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“Question. Have you ever made love on a clean fifty grand?”

I squint my eyes and shake my head. My pussy throbs at the thought.

“No. But it’s on my bucket list.”

“Well, I can check that off for you tonight,” he says, while biting his bottom lip. “What’ll it be, Hips?”

“Do you like me, Oscar?” I ask, pulling a him on him.

“Like you? Right now, I fucking despise you,” he mocks me from earlier.

“Good. Show me. Show me how much you hate me. Let’s make those clean bills dirty.”

“You have no idea how filthy it's going to get, princess.”

Chapter 11. Not a chance in hell

It’s five in the morning. I sit at the kitchen table with Nine and Cisco waiting for Mya. She never came back last night, nor did she even call to let us know she was safe. The kids don’t know we have their cars tracked but she didn’t take her car. She didn’t even take her phone. It turns out, per our cameras, she left with a pretty big man last night in a limo. The audio caught her and this guy talking about a man named Oscar, and fifty grand was mentioned. Some other cryptic shit about what they bought. We had to grill Cisco all night to get even an ounce of information from him. All we know is that she was going to have dinner with a young man interested in her. Cisco wouldn’t give any other info so we kept him up all night. He’s now head down on the kitchen table, drowning in sleep deprivation.

“Wake the fuck up! No info. No sleep.”

“Dad, I gave you all I know,” he groans as he picks up his head.

“Again, I highly doubt that.”

He rubs his eyes and yawns.

“Why am I being tortured for her behavior?”

“Because you know more than what you keep telling us. You better pray she comes home, because if she doesn’t, I will kill you for wasting our time sitting here all night.”

Right then the sound of keys jingle from outside. The door opens and in sneaks Mya. Her hair and makeup are a mess. She’s carrying a duffle bag in one hand and high heels in the other. She turns around to see all of us just straight glaring at her. Nine shoots up from the table.

“Are you fucking insane?”

Mya looks over to Cisco, who puts his head down.

“I should have called. I’m sorry.”

“Called? Called? Where the fuck were you?” Nine snaps.

Mya looks over to Cisco for help but Cisco has nothing left. He’s just swaying in his chair at this point.”

“I had a date.”

Nine scoffs. “Please elaborate. What type of gentleman keeps his date out all night?”

“Time slipped away and I fell asleep.”

Cisco chuckles but stops when we all glare at him.

“Hand me the bag,” Nine demands.

Mya reluctantly hands the bag to Nine with no eye contact. I watch as Nine props it on the back of the couch and then peeks inside. She makes a shocked face at Mya who instantly stares down at the floor.

“How much is in here?” she says. Mya stays silent. “How much is in here?” she repeats but louder this time.

Cisco looks up at Mya. Nine walks the bag over and dumps it all out, spreading cash everywhere in front of us. I look up at Nine and give her a worried look.

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