“That’s convenient for you.” Dalt stood up to take off his clothes. Then, going to the shower, he turned the water on. “You’ll be safe behind locked doors.”
Rinsing out her mouth, she spat in the sink. “Then call in to the store tomorrow and tell Charline that you’re not feeling well and are concerned for her and the customers’ safety.”
“Don’t think I won’t. Have you seen Gavin lately?” Dalt stepped into the shower. “He told me to call him Reaper.”
“Damn. Now you’ve got me wanting to see him.”
Dalt closed the shower door on her excited expression. “You want to see him, he’ll be back at jewelry on Friday. One of the watches he bought was special order.”
“Friday? I don’t have any plans. If he didn’t recognize you, Gavin won’t recognize me. You were the one biting the fuck out of his neck.”
Dalt’s cock got hard at the memory Lisa was evoking. “You don’t want to finish?” he asked thickly.
“No, I need to turn the oven off. I picked dinner up from King’s. I left it on low, but if I don’t get out, it won’t be worth eating. Hurry up with your shower. I have a surprise for you.” Taking her towel off, she flung it over the shower, then pressed her breasts against the clear shower door to torment him.
“Bitch!” he yelled out teasingly as she walked out of the room.
Fuck dinner. Rushing his shower, Dalt washed and rinsed his hair before getting out to dry off.
He dressed in the tan pants and blue, tailored shirt that Lisa had left out for him to wear. His wife was a stickler about what he wore outside and inside the house. The only opportunities when he was given something less expensive to wear was when they went on one of their hunts for prey.
Grimacing, Dalt had to shift his cock to be able to zip his pants up at the memory of having Gavin under his control. Having him had been some of best sex of his life … until Slate had ruined him with his mistreatment. The fucking sadist couldn’t understand that you had to take care of a thoroughbred like Gavin. You didn’t run him into the ground until he had nothing left to give.
Slipping loafers on, Dalt went downstairs, seeing Lisa already seated at the dinner table.
Walking farther into the room, he came to a dead stop at the man seated at the table.
“Surprise.”
Chapter Forty-Four
“I told your wife I didn’t want to interrupt your dinner.” Reaper waved the gun he was holding at the empty chair. “Don’t be shy. Eat.”
Dalt West slowly sat down on the chair across the table from his wife.
Coldly watching Lisa West force herself to eat the steak on her plate, Reaper turned the gun back on Dalt. “I said eat.”
His eyes flicked downward as Dalt reached for the steak knife beside the plate.
“Go ahead. Don’t worry.” Reaper laid the gun down in front of him. “I don’t plan to use it until you force me to.” Reaper laughed so hard that he had to use the palm of his hands against the table to stop himself. Finally managing to gain control of his wayward emotions, Reaper was able to resume talking. “Sorry, I guess I’m a little emotional at seeing you two again. I would say it’s a pleasure getting reacquainted with you, but I didn’t get any pleasure the first time.”
“I have money. We can give you however much you want,” Dalt said through pale lips.
“In case you’re unaware of my financial status, I paid for my purchases today with a debit card. I don’t have any need for your fucking money. I have more than enough to last me for my lifetime.”
“Please don’t hurt us.”
Despite his hatred of the woman, Reaper didn’t find it easy to hear her tear-filled plea.
“I’m not going to lay a hand on either of you. I just want some information, and then I’ll leave you alone to finish your dinner.”
Dalt narrowed his doubting gaze on him. “You’re not going to let us live.”
“Why not?”
“You’d be afraid we’d report you to the state police.”
“That’s the last thing you’d do. You know I’ll be forced to tell them what sick fuckers you two are. And you are sick. Both of you are too sick to breathe the same air I do. No, what I’m here for is simple. Where is Slate?”
“We don’t … don’t know,” Lisa stuttered through her sobs when he turned his ferocious gaze back to her.
“I didn’t think so, but I was hoping you did.”
“You believe me?”
“Of course. Why would you lie? It’s not like your lives depends on giving me the information I want.” Reaper started playing with the gun, pointing the barrel at Lisa.
“How did you start using Slate’s services?” he asked Dalt.
“Memphis introduced us to him.”
“Ah … my acquaintance with Memphis just keeps on giving … even though he’s dead now.”
“He’s dead?” Lisa and Dalt asked at the same time.
“Don’t worry; I wasn’t the one responsible.”
“Crash told us he moved back to Ohio.”
“Of course … Crash. Let’s not forget about that backstabbing fucker.” Reaper gave a harsh laugh. “I imagine he didn’t want to scare you off … Not that The Count or Vamp could be scared so easily. I do have to take the blame for his death.” Curling his lips in disgust, Reaper felt dirty being in the same room with them.
“You know what really fucks with my fucking mind? How a seemingly normal, attractive couple such as yourselves could stoop so low as to rape a man not once … but over … and over. Now, that’s what really fucks with me!” Slamming the gun down with the barrel pointing this time at Dalt, Reaper directed his next question to Lisa. “It was the biting, wasn’t it? You didn’t want him leaving marks on your neck the way he did mine.” As he ran his hand down the side of his neck, Lisa’s eye followed the movement. “The tattoos cover them, but the scars are there. They always will be.” He slammed the gun down again, still pointed at Dalt. “Answer me!”
“I didn’t want him biting me,” she admitted.
“That’s what I thought.” He pointed the barrel at Lisa. “She got her kicks out of you raping and biting me, didn’t she?”
“Yes.” The fucker couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Wow, you two are some sick motherfuckers. I have to give you two props … During my stay with Slate, both of you were the most disgusting pieces of worthless shit who fucked me. I can’t say either of you are even human beings. You got off on playing an imaginary game because neither of you were willing to take the pain you inflicted on me, and because I was so fucking drugged I can’t even remember how many times you used me. Lucky me, I have a copy of your hard drive to give me that number. Do you know how many times?”
“No.” Lisa was the first to get her answer out.
“Dalt? How about you? And remember where that gun is pointed,” Reaper advised.
Terrified, Dalt answered, “Twenty-six.”
“Twenty-six fucking times I had your dick up my ass. You and Lisa paid to be the first to rape me ….