Page 35 of Breaking Rosalind
“The removal boys will come down in ten minutes to reinstall your furniture in the basement.”
“Fine,” I growl. “Anything else?”
“Find out who hired her, and how she hid from the cameras. Keep us updated.”
Benito turns on his heel and walks across the lawn. I glare at his back, wondering if he thinks I’m just tormenting her for my own pleasure. Admittedly, I enjoy watching Rosalind squirm, but I wanted to get the answers in my own time.
Instead of walking around the front of the pool house, I continue around its perimeter to the back. My gaze follows the security camera, which swivels with my movement. I climb in through the bathroom window and land in a low crouch, trying to retrace the steps Rosalind made while sneaking about and gathering intel. She’ll expect me to walk in through the door, and I want to observe her from another angle.
A female voice sounds from the other room, making my breath catch. Did she break free and remove the gag? I hurry to the door and crack it open.
The voice doesn’t belong to Rosalind, but Roman’s woman from the balcony. I’m pretty sure her name was Emberly. She’s frozen in the middle of the room, staring at Rosalind, horrified.
Chuckling, I take off my shirt and roll my shoulders. It’s time to give her a little show. I step out, my gaze raking up and down her body. She’s tall and wiry, with unruly curls, huge green eyes and without Rosalind’s impressive tits.
“Have you come to play?” I ask with a raised brow.
Her eyes widen, and she stammers, her voice raising an octave with each incoherent word. I advance on her with a grin, making her skitter backward. As soon as she turns her back, I roar with laughter.
Poor Roman. The only thing wild about that woman is her hair. And maybe her temper. For once in my twenty-four years of life, I have the more exciting toy.
Rosalind releases an incoherent tirade.
I turn back to where she’s splayed out on the chair. “Don’t worry, pet. Nothing could ever captivate both my heart and my cock as completely as the way you take my revolver.”
Her features twist into a rictus of fury. I close the distance between us and stick my fingers through the ring gag and down her throat. Rosalind chokes, her eyes watering.
“We don’t have much time, so I’ll make this quick. Are you ready to answer my questions?”
Nodding, she loosens a tear.
She must have noticed I didn’t spin the revolver’s barrel, increasing her odds of being eviscerated in the next round of pussy roulette. No assassin, no matter how well trained, can survive a bullet tearing through her internal organs.
I pull my fingers out of her mouth and trace the wet trail with my tongue. Rosalind tries to jerk away, but I hold her steady by the neck.
“When I remove your gag, all I want to hear from you is the truth. Is that understood?”
She nods.
“Alright.” I reach behind her head, unbuckle the leather straps, and slip the ring from behind her teeth.
Rosalind breathes hard, her features tight, her pretty hazel eyes burning with fiery hatred. “What do you want to know?”
“What’s the name of your firm?”
She swallows. “The Moirai Group.”
“And your client?”
“Capello.”
“Which one?”
“I don’t know,” she rasps.
“How many of us were you sent to kill?”
She hesitates.