Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 39

Mordecai's

POV

"Take me home," I growled at the driver.

The man pulled away from the curb easily as I glared down at the pages. Matt's words echoed in my ears.

Goodwill and all that.

The little bastard was smart. Too smart. I'd told Ben a thousand times over not to waste his time with that dumbass, Wade. Matt was his mother's child.

My lips twitched; a new wave of fury washed through me. I was so furious I could barely read the pages in the folder. Felix was a smart bastard, conniving to take my offer only after he'd already sold Club Heaven. He'd saved his a*s and still made it so I couldn't have Cindy.

His f*****g debts were of my making. I had it all planned to have Club Heaven firmly in hand. Repossessing the pretty little catamite I'd sent to Club Heaven and finally getting my hands on Cindy were just added benefits.

I was certain that Matt knew that much. If he'd managed to dig up information that I didn't even know, he knew about my plots to take over Club Heaven and probably why.

Tax fraud, co-mingled funds, deals made under my nose that I didn't get even a piece of were spelled out with so much detail, I doubted Matt had given me bullshit.

If anything, he'd only just given me enough to make me go looking and make me agreeable.

I tried to reel in my fury as the car slowed to a stop in front of the house. Steven greeted me at the door. I shoved the folder into his arms.

"Check this. I want every detail you can get me on this folder and what the f**k Matt has been doing while in Midnight."

"As you wish, Alpha."

"And make arrangements for some fresh meat."

"Of course."

I stomped away from him and went to my playroom before yelling at one of my servants.

"Bring me a girl. A brunette. Older."

The man hurried away as I started to get undressed, furious and quaking with rage.

A knock sounded on the door.

"It's open."

My guard dragged in a teary-eyed young woman. She was probably in her twenties. I grinned.

"Good choice. Go."

The guard left, leaving the trembling naked woman just inside the door. She kept her eyes to the ground. I crossed the room and grabbed her by the arm. She barely let out a whimper as I dragged her to the ground and forced her legs apart.

A little frightened gasp escaped her. She shrieked in pain as I shove my c**k into her. The sound of it, the heat, and the faint scent of blood made my blood boil.

I wrapped a hand around her throat as I thrust into her. She tightened around me and kicked as if she thought she could escape. Her eyes welled with tears as her face began to change colors. I imagined Cindy's face turning purple as it had that night I'd had her at Club Heaven.

The high of her obedience, her resilience, and the abject hatred flashing in her eyes behind the path gave me chills to this day. I'd been trying to replace someone else to give me that high, but they'd all fallen short.

The girl beneath me whimpered and cried. There was no hatred, no resilience in her eyes. It was all fear.

Fear was good, but it didn't feed my desires much and it didn't quell my anger.

I released my grip on her throat and flipped her over. She scrambled as I pulled her onto her knees and thrust back into her. She choked and twisted, but she didn't say a word.

She knew better. I'd f****d her enough and beaten my instructions into her enough for her remember by now. I groaned as I thrust straight to the hilt and rolled my hips into her. A knock sounded on the door as she let out a desperate gasp into the glossy black tile beneath her.

The door opened and Steven entered with the file.

"What did you replace?" I grunted, snapping my hips and rearranging her limbs. I pulled out. I grabbed her by her hair and forced her to spin around and take my c**k in her mouth. "We verified the information inside the folder. All the accounts check out and trace back to Justin Ashbrook."

Justin was a f*****g dead man. I forced her head down so I was deep in her throat. She choked and gagged, barely fighting. Every spasm of her throat and panicked sound made pleasure in my gut. I came with a low grunt, thrusting shallowly into her spasming throat before throwing her off. "What else?" I asked, dragging her onto her back and shoving my c**k in her a*s.

She wailed, twisting, "It hurts!"

I drew back my hand and punched her in the face. She let out a low moan of pain as a tooth rolled out of her mouth and blood dripped out of her mouth.

"Speak again," I growled letting my teeth go sharp and my voice rumble with the threat.

I grabbed her hips and forced her onto my c**k with a violent shove.

Who the f**k did she think she was? Just because she had lived longer than others, did she think she was special? The rules hadn't changed.

She sobbed loud and ugly. The scent of her tears sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. I felt my anger starting to rise again.

If this worthless bitch didn't respect me enough to follow the f*****g rules, it was no wonder Justin didn't.

"Matt came into town by private flight a few days ago. The plane wasn't registered to the Warhammer pack, but him personally. He came with a woman who is going by Renda. Based on rumors, she was purchased from Larry's, but Larry's has been closed for about a week. There was some sort of accident that damaged the building."

Sounded like someone wanted to take a bite out of Ben's pockets. Brothels made packs a shit ton of money with little overhead.

At least, they were supposed to when done properly. Justin's dumbass was losing money faster than his whores could make it, but the business tourists brought in to visit Midnight for Club Heaven and Sinner's Haven more than made up for it in terms of pack finances.

The woman twisted again as I smacked one of her tits and growled at her, "Tighten up your a*s. You think you can just lay there?"

She whimpered. I felt her spasming and she shuddered. I growled, forcing her knees up onto my shoulders and wrapping my hands around her neck. I squeezed enough to cut off her air and she tightened up quickly. Her hands shoved weakly at my hands. "Dumb, f*****g bitch, you think I was going to fall for that it hurts bullshit? You think I give a f**k?" I thrust harder, feeling pleasure rolling through me as her eyes began to roll back. "I own you, and if you aren't serving your purpose, you're better off dead, you understand?"

She choked. Her face turned blue as her body tightened around my c**k.

"He's staying at the Crystal Towers with this Renda. The night before the party, he brought Cindy to Crystal Towers with them. They went shopping for the event and the three of them returned to Crystal Towers after the fact."

I growled, thrusting harder and faster. Was Matt f*****g Cindy? I could only imagine he was. He was his father's son and Cindy was a beautiful little piece of a*s if I'd ever seen one. He was going to pay for that too. At first chance, I'd drag Cindy into my playroom and string her up the way she belonged.

"They returned to Club Heaven this morning and we're having the building watched."

"Get the case together against Justin. I want to be able to nail his a*s to a wall at my leisure. Find out when he's throwing his party and make sure Matt has an invitation."

Her fingernails dug into my forearms and froze as my eyes fluttered and I came into her tight a*s. I groaned as stars filled my vision and I felt my anger subside. The woman went lax and didn't move as a tear rolled down her face.

I pulled out of the corpse and stood, wiping my c**k off with the damp towel Steven offered me. I dropped it on her body.

"Clear this up. I've got a call to make."

"Of course, sir."

I walked past him towards my office and dialed Ben's number.

"Mordecai," Ben said, "Odd you'd call me at this time."

"I went to go speak with Matt today. He's in Midnight."

"Midnight?" Ben asked then scoffed, "Probably trying to get out of dodge before I skin his a*s."

I narrowed my eyes at his tone. There was none of that usual bullshit there. He was pissed and a bit unguarded and relaxed.

He was probably getting a b*****b.

"Still on that bullshit with Wade, huh?" I scoffed. "You really think Wade's your successor?"

"Matt's content to f**k around and drag my name through the dirt. Why the f**k would I give the pack to him?"

I snorted, "Because Wade's a whiny f**k and Matt isn't."

"If I wanted your opinion, Mordecai, I'd ask for it," Ben growled. "Mind your own business and I'll mind mine."

He hung up with a click and I tossed the phone across the desk. Ben didn't know shit about what Matt was up to. That much was obvious. The bastard would have rubbed it in my face if he knew anything about Justin's lies. That meant Matt hadn't told him. So long as he didn't, he had me by the balls no matter what the f**k he said.

At least, he'd been upfront about what he wanted.

Anger boiled in me as I went back to my playroom. The woman's body was gone and the blood and been cleaned up.

"Bring me another one!" I snarled, crossing the room to the St. Andrew's cross. "Younger."