Page 119 of Connor's Claim
She found her phone in her dress pocket and tossed it my way.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Piers roared.
Daring, I activated the camera and held it up. Cassie’s confidence bolstered mine.
Posing for the camera, she held up Piers’ ruined underwear on her outstretched finger. “Wannabe rapist Piers Roache pissed his pants when two women decided to take him on. He’s tied to a chair and bleeding, and from the smell of the guy, he’s sitting in his own shite, too.”
“Stop recording, you fucking whore,” Piers screamed.
This time, I smiled. The words didn’t hurt me. In fact, I wanted more of them as he suffered.
“Let’s see what Piers is packing.” Cassie tossed the soggy boxers and knelt to peer at the prisoner’s lap. “I spy a worm.”
A laugh flew from my lips. “A button mushroom, I’d call it.”
Piers bucked, trying to knee Cassie in the head. He stilled when her blade touched his shrivelled dick. It appeared to shrink further, the foreskin mottled and patchy.
“Looks to me like the mushroom dick Piers is hiding in his pants is disease riddled,” I observed.
Cassie tipped the knife up to hook his foreskin. Piers stopped breathing. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her focus on him while she spoke to me. “Keep filming but take a photo,” she ordered. “Make sure I’m in it as well as Piers’ face and his sad little mushroom dick.”
I did, the camera capture loud in the sparse office.
Cassie nodded, her humour gone and pure malice in how she regarded her prey. “I’m going to upload that shot and tag ye so everyone who looks up your sorry arse sees it.”
“I have his account information,” I said. I’d found him online. He mostly followed gym bros and alpha male accounts, alongside corporations he aspired to work for.
She acknowledged me, still holding his attention. “I’m going to explain how disgusting ye are and how no woman is safe around ye. And even if ye block my accounts, I’m going to upload it once a week with your name attached so any poor lass who comes into your orbit is bound to find it. That, I do for the safety of womankind. You’re lucky we don’t eradicate ye altogether. It would serve the purpose better.”
She drew the blade up, piercing his taut skin so he released a horrified whimper into his stunned silence. Blood bloomed at the site. Spittle formed at the corners of his mouth.
“The video, on the other hand, is our collateral. Fuck any of us over again and I’ll upload it everywhere and tag your employer, colleagues, your family, every person ye follow or who follows ye. The lot. Think I care about getting arrested? Guess again. I will happily go down for the crime of ending ye, and believe me, cross us again and I will.”
Piers nodded, once and quickly.
One touch of his dick and he’d crumbled. The rage hadn’t left his gaze but was there in his jerky breaths. In his deathly white-cold skin.
“Keep the knife there.” Connor crouched next to Cassie and regarded Piers. “Tell me, Roache, have ye ever killed a woman?”
“No,” he released. “What would be the point? I can’t fuck a corpse.”
I’d half forgotten that he was a suspect, too.
Cassie repeated the names she’d asked of the councillors. Cherry, Natasha, Amelia. He denied them all with the same disdain, nothing to clue me in to a lie.
Which left no information gained from the interrogation. I was glad to have revenge on those who’d crossed me, though. That tasted sweet.
Cassie cocked her head at Connor. “I know ye said not to cut any pieces off this one, but I’ve always wondered how they do a circumcision.”
Connor smiled.
Piers’ screams filled the basement, and nobody but him batted an eye.
Chapter 40
Connor
Through the warehouse, I stalked Everly. I spared enough attention to be sure the place was secure and operating normally, and to check my phone for Arran’s progress, then I was driving my lass into the lift.