Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,64

him to slip out of my grip. This feels like fucking failure.

I’m going to have to see if the little girl has answers for me. She may be innocent, but she’s not stupid. I imagine with the right methods that I could coax information out of her she didn’t even know she had. For two weeks, I’ve treated her cruelly, like a worthless pet in hopes that when I’m ready to break her, she’ll snap in a satisfying way I feel all the way down to my soul. Each time I pay her a visit to feed her or take her to the bathroom, I make sure to remind her who owns her now, even if it means a belt to the ass. Her eyes might hate me, but her body craves my warmth and touch. It’s evident in the way her pert nipples harden in my presence or the way her pale flesh turns pink. Sometimes, I even scent a hint of her arousal. The girl doesn’t even realize how much she craves for me to own her body and soul. And when I’m inside her one day soon, her fragile mind will snap in half the moment she realizes she will never be able to hate me, but instead desires everything I have to offer her.

“Turn around,” I tell Roscoe. “We’re going back.”

He pulls a U-turn in the middle of the road to return home. My blood buzzes in my veins as I imagine how I’ll extract the information from Melody. She lost most of her spirit the night she tried to run two weeks ago, but I drained her of the rest of it, drip by drip, every day after.

“Call Bo and tell him we’re headed back,” I grumble to Roscoe.

Roscoe tries calling him, but he doesn’t answer. “On the shitter.”

He chuckles, but I’m not in a playful mood. When I get home, I’m going to drag her lethargic ass out of bed and whip the answers out of her if I have to. She’s his daughter, so it’s a possibility she might know the location of his hideouts. If not, I’ll enjoy interrogating her nonetheless. I’ll figure out what the fuck is going on with that bastard one way or another.

It takes forty minutes to get back home. I leave Roscoe to bring our bags into the house, since we will no longer be spending the weekend in the city. The house is quiet when I enter. Before I can call out to Bo, I hear a scream. Her scream.

Irritation spikes through me. If she’s having one of her crying fits of despair again, I’m going to lose my shit. I don’t have the patience today for these childish tantrums. I take the steps two at a time, already unbuckling my belt, so I can get right to my interrogation.

“Come on, baby, let me in.”

Icy fury splinters through me at hearing the voice on the other side of the door. With a calm I’m not sure I knew even existed, I twist the knob and open the door. Naked as the day he was born, Bo is trying to pin down Melody as she thrashes. His dick is in his grip, but he can’t seem to get it inside her. Her terrified eyes meet mine.

A plea shines in her green eyes.

Protect me.

With practiced ease and zero hesitation, I pull my Glock from my shoulder holster under my suit jacket, aim, and squeeze the trigger.

Bang!

Her screams cease almost immediately. Bo fails at his attempt of rape since his brain matter paints the wall and headboard, making it impossible for him to perform. His body falls limp on top of hers, his arm curled around her as though they’re in a lover’s embrace.

“What the actual fuck?” Roscoe growls from behind me, his breathing labored from rushing up the stairs.

“I thought I made it clear the girl was not to be touched,” I say to him, as I replace my gun in my holster. “Seems he was confused.”

Green eyes remain locked on mine. Blood splatter coats her face and hair, making her look a bit unhinged. She doesn’t cry or whimper. Simply tracks my movement as I approach the bed.

“He’s warm,” she says, her lashes blinking slowly as though she’s in a daze. “So warm.”

I lift my leg and press my shoe against his shoulder before pushing him off her body. “Not for long, Tesoro. He’ll be ice cold soon.” I motion at Bo’s corpse that’s sprawled out on