Page 82 of Slaughter

Taking another drink of my scotch, I smile over the rim. We’ve been trying to find this man for years. And thanks to Bunny, he’s willingly walking right into my home. I’m gonna give her an endless amount of orgasms as soon as I see her. She has earned them, after all.

I sit at the head of the table when Marvin enters once again. A man dressed in a three-piece charcoal gray suit stands next to him. His silver hair is combed to the side to hide the fact he’s balding. The buttons on his button-down strain from his stomach, and he wears a smile that makes even the villain look like a hero.

I stand and reach out my right hand. He can come to me. “Damon. I’m surprised you were able to meet me on such short notice.”

“I was in the neighborhood,” he says, shaking my hand.

We both know he was in Cuba when he called me last night after I spoke to my brother on the phone. “Please, have a seat.” I gesture to the one across from me, and he takes it. His black eyes look around the table at all the empty chairs, and then his eyes fall to the floor beside me.

“Where is your slave?”

That, right there, is why I made Bunny leave. She would have ruined everything. “She won’t be joining us tonight.”

His black eyes narrow on me. “I thought this was a business meeting?”

“It is.”

“Then why is the merchandise not here?” he snaps.

My jaw tightens, but I hide it quickly. “She is a little tied up right now,” I lie.

A slow smile spreads across his face, and the corner of his eyes crinkle. “That I would love to see.”

I grab my fork and wish I could stab him like Bunny stabbed Darrell. Only I’d stab him in the eye. Over and over.

“Why do you want my slave?” I come out and ask.

He places his silverware down, no longer interested in the food that Marvin spent three hours cooking. “Her brother killed my brother. I think I am owed compensation.”

“Her brother?” I play stupid.

He nods once. “Preston. I hear you know him.”

“I do,” I say, lifting my glass of scotch and taking a drink.

“You guys grew up together.” He doesn’t ask, but I nod.

“I also shot him two weeks ago.” His brows lift in surprise. “The same time I bought his sister.”

He takes a drink of his scotch and sets it down. He folds his hands on the table. “I’ve been informed that you loved his sister. You guys were engaged once.”

“That was a long time ago,” I say tightly. Preston is running his mouth more than I knew.

“How long?”

“Eleven years.”

He sits back in his seat. “I’m not a man who loves, but I find it hard to believe that you loved this girl enough to marry her, and now she’s your slave.”

“People change.”

“How so?” he digs farther.

I take another drink of the scotch. “I have my reasons.” That’s all he’s gonna get from me.

“I see,” he says softly.

“I have a lot of unfinished business with her. And I don’t intend to sell her. No matter what the price is.”

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