgasms are mine, and you haven’t earned one yet.”
