CHAPTER 4 ~ THE DEVIL’S BARGAIN

DOOM’S POV

I listened in silence, arms folded across my chest, while Sally recounted everything, each word carving a deeper scar into my patience. I stood up, pacing around my office angrily.

The date with Frank, the setup, the drugged wine. How the bastard tried to force himself on her, how she pushed him, and he died. Then waking up in a hospital bed, only to hear the two people she thought she could trust, plotting her destruction while they moaned and fucked beside her unconscious body.

Pamela and Kelvin are fucked and that's a fact... Two fucking insects who had the audacity to betray my girl.

My jaw clenched, and the air in my study went heavy.

Sally’s voice broke at one point, and I noticed her fingers trembling. She tried to hide it, but I saw, I always fucking saw. The sight of her like this made my blood turn molten with rage.

She stopped talking, that was all I needed to hear.

"Fuck." I cursed as I slammed my fist onto the desk with a crack that made her flinch, then I roared. "VICTOR!"

The door flew open like a bomb had gone off, Victor stood, unshaken, hand already near his gun like a trained killer.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"Kelvin, Pamela. I want them alive." My voice was quiet, but it carried power. "I don’t care if they are buried in hell or hiding under God’s ballsack. I need you to drag them out, chain them if you have to. BRING THEM TO ME." I instructed, making sure to emphasize the last part.

Victor nodded, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "It will be a pleasure." He vanished without another word.

I turned back to Sally, who was looking up at me with a mix of fear and awe as she mindlessly played with her necklace.

I stepped toward her, slowly, and crouched so we were eye level. "Listen carefully, princess. I am going to fix this, I will bury that video, pull the cops off your scent, and I will give you every drop of revenge your beautiful, broken heart desires.'

Relief flickered in her eyes but I wasn’t done, not yet.

"In return…" I leaned closer. "…you are going to do two things for me."

She blinked. "What?"

"For the first thing, I will tell you when the time is right." I stated.

"Okay, and the second?" She asked curiously.

"You are staying here, in this house. With me, no more hiding, no more running. You belong here.”

Her brows drew together. "I… Dante..."

"Doom." I corrected, voice tight.

She sighed. "Fine, I will stay but I am sleeping in my own room."

I arched a brow. "Why?'

"You know why."

I smirked, folding my arms across my chest. "Enlighten me, princess."

She groaned. "You know what you do to me, I can’t control myself around you. You so much as breathe near me, and I am ready to jump you, sharing a room with you is dangerous."

I chuckled low and dark. "And what the hell’s wrong with that? If I remember correctly, and I do... we have already fucked. Three times."

Her cheeks flamed. "That was a mistake."

"Three times, princess?" I cocked my head. "You can’t call that a mistake anymore, that’s a habit."

"Whatever." She muttered. "It’s not happening again."

I stood slowly, walking back to my desk and reclining against it. "Why the hell not?"

"Because…" She looked down. "It’s incest... You are my Zio."

I rolled my eyes. “That word makes my fucking skin crawl, I know what we are and you know how much I hate you calling me that. Besides fucking my niece is not the worst thing I have done but hearing you call me uncle feels worse than a bullet wound."

I know she's blood,but I am only five years older and honestly, I don't give a fuck about our blood ties, I want what I want and right about now, I want her.

She pouted, crossing her arms. She looked like a pissed-off kitten, too damn cute for her own good.

I walked over, hooked my finger under her chin, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Fine, stay in your room, lock the door, hang a damn crucifix on it if it helps but tonight… I want you in my bed."

She opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off.

"I won’t touch you unless you beg me to, I just want you there. Where I can hold you, where I can sleep knowing you are fucking safe. That’s all."

She hesitated… then finally nodded. "Fine."

She stood up and walked out but before she disappeared, I added darkly. "And don’t think I have forgotten what you did."

She froze in the doorway.

"I am glad you killed Frank." I growled. "Because if he had touched even a fucking strand of your hair, I would have ripped his guts out and fed them to his own dog." That's if he had any.

She turned to look at me, stunned, and wide-eyed.

I took a step forward, my voice a sinful whisper now. "But princess, I still need to punish you."

Her lips parted slightly.

"For giving your body to that bastard Kelvin." I assured her and she sucked in a sharp breath.

My smile was wicked. "When I get my hands on him… I am going to barbecue his dick and eat it right in front of him. Slowly for touching what belongs to me."

I closed the distance between us in three steps and brushed her cheek with the back of my hand. "You are mine, princess. All mine and if you keep fucking other men…"

My voice dipped into something primal.

"Well, I will never stop killing them."

She didn’t speak, she just stared at me like I was both the devil she feared and the one she needed. Which, let’s be honest... I was.

Moments later, Victor returned, breathless.

"Boss, the shipment’s ready. They need your signature before we roll."

I nodded. "I will be right there." I said before Victor turned and left.

I looked out the window, jaw tight. I felt a little guilty for what happened to her because let's face it, she left the estate because of me... I was a walking temptation but the good part was, someone else will be the scapegoat, Kelvin.

He will pay for ever hurting her, for even coming in contact with her and most important, for fucking what's mine... Her body, mind and soul belongs to me. Doom Castillo.