Chapter 119 - ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

Chapter 119: Chapter ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

ANGEL

He made a sound of disgust. "Angel deserves better than that. She’s not some street whore to be passed around. So beg me to get your daughter, my fucking good girl pregnant." He taunted, his gaze raking over to me. "I bet she’ll like it, I don’t doubt she is wet right now,"

Vincenzo’s gaze was a dark storm, his fury thickening the air in the room. I could see his chest rising and falling with the effort of keeping himself leashed.

Jillian was still watching him, a look of satisfied cruelty on her face, "Pick, husband. Will our daughter become a cumdumpster for those three men or not? We have a long way to go with this game. Pick."

I lay on the floor, my fingers frozen between my legs as Jillian lifted her hand, "I’ll count till five. ONE!" She began.

Tears of anger burned in my eyes, I hated that she was threatening Daddy, making him helpless, I wanted to kill her. If possible gouge out those eyes so she’d never look at Daddy with that hate-filled obsession again.

Damien was looking at me again, and then at Vincenzo. "Surely it’s not that difficult to pick, right? If anyone is going to put a baby inside Angel, it should be me." His voice was dark now, I could nearly taste his anticipation in the air. His words spread goosebumps deep within my flesh, and I realized something too.

It wasn’t just Jillian punishing Vincenzo and me. Damien was too, he’d have probably done the same thing Jillian was doing right now. He wasn’t an ally.

He wasn’t here to save me.

The game Jillian was playing just happened to serve his appetite too.

They were both two vultures circling the same carcass.

As though feeling my gaze on him, he turned in that instant and those grey eyes found mine across the room.

"I’m sure Angel will also prefer me," He paused and smiled. "After all — she’s mine. She’s always been mine." He tilted his head, that smile widening. "I could make her wet right now. On this floor. In front of everyone. Just by talking to her." His eyes were still crawling on me like slime.

"Couldn’t I, Angel?"

"Shut your mouth!" Daddy growled. The sound reverberated off the room.

"Does it bother you?" Damien’s gaze was shrouded with amusement and mockery, "Knowing that every time you fuck your daughter, you’re following in my footsteps?"

He spread his hands. "I had it all first. You’re just replaying my recordings."

"You didn’t have anything." Daddy’s voice cut through the room and the rawness in it made my heart lurch. "You stole my daughter. Staying dead is what you should have done."

Something moved behind Damien’s eyes. Fast. A ripple in the grey but his smile didn’t waver. "You keep calling her your daughter, is it your habit to fuck the child you raised? Admit it, you’re just as sick as me. The only difference between us is that I’m honest about what I am. You hide behind the word father like it makes what you do to her any less depraved."

"This is not your show, Damien." Jillian snapped at Damien, the brightness draining from her voice, replaced with something bitter and territorial. "This is my revenge. Mine. So don’t stand there and make this about your sick obsession!"

She turned her back on Damien and fixed her attention on Vincenzo, taking a step toward him. Her heels clicked on the floor and each click sounded like a clock running out. "You know what I hate most about you, Vincenzo?" She smiled, but it was sad and crazed. "I hate that revolting self righteous look you wear when it comes to her,"

"You never wanted me." Jillian took another step. "Not once. Not for a single day of our marriage. I was the warm body keeping your bed from getting cold while you waited for your daughter to grow old enough to fuck."

"Jillian." Daddy’s voice came low and steady. "You have time to walk away from this."

"Walk away?" Her laugh was sharp enough to cut. "Walk away? I have nothing to walk away to! You made sure of that! I was the placeholder," Jillian spat, closing another step. "The stand-in wife. The woman you fucked with your eyes closed because you were imagining your teenage daughter underneath you. Did you know that I could tell, Vincenzo? Every single time. The way your body went stiff when you finished. You never looked at me after, like you were ashamed of where your cock had just been because it wasn’t where you really wanted it."

Daddy said nothing. His expression was blank and his body was still and his eyes were on her feet as they clicked one more step closer.

"TWO. THREE! Make your choice, Vincenzo. Let’s see — ruin your daughter tonight!" She took another step toward him, smiling, "FOUR. FIVE! Time’s u—"

Vincenzo lunged.

My heart jumped too.

The pen knife appeared from his sleeve. One second his hands were empty, the next Jillian was spun around with the blade kissing her carotid and her back pinned against his chest.

"What the...FUCK! Let go of me!" Her feet scraped the floor as he lifted her just enough that her heels barely touched and then Jillian let out a shocked cry.

Her eyes flaring with alarm as she realized she had gotten so drunk on her own power that she’d forgotten she was standing within arm’s reach of Daddy.

"Tell your men to drop their weapons." Daddy ordered, his voice ice with venom.

"You think a pen knife scares me?" Jillian hissed through her teeth, but her voice was pitched higher than before. "I have three guns pointed at your daughter’s head right now, Vincenzo. You cut me, they shoot her. Is that what you want? You want to

watch your little girl’s brains paint this floor?"

"Then she dies knowing her daddy tried."

His eyes found mine briefly as his grip tightened on her throat, pressing her harder against his chest. That brief look — it reached across the room and wrapped around me like his arms couldn’t. "And you die when your carotid empties onto this stage. Your men collect their paychecks from a corpse. And I bleed out next to my daughter knowing I took you with me."