Page 60 of Lawless God

“We can’t see her face!” he justifies. “L-look at them. It’s for… It’s for…”

“Oh, so the teenage giggles really were specifically for you.”

“No!” He eyes Kayla, panicking some more. “Oh my god.”

“Nate.” Kay’s stern voice feels similar to what I’d imagine someone grating chalk with a cheese grater would sound like. Fucking irritating.

And why? Why am I even getting so frustrated at this situation?

I stop for a second, focusing on my thoughts. Possession, of course. My objects belong to me, not my cook. Jealousy? Because she was laughing with him, when all she throws my way is anger? No, that sounds too strange to be correct. I don’t care how Kay feels about me so long as I can hurt her and get what I want out of her.

“Nate,” she repeats, louder so she can get me out of my thoughts.

My gaze snaps to her, and my hand wraps around the phone in a deadly grip.

“He was taking pictures for his socials. You said it yourself, he makes those really cool plates, and he thought having someone holding them would get him more likes on his account.”

I take a step toward her, not really surprised that it doesn’t make her flinch in the slightest.

“I’m sorry, is this an influencer bootcamp or my house?”

“You left me here for three days chained to a fucking bed. I’ve been keeping myself busy however I could.” She crosses her arms over her chest, still sitting on her bed, and cocks an eyebrow at me.

I observe her disheveled hair, the undone buttons of the shirt. Tilting my head to the side, I ask, “Did you two fuck?”

“What?” she snorts.

“Your hair,” I simply say.

“I was napping before he brought me food. I have nothing to do here but sleep.”

I turn my head to him, keeping my tone even. “Did you not notice the engagement ring on her finger?”

“Boss, I promise, I would never.” He shakes his head like a crazy man, his face now drained of blood.

“You sound fucking insane,” Kay mocks me. “He’s a kid.”

“A kid? He’s twenty-two, and he knows exactly what he’s doing, just as he knows who he works for.”

“Oh.” Kay purses her lips as she observes him, clearly not attracted to him. “He looks like a teen. Plus I was only using him so I could ask to borrow his phone.”

Little manipulative vixen.

“What about you?” I ask Daniel. “Were you doing this hoping you’d fuck her?”

“I would never,” Daniel repeats, terror making him tremble on the spot. “I would never.”

I smile warmly at him. “Okay, Daniel. I believe you.”

“Thank you,” he squeaks. He joins his hands in a prayer motion. “Thank you, Boss. I’m so sorry about the misunderstanding.”

I stroll to the bed, grabbing a fry from Kay’s plate and taking the whole thing in my mouth. It’s delicious. Perfectly crispy outside and soft inside. Just the right amount of salt.

I take the fork from a wooden platter on the bed and stab a bunch more fries before sticking the deliciousness in my mouth, moaning to myself.

“This is so good, Daniel.”

Walking back to him, I tap his shoulder as I swallow. “Such a shame you won’t be able to use your right hand anymore.”

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