Page 29 of Devil's Sinner
“Trust me, darling. I have enough hatred in my heart for your whole family, but you won’t be my problem anymore after you sign Connor’s contract. You’ll be nice and pacified, just like your sister.” A light chuckle echoed in Winter’s throat.
“One by marriage and one by contract.” I sighed. “It sounds like you’re getting everything you want.”
“What’s the plan, sweetheart?” She leaned back. “Did you think you could cuddle with me and ask sweet little questions until I told you everything? I didn’t get this far in life being stupid. The only mistake I ever made was marrying Dominic Windsor. I haven’t made a single one since.”
“I’m just curious. It’s not like I have anyone to tell…” I tried to keep my voice calm as I spoke, despite wanting to throttle the bitch I was sitting with.
“That’s true, but you know everything you need to know. Tonight, you’ll find out just how much I hate little Cabot whores when you get a taste of my hairbrush.” She squeezed me tighter. “You might not have screamed for Connor, but when you’re over my knee, the moment you scream is the moment your torment truly begins.”
“You won’t break me, Ms. Sloane.” I pulled away from her embrace.
“Everyone thinks they can’t be broken until they are.” She pushed me off her knee as I was pulling away and I landed with a thud at her feet. “You’ve been beaten by a man, but you’ve never been punished by a woman. I know there are limits that go beyond being broken. The dark place where hope is lost forever and you will do anything to have a taste of humanity again. That’s where you’re going tonight, Violet, and you may never find your way back.”
I stared at Winter as she stood and walked to the door. I wanted to say something. Something that was laced with defiance. Something that showed her I hadn’t lost my will to fight.
But I didn’t know what to say. Winter actually managed to terrify me because I believed she meant every word she said. She was the living embodiment of cruelty and malice.
Connor was a child compared to her.
If she was behind everything, then I’d suffer. I might not get any closer to the truth, but nobody could keep their guard up forever. I hoped I could hang onto enough of my humanity to make the torment worth it.
I didn’t want to accept my fate, but I mentally forced myself to do it. I wasn’t going to let Devlin give up his fortune to save me. I knew how hard he worked to get away from Dominic. How important it was for him to be his own man.
Deep down, I cared about Devlin a lot more than I should have. The love that had been inside me since I was a little girl never really left.
If everything I was going to endure was for nothing, then I hoped he would at least honor his agreement and save my father.
Chapter 11
Devlin
Gettingtomyfather'shouse unnoticed was going to be a problem, so I kept the plan under wraps, making sure only the men involved knew what was happening.
I sat in a black limousine with tinted windows with seven of my men sitting in the back with me. As we pulled up to the front gates of my father's estate, the guard gave us a suspicious glance and I rolled down the window, addressing him directly.
"I'm here to see my father. He'll know what it's about."
"Of course, Sir." The guard tapped the roof of the car and opened the gates for us, and the car slowly made its way onto the property.Well, that was fucking easy. Too easy...
As soon as we were out of the guard's view, I got out of the limo and ignored the men filing out behind me. It took them minutes to subdue my father's men, and by the time I rang the doorbell, there would be no one left to protect him.
The door opened a moment later, and my men silenced the guard at the door in a split second. I heard my father calling out from inside the house, wondering who was at the door. I didn't answer, instead allowing my anger to build up deep within me until it reached its shocking crescendo.
By the time Dominic Windsor appeared in the doorframe, I was fucking ready.
"Devlin," he said, glancing at me, then at the men behind me, with their guns at the ready. "What a pleasant..."
He never got to finish that thought.
I slammed my fist into my father's face instantly. He groaned, stumbling back as my men entered the house, making quick work of the few guards left inside. My father was still grumbling on the floor as I grabbed his salt-and-pepper hair and dragged him into the house, throwing him against the wall unceremoniously. There was a loud crack and he gripped his bloody nose.
"You fucking asshole," he cried out. "You broke my nose!"
"Do I look like I give a shit?" I snarled, advancing on him. "You're going to tell me where the hell she is, and you're going to do it right the fuck now."
"Who?" my father demanded, staring at me with rage for a moment before laughing out loud. "Is this about that goddamn Cabot girl again?"
I remained quiet and he groaned. I'd had enough. Grabbing him by his shirt collar, I lifted him up, slamming him against the wall. "Tell me where the hell you're keeping her. Or else."