to his fortress and disappearing, three of his men following him so closely you’d think there were fucking snipers on him right now.
I motion for my cash to be left in the trunk and the men both frown at the state of it. There’s blood and glass everywhere.
Like I give a fuck.
I smirk at the guy and watch as his eyes slide down the cleavers strapped to my thighs in full view. The gulp he gives me is loud enough that a laugh rips out of my chest. Fuck it’s good to be the Butcher, this shit gets me going.
I get back in my car and leave, trying to figure out who the fuck Bingley actually is. There’s something in the way the Crow watched him that has me hesitating, has me curious more than I usually am because the Crow doesn’t ever look cautious or hesitant. Never looks fucking human and yet there he was, apprehensive about the snarling rapist he’d paid me to pick up and deliver.
No matter what angle I look at it from there’s only one thing that’s clear; it’s not going to affect my girl so I should just fucking forget about it but I’ve been caught out too many times in the last few months. Too many close calls. So I tuck this into the back of my mind, ready to take out and unravel later.
For now, I have the most beautiful girl in the world to get home to.
One I have given my name and one day I’ll give her my kids too.
Fuck, I need everyone on my list taken care of before then. I can’t be having my pregnant woman waiting for me at home while I’m off hunting her demons. I’m not fucking worthy of her, not until I right my wrongs.
Someday soon.
But for now, I can go home and make her come so hard her brain leaks out of her ears and she forgets all about the bad in the world. I want her naked and happy, blissfully in love and lust with me.
I’ll kill any motherfucker that tries to get in the way of our happy ending.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Odie
The flights to France are long and slow but we fly first class together, drinking champagne and watching movies. When we finally arrive in Paris, I hail a cab to take us to the hotel mon Monstre picked out for us.
The Plaza Athénée is stunning, everything I would have ever hoped for in a honeymoon location, and the suite we have is luxurious with a view to die for of the city. The other guests and the bellboy steer clear of us as we walk through the reception together, his size and tattoos obviously off-putting to them, but he doesn’t seem to notice at all.
I love it.
We spend the night together in the huge bed, the sheets as soft as silk. Our usual schedule of sleeping through the day works in our favor for the jet lag and when we wake, I order room service to eat in bed together.
We have a big day planned.
Today is not yet the start of our honeymoon. We have work to do, the carefully laid out plan of mon Monstre is fresh in my mind. He’s explained it to me, answered all of my questions and offered to change it if it wasn’t to my liking.
I don’t make any changes.
Everything he has planned is the perfect justice for me, the last pieces of the puzzle coming together. After today, there will only be one man left on his list.
His old friend.
Once we’ve eaten, we shower together in the large double stall and I get all of my hair wet while I worship his body with my tongue, licking and sucking every inch of his dick as he pushes it between my lips and fists my hair as he feeds it to me, the perfect dessert for being such a good girl for him.
After he fucks me raw and then soaps me off with reverent hands, I dress in the most beautiful red silk dress, all plunging necklines and slits up my thigh. I feel like a goddess in it and the fire in mon Monstre’s eyes has my pussy clenching. He wears all black. Jeans, a button-up shirt and his leather jacket. We look like the most sinful couple, like a sophisticated aristocrat on the arm of the most dangerous man and I revel in the looks we get as we head out into the warm