Joy had beaten Georgio's men to Uncle Benny's disgusting ass compound by at least fifteen minutes, so by the time that anyone made it there to stop her, she had already hung Uncle Benny from the ceiling by his wrists on a large pair of hooks that she had brought in her bag. She was calmly singing her song and unpacking her torture bag neatly onto a nearby table. The dirty little man was crying and begging for her to stop. Little did he know, that was just making things even worse for him.
She heard the helicopter coming in and landing outside. The one that she thought was carrying Georgio's men, but she never waivered. She heard the men rush the house and discover all of the bad guys that she had just swept out, room by room, but she kept right on singing and preparing her tools. She never even missed a beat. She heard the men commenting and remarking on the sheer savageness of what they were seeing. That made her smile.
She knew that they would
Cat was in a wonderfully happy mood when she entered her and Josh's rooms and found him on the phone talking to someone feverishly. Cat stood quietly in the doorway with a glass of afternoon wine in her hand, and she listened as she tried to figure out just what in the heck the problem was. Josh hung the phone up and he turned to greet her. "Everything okay?" She asked him in a concerned manner. "Not really, I think I'm going to have to go home and deal with some things at the club. It probably wouldn't hurt for you to go look after your record store, too," Josh explained to her cooly. He had been pretending not to notice how close her and Queen Rebecca had been becoming lately, but there was no real way that anyone could be that blind. Their relationship had been cooling off quite a bit because of it. Cat tried to look like it didn't bother her to leave the castle and the queen, but Josh could see right through it. He didn't say much, just that
Della and Queen Rebecca were having wine together privately in the Queen's rooms. Della tried to cheer her sister up, but she wasn't exactly sure yet about why she was so sad at the moment. Della was mid-sentence when a knock came at the door. She stopped what she was saying and got up to answer it. It was Caine, he didn't really say anything as he handed her the note that Cat had left for her, and he walked away. Della looked a little confused as she read the note silently to herself, and then she looked up at her sister with big, sad, knowing eyes. Queen Rebecca couldn't hold it in anymore and her tears started to fall all on their own, as she stared at the floor in silence. Della didn't say a word as she quickly crossed the room and took her sister in her arms. She just held her and rocked her gently as she cried. When she was finished crying, Della wiped her sister's tears away and told her to smile anyways. Even though it hurt to the bone, she still
It was dark when she opened her deep green eyes. She couldn't remember exactly when she had gone to sleep. Clutching the side of her pounding, groggy head, she tried to remember the night before. As she slowly regained her senses, she realized that she was naked, and alone. She was in a strange room, and in a strange house. Illuminated only by a large candelabra standing in a corner across the room. Panic set in as she tried to gain her bearings, her eyes began to desperately search the big, beautifully decorated room that she had mysteriously found herself in. 'Where in the hell am I?' She wondered to herself. She tried to stand up, but she quickly realized that the lush silk sheets were hiding a horrifying secret. She had been bound, by a fairly long, thick piece of chain by the ankle to the bed. It was heavy, and padlocked into place! "OH MY GOD!" Della cried as her eyes caught sight of her battered reflection in the mirror that was plac
Della could not believe the crap that she had just heard come from the man called Mister's mouth. Her eyes were wild and angry at the moment and her mind was in instant overdrive. Was he crazy? Did he really not know who he was dealing with??? Of course he will save her! He is her father, and her hero. And why in the hell does this man keep calling her "kitten?" This was all just to much. Della instantly stood up and tried to speak. She moved her mouth violently and tried to say her peace, but nothing came out, as hard as she tried...no sounds at all. She was mute! She was suddenly frantic and angry and wanted to leave. Mister came from around the desk to try to calm her down, but when he came near her, she made a huge step backwards to avoid his touch. When she did that, she crashed into the couch and involuntarily sat down with a hard plop. They both looked surprised for a moment. The man finally stepped over in front of her and lowered himself
When the door was opened for Della to leave the room it was eerily quiet, too quiet for there to be a party going on. There were not even any house staff that could be seen. 'Has he even given the house staff a pass to the party? Or did it just take them all to run the event?' Della wondered to herself as she was being escorted to the staging area behind the back doors of the ballroom. Della was uneasy about the silence, so she turned to the young maid on her left and she tried to read her face. She had very long strawberry blonde hair with long ringlets in it. She had a tiny frame and captivating blue eyes, that weren't giving away a damn thing. That was all in stark contrast to the second young maid, who had white blonde hair. It was shoulder length and straight as a board. She was slightly smaller than the first girl but every bit as fair. It was obvious from their features that they were somehow related, they even seemed to communicate with ea
When Mister returned to Della's side in the waiting area, he had a HUGE smile on his face, "Hello again, Kitten, you look absolutely stunning tonight," he said in a voice so sweet that it made her want to puke. Although he was indeed handome as hell in the cobalt blue taylored suit he had on, Della was instantly furious. She did not dare to ask what had happened in the study, even if she could. In her heart she felt that she already knew. She was sure that he had caught Caine trying to rescue her and that most likely....Caine was dead. She started to panic again, but she somehow managed to keep it together. She wanted to hit him, or worse...she wanted to kill him. It took everything inside of her to keep calm and to not just bust him in the side of the head with the champagne bottle that was sitting in the ice bucket before her. 'Just breathe....just breathe...' she said to herself over and over on the inside. Jus
Caine, John and the two other men they had with them, all tried to slip out quietly, but the party was coming to an end and there were people starting to show up everywhere. They stepped out of the study and looked from left to right. They were on the second floor hallway, looking down over the main living area of the castle. This place was oversized in every way. It looked like it had been built for giants. All the ceilings were two or three stories high, the doors were all heavy oak. They were giant and they were all carved with scenes that looked like they were taken straight from a very twisted story book. There were whimsical figures in all types of settings, doing all kinds of things. Some were dancing by fire or fishing in a stream, but some were engaging in some very questionable acts. One even seemed to have a fairy wedding going on. It was incredible, someone had clearly put a lot of time into these. Caine kind of wished he could
Della sat under the hot shower for a long, long time. She tried to clear her mind and relax a little, in hopes of remembering exactly what in the hell had happened the night before. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, but nothing would come to her at all. She was usually such a careful person, she just didn't understand what could have happened. She was always in the company of people she trusted and never left her drinks unattended at any parties. Just how the hell had this happened?? She was so damn mad at her stupid self, and she was also so damned confused by her father's behavior tonight. 'Like really, what the hell?' She thought to herself as she cried. She was so tired, and her muscles were aching. She just wanted to sleep in Caine's arms for a while, and forget about everything that has happened over the last two days. She wished more than anything to see him again. Her heart was sore and her mind was numb. Sh