Leaving her things where they were she quietly made her way back up toward the house. She stopped dead in her tracks when the cell phone Aiden insisted she carried everywhere in case he needed her, vibrated. Looking down at the face of it, she saw that he had sent her a text that said, “Go in the front door and put on that white bikini…quickly. Then pass through the main living room on your way to the pool. Do not put anything on over the suit.”
She curled her lip. It didn’t sound like Aiden was balkin
g what Lucas was proposing. It sounded like he was promoting it. She took off the hat and gloves and left them at the edge of the veranda and went back around front. Lucas’ bodyguard Frankie was at the front door. He winked at her as she passed and she smiled back at him. Frankie was the only living soul besides her and Lucas that knew about their last year together and what they had planned for today.
She went up and quickly put on the tiny bathing suit and then grabbed a fluffy white towel. She made her way down the stairs and as soon as she was close to the living room she heard her brother’s voice, “Did I mention her tits are like…” What the fuck? She stepped into the living room and Lucas and Aiden both stopped talking. Aiden was smiling at her with a lustful grin that made her skin crawl. She forced a smile back at him and then she looked at Lucas. He was smiling as well, but his eyes were doing their best to replace the cold that had run through her veins at the sound of her brother talking about her tits.
She smiled warmly at Lucas and hurried on past desperately trying to hide the anger that was flowing through her veins. She stepped out the door onto the veranda where she had been only moments before and closed the screen door behind her. She walked in the direction of the pool, stopping as soon as she was out of sight. That’s when she heard Aiden chuckle and say, "Three, no lower."
Reagan thought she had never heard anything so vile as the sound of her brother putting a price on her dignity. The greedy, sick bastard really meant to go through with it.
She heard Lucas counter, "One. Final offer."
Aiden then said something to the tune of, “Okay, but just a few minor conditions…” and by that time she was walking away, quickly. She barely made it to the pool house before closing the door and dropping down onto one of the chaise longues in shock. She wondered if it was odd that she didn’t feel like crying, now that she had heard it from her brother’s mouth and with her own ears. She simply felt numb at first and then after a few minutes it was like a fire had been smoldering inside of her and suddenly without warning it flared up and consumed her. She wasn’t going to cry. She was going to use that fire and the strength her feelings for Lucas gave her and she was going to ruin that son of a bitch.
Chapter 14
Present Day
Aiden’s eyes went from the television screen to the sexy, but scary looking woman standing a few feet in front of him. Once again he struggled with the cuffs that bound his hands behind his back but to no avail. His eyes were dark pools of emerald as he eyed Reagan and growled, “Stop this bullshit. You know that you would have nothing if it wasn’t for me.”
She put a hand on her hip and asked, “Nothing? Really? Don’t you mean I would have had half of everything that my step-father worked for his entire life if it wasn’t for you? You’re a greedy son of a bitch, but you know what Aiden? I could have lived with that. What I can’t live with is the fact that you’re also a sick, twisted bastard. And to make it worse, I was your staunchest defender for so long.”
He started to open his mouth and Lucas yelled, “Shut up and pay attention!”
With an almost defeated look, he closed his mouth and looked back at the television screen. Lucas pushed a button on the remote and an image of the study where their father used to take his business calls came into view. At first, it was quiet and still and all that could be seen was the antique oak desk that Aiden’s father had imported from Italy decades ago and the shelf of books behind it. Then the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard, and a lock engaging.
Suddenly Aiden could be seen making his way to the chair behind the desk. He took a seat in the big leather chair and with a look on his face that made Reagan want to retch he picked up a remote and pressed a button. What he was watching couldn’t be seen, but every word of it could be heard. She could hear herself screaming out Aiden’s name, pleading with him to help her. She could hear Lucas’ smooth voice telling her that her brother had agreed to this…helped set it up even. She could feel her breaths becoming ragged as she watched the look on Aiden’s face on the screen. She had seen the video before but that didn’t make it any less repulsive to watch now.
“Turn this off!” Aiden screamed as if he was in a position to demand anything.
“Shut up!” Lucas bellowed. He reached out to Reagan who immediately melded into him and he held her with her face pressed into his chest while Aiden watched his own demise take place up on the screen. She wondered if he was ashamed at all. She doubted it. He was only upset because he had gotten caught.
The next time he tried to look away Reagan gave a little nod to the dominatrix that she had chosen herself, hand-picking her out of almost a hundred candidates. Lasinda shed the trench coat where she stood. Underneath it, she was wearing a black, fishnet bodysuit, black crotchless corset, and black gloves…and those sexy, strappy shoes with the six-inch spiked heels. Her body was voluptuous and her skin flawless. She walked with cat-like grace over to Aiden and taking his head in between her hands she forced him to look at the screen.
“What the fuck? Who is this bitch?” His eyes were wide like a caged animal.
Reagan saw one of Lasinda’s long, pointed, red fingernails dig into the side of her brothers face. Blood as red as her nails slowly oozed from the spot as Aiden cried out. “You crazy bitch! What the fuck are you doing?”
“My name is Mistress Lasinda and you will address me as such, or not at all.”
“Fuck you!”
She let another fingernail pierce his skin and Aiden screamed. Lucas paused the film in front of them while Aiden swore and yelled and twisted, trying to get away. When he was finally exhausted into at least a temporary submission, Lucas hit the play button again and the screen was filled with the disgusting image of her brother unzipping his pants and taking out his throbbing hard cock. He had a sick smile on his face as he watched what he thought was his little sister’s rape and he slowly manipulated his cock with his hand, getting more excited each time he had heard Reagan cry out for him to help her.
Lucas held her tighter and he was the only thing at that moment keeping her from picking up a letter opener off the desk and shoving it through one of Aiden’s eyes and into his brain.
They forced him to watch the entire video and once Lucas switched it off, Mistress Lasinda let go of Aiden’s face and he slowly turned to face his sister. He had tears streaming down his face mixing with the blood from the wounds the Mistress had inflicted. Reagan wasn’t fooled into thinking they were tears of regret. What they were, were tears for himself and what he was about to lose because he was a filthy douche bag.
“Mistress Lasinda is going to have some fun with you now,” Reagan furrowed her brows as she spat the words out at him. “It will go much easier for you if you don’t resist.”
“Reagan don’t do this. This is crazy. You know I love you. I’m your brother…Please...”
Reagan couldn’t hold back any longer. She walked over to Aiden and pulled her arm back, letting it go and slapping him so hard across the face that it made his head snap back. “Don’t you ever call yourself my brother again. After today you will be nothing but a fucking memory to me, one I will live every day trying to shake.” She looked at Lasinda and said, “Make him beg.” A second later she stormed out of the room but waited at the door for Lucas. She heard him walk over to Aiden and say, “You signed for the sale of the company with all proceeds going to your sister, including the million-dollar bonus. So, once we finish our little game here, she and I will leave so you can begin to figure out what you’re going to do for money after today.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The contract…the one that gave me twenty-four hours to do what I liked to Reagan. You said you read it.” In a feigned, shocked voice Lucas said, “Don’t tell me that an astute businessman such as yourself signed something he didn’t read.”