With that, he hung up. Stan had already got her position.
“Gather your men,” Diarmuid ordered.
Stan promptly did so, and they all arrived half an hour later.
Quincy seemed to be expecting their arrival, and didn’t appear at all surprised.
“That was quicker than I thought,” she smiled. “I actually expected you to take an hour to get here.”
Diarmuid didn’t bother with the preamble. “She did save me, but if she dies, I’ll just get her a good coffin.”
With that, he turned and started to leave. “How heartless! Not helping your savior? There’s no reason for me to hold back, then.”
She clapped her hand, and the curtain behind her parted, revealing a glass wall, behind of which was the room where Kathy was kept–tied to a table, her limbs spread wide apart while six men stood around her.
It took Quincy considerable effort to set this up.
Rearing her chin at Diarmuid, she snapped, “Leave, and those men will each have a turn with her!”
Stan himself almost snapped right there and then. Quincy
Moore was certainly a monster–she was a woman too! How could she do this to another woman?! Was she really not afraid that she would suffer the same way?!
Diarmuid, however, merely gave them a passing glance without so much as a change in expression.
Remaining impassive, he said, “Do whatever you want- we’re leaving, Stan.”
As he strode off, Quincy gestured for her men to get going.
While Kathy and Quincy had agreed to work together, the men weren’t playing around.
“No!!!” she screamed in fear as they tore off her clothes.
Diarmuid left without pausing for a moment, even as Kathy started to bawl behind him.
Stan was puzzled.
Diarmuid wasn’t heartless, especially to those who helped him.
“Mr. Althoff?” Stan called out in uncertainty.
Diarmuid finally paused just as his fingers reached his car door handle. “Tell Quincy I won’t interfere if she rescued his son.”
He was unmoved before, because he believed that the whole thing was an act–that Quincy and Kathy were working together.
And they certainly were–Quincy had even promised Kathy that she would be untouched.
Naturally, it was just deception on Quincy’s part; she knew that if they wanted Diarmuid to believe them, a mere act would never be convincing.
The instant Kathy agreed to play along, she was going to be deflowered.
Stan quickly returned inside the house, but he was already too late–Kathy was wailing tragically even as he passed Diarmuid’s message.
Quincy was laughing, as if she knew this would happen. Why walk away in the first place?”
As she entered the room, a crazed Kathy screamed at her, “You ruined me!”
All Quincy cared about was saving her son, but she took the time to walk up close to Kathy and whisper, “Did you think Diarmuid would’ve given in if I didn’t do this?”
Kathy stared daggers at her. “Did you think I’m an idiot? Do you think he would still like me after what you did?”
“Tut, tut. Think smart, kiddo, you can use this to guilt- trip him!” Quincy said charmingly. “You’re his savior, so act vulnerable and miserable–always remind him that you’re like this because he didn’t lift a finger to save you when he could. With that alone, you can hover around him Though it depends on you if you could steal his heart.”
Kathy actually believed Quincy. “Really?”
“Of course! Why would I lie to you?” Quincy said, continuing to bewitch Kathy. “Just do what I tell you, and he’s all yours. I mean, have you ever heard of my husband having an affair?”
Kathy shook her head vehemently.
“Then trust me, and I can teach you how to win a man’s heart.” Quincy helped Kathy to her feet. “Remember – don’t say anything to Diarmuid, and just keep crying.”
Quincy naturally did not want Kathy to talk to Diarmuid, because the girl was so stupid she would definitely let slip something.
One must still concede that Quincy was as smart as she was ruthless, or she couldn’t have repeatedly made attempts on Diarmuid’s life.
Kathy nodded. “Fine! But you better promise me that Diarmuid will be mine!”
“I promise,” Quincy assured her with absolute conviction, and Kathy believed her.
“Now, remember–just act miserable in front of them, as if you could die right this instant.” Quincy kept goading Kathy, to which she nodded.
“Don’t forget that now,” Quincy added.
“Okay.” Kathy nodded again, and Quincy finally handed her over to Stan.
Stan did not reach out to her–even if she was a victim, he still found her disagreeable.
“Come with me,” Stan said flatly.
As Kathy stepped out of the house, she was clutching her own arms, her clothes now no more than rags and haring her shoulders. With her disheveled hair, her puffy eyes and her cheeks stained with tears, she was a tragic sight!
“Mr. Althoff,” Stan said as he led her to him.
Diarmuid didn’t even look at them. “Have her sit in another car.
“Yes, sir.”
Meanwhile, Kathy took Quincy’s advice to heart and kept sobbing as miserably as possible.
Stan had someone give her a jacket to drape over her shoulders. After settling her in, he returned to Diarmuid and asked, “What now, sir?”
He believed that this was their chance–Quincy was right inside, and she deserved death just for making more than a handful of attempts on Diarmuid’s life. The people they brought were perfect for the job too, since Quincy’s people looked like they could hardly hold their own.
Diarmuid certainly wanted Quincy Moore, but he wasn’t that impulsive.
“It’d just dirty our hands,” he growled after weighing his options. “Let’s go.”
Stan quietly got in his car and left.
They took Kathy to the hospital. She wasn’t hurt, but she would still need a checkup and some comforting after what had happened.
Since Diarmuid had always been cold to her, she was actually surprised that he was suddenly so kind and caring.
As she sat on her bed, she didn’t forget what Quincy told her–act miserable and tragic to curry sympathy.
“I can’t live like this… Sob…”
“Such a shame,” Diarmuid said impassively.
Kathy looked up. “W–What is?”
“You have a pretty face, and you could’ve married an upstanding man. I wonder who’d want you now?”
Then, deliberately giving her a look of disdain, “Did you really think I’d fall for you after what happened?”
Crash!
The dream Quincy envisioned for Kathy shattered right there and then.
Diarmuid was right–what man would like an immodest woman?
Even if he felt sympathy, it wouldn’t translate to affection!
“Either way, I saved you and that makes us equals, so I hope you don’t ever try to use that with me again,” Diarmuid said, and beckoned to Stan. “Give her some money to live in comfort.”
“I don’t want that!” Kathy promptly leapt off her bed and grabbed Diarmuid’s arm. “I don’t need money—all I need is you!”
Diarmuid glowered and firmly shook her off. “You’re dirty.”
He certainly felt so much disdain towards her that he almost knocked her off her feet–he was a little too forceful, but there was no helping it since he was genuinely repulsed.
Whether Kathy had been innocent or in league with Quincy, he couldn’t feel sympathy towards her at all.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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