PART (II) – IN WHICH BLACKSTONE GETS THE GIRL

CHAPTER 17 – AFTER…

LONDON

"Cut off his fingers, all of them. I want it slow and painful."

I stand in the underground, state-of-the-art, bomb resistant facilities of The Blue Diamond. Designed as a safe house/ torture chamber, it is one of my most favorite places. Right now, I watch as my men skin Liam Jordan alive, the fucking guard who had the audacity to hit Blue eyes. I shut my eyes, letting his high pitched, pain filled screams feed the dark demon that took possession of my body the moment I woke up cold and alone in that hotel room.

It's been sixteen hours. Sixteen fucking hours of constantly searching for her and harassing my tech. officials all over the world. Sixteen hours of persistently torturing myself with images of her postcoital glow and mind numbing beauty. My fingers clench involuntarily into fists at my sides. I've been very difficult to work with and even more difficult to control for the past few hours.

So far, I've lashed out at my men, completely destroyed the P