All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,22

so there’s barely anything covering me, my nipples peeking through the black lace. Aodhan’s eyes stay firmly away from me and instead he glares at the Jackal like he can kill him with the pure loathing he’s throwing at him instead.

I’ve been tormented by monsters my entire life, so I know exactly what to do.

I know how to slow down my heartbeat, to keep my breaths long and even and slow, and I know exactly how to keep my face blank.

There’s a reason I became the ice queen that Illi always calls me, Senior and Joey both forced me to learn to give away nothing for them to use against Ash. Everything I do is to protect him, it’s always been that way, and for once I’m thankful for that.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want Senior dead still.

He deserves to die screaming, not me and definitely not Aodhan.

“How boring, you’re going to just kill him then? I should have known the little Beaumont cunt would happily slit his throat to save her own. You’d do the same to the Wolf, wouldn’t you? You told my little Starbright that you love her and want to protect her but you’re lying. Rich cunts like you don’t care about Mounty sluts like her.”

Ah.

So now she’s a slut because she’s fucked someone who isn’t him? Typical male bullshit. It’s pathetic really, totally pathetic that he thinks and acts so predictably while thinking he’s some sort of criminal genius.

He leans down so we’re face-to-face, his breath fanning out over my cheek until I want to gag but my poker face is unmatched.

He lifts the necklace away from my chest, the little blue diamond in the cage that Lips had given me for Christmas and his lip curls at the sight of it. His fists tightens around it before he yanks it hard, snapping the chain, and of everything that has happened so far, this might be the thing that breaks me.

He slips the broken necklace into his pocket and then he slices the straps of my bralette until my entire chest is bared. I stare at Aodhan’s face, unblinking and unfeeling, and he keeps his eyes unwaveringly on the Jackal. It’s like we’ve come to some agreement to get through this, that I’ll ignore it all and he’ll seethe at the Jackal until he can kill him for doing this to us both.

I just need to hold out until Ash and Lips find me.

I won’t think about Atticus because my heart is still too raw over him and if I let his face enter my mind, I’ll break open. I never think about him when I need to stay blank.

The Jackal chuckles but I keep my eyes steady on Aodhan. “O’Cronin doesn’t seem to like you all that much, does he? Fuck, he doesn’t even want to look at all of this skin you’re showing. How does that feel? To know that you might be the richest little cunt in all of the country but some gutter trash Mounty doesn’t want to fuck you. How about this, little Beaumont? How about you fuck him, or I fuck you? Either way, someone is being fucked tonight.”

Aodhan’s eyes finally snap to mine but I look away almost immediately, finally looking up at the Jackal. “I guess you’ll have to untie me then, won’t you, because I can’t fuck anyone while I’m strapped to a chair.”

A smirk stretches across his lips and from the corner of my eyes I see Aodhan trying to fight against the restraints again. We both ignore him.

“And here I was thinking you were too prim and proper to get the job done. I was hoping that either way you’d be sobbing on someone’s cock. It’s not fun if you’re enjoying it too.”

I tip my head back so I’m not looking up to him, smirking back at him because I’ve been trained by Lips and I know exactly how to manipulate this man. “If you want a show, then untie me.”

He thinks he’s calling my bluff, it’s clear when he smiles at me and leans down until our lips are nearly touching. “Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? Because if I take these ropes off and you try to attack me, I’ll slit your throat and then fuck the wound. Either way I’ll enjoy it, I guess you just need to pick your poison.”

I stare him down. I choose my words just as carefully as I always do but