Deception (Mafia Daddies #3)

Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

Rocco

I drop the kickstand and peer up at the mansion before me, and with a low whistle, I take it in. Everything about it screams money, but it doesn’t scream power. If it did, there would be cameras on every corner, security on the gates, and bodyguards keeping little Blair Hardwick in check. Instead, the heir to the Hardwick Legal Dynasty has none of it.

The dumbasses think living in an influential area where crime is merely in the underbelly of society keeps them safe from harm’s way.

Wrong.

So fucking wrong.

Call the wrong man’s girl a cock tease, and nothing will keep you safe. Not even daddy’s money.

Especially from a monster. A man like me born and bred in the very underbelly of modern society while maintaining the dignified silence their society insists on. I’m the boogeyman in the shadows, the orchestrator of nightmares, and tonight, Blair Hardwick will never speak a bad word again.

He will face fears he never knew he had.

A rush of exhilaration floods my entire body as I climb the wall with ease and drop down onto the ground with a huff. Then I saunter across the well-manicured lawns and head straight toward the French doors. The fancy doors are no deterrent as I take my knife from my shoulder holster and flick it open. I have an array of toys to play with tonight, but this one is by far my favorite, especially knowing Hallie comes on it like a geyser.

I use the knife to pry the door open with well-practiced ease. Then I push into the office, listening for any clue that I might have disturbed the Hardwick family.

Nothing.

When I asked Silas to check over the floor plans, he delivered me with the exact route I need to take to get to the prick’s bedroom. As I make my way toward the back staircase, I do so while knowing this entire wing is his, but tonight, it’s my playing field to deliver justice.

Slowly, I turn the handle to his bedroom door and step inside. Every cell in my body is alive with adrenaline. This is what I do best, what I’ve been trained to do, and like the deranged man I am, I fucking love it.

He’s snoring in his bed, laid out like a starfish on his back, and my lip quirks at how easy he’s made it for me.

From my holster, I withdraw a set of ropes and tape. Using a technique my father taught me, I create two loops and loosely drape them over his feet and the bedpost. The moment he moves, they will tighten like a snare. Then I repeat the action with his wrists, loosely binding them, ready for his fight.

His breathing changes, as if finally recognizing something touching him, but he drifts back into the deep sleep and loud snores fill the room.

I tilt my head as I analyze him and can’t help but wonder if he will make the same noise when he no longer has his tongue?

Rolling out the tape, I rip a piece off and, in a flash, I slap it over his mouth. His eyes dart open as he thrashes about on the bed like a fish out of water. I laugh maniacally at my thoughts, then switch on the lamp beside his bed. His eyes widen as they take me in, and his chest rises and falls in panic.

“That’s right, little Blair boy, it’s the new kid who needs to learn his place.” I walk around the bed and tighten the restraints, loving that he attempts to lash out but remains incapacitated. I chuckle when he exhales through his nostrils and his face reddens. “Oh, and let’s not forget the way you called Ms. Davis a cock tease.” Using her surname feels like acid on my tongue, and I withdraw my knife, reveling in the way it brings me comfort and him fear.

With his eyes locked on mine, I slide the blade into my mouth, licking the coldness of it. Pressing it deeper, adrenaline flashes through me when copper hits my tastebuds, and even better, I swear I can still taste the tang of her sweet pussy as I work my tongue down the handle. Swiping my blood across my cheek, I smirk down at him.

He sobs and thrashes about while I shrug off my jacket, coolly placing it on his study chair, then I climb onto the bed and straddle his broad chest. He’s a quarterback, so he’s broad, and in that moment, I’m half tempted to maim him enough to destroy his career too.

The guy looks fit to explode. Every vein pulsates on his face, protruding so perfectly that if my knife pierced just one of them, I could create the perfect canvas of retribution with his blood.

I drag the tip of the blade down his face, sliding it through the sweat now coating his skin. “You shouldn’t have called her anything bad, Blair.” He sniffles as sweat beads down his face. “I warned you, but you didn’t listen.” A sob catches in his throat as he bucks up in a lame attempt to throw me off him. “Now you’ve left me no choice but to make sure you never speak a bad word about her again. Do you understand?”

He nods, with a muffled sound behind his gag.

“I’m not sure you do.” I tilt my head to the side.

He protests behind the tape as my knife digs into his chin, forcing his head up and exposing those glorious juicy veins on his neck. I lick my lips and try to stay on target.

My plan is to incapacitate the kid, not kill him. Not unless absolutely necessary, anyway.

“When I leave this room, you so much as acknowledge her or mention me being here, and I will cut off your cock. Do you understand?”

A strangled noise leaves his throat.

“Good. Now it’s time for me to ensure you never speak badly again. Take your punishment like a man, and I’ll be done with you. Understand?”

Tears fill his eyes, and I withdraw my knife to give him the opportunity to nod, which he does. The stench of piss filling the room only adds to my heightened state. I’ve become accustomed to the way a victim begs, and it only gets my cock hard. Until now, I never had a way to satiate it, but knowing I can sink into my girl when I leave here has me slicing through the center of the tape.

I push my fingers into his cheeks before he has time to speak, forcing his tongue from his mouth and offering it to me on a silver platter.

A heavy cry has me taking pity on him. Where I’d normally drag the punishment out to inflict the most pain possible, I decide to handle Blair’s punishment quickly. Besides, the sooner I get this over with, the quicker I can get back and fill her with my cum.

I slice through his organ, and his eyes bulge as blood spurts out of his mouth and he chokes, spluttering the mess over his bed sheets. Happy with the knowledge he won’t so much as utter another word, I slide off the bed, then tuck my knife away. I grab my jacket and slip it on, then head toward the door, unable to stop myself from whistling with the buzz of the adrenaline ravishing my veins, making me appear all the more crazed.

With my hand on the door handle, I glance over my shoulder. “Don’t forget, Blair. I can make this a whole lot worse.”

He nods profusely as I step through the door safe with the knowledge the kid won’t breathe a damn word, and he sure as shit won’t be saying it either.