Page 5 of Bad Enough

“Thank you, Master Lobo and Master Loki.”

TB and Loki shared a look before the latter led Fleur to the lobby. TB turned back to Tripoli.

“Did you notify Tabitha?” Lobo asked.

“That was my next step,” Tripoli replied. “Didn’t want to jump the gun, but with each place Fleur told me she looked, the hairs on my neck started standing up further and further. I was going to check with Triumph in security as well. He’s running cameras tonight. Figured maybe we could try to run footage to find her, or at least a direction to search.”

“I’ll go do that,” TB offered. “You go check some of the restricted areas since you work here. Maybe she’s hiding out, licking her wounds.”

Tripoli smirked. “Approached you, and you shot her down, didn’t you?”

TB rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand some of these newer submissives. Someone’s not training them very well. Pretty brazen.”

Tripoli shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just how these younger girls are. Some Doms like brats. Gives them a reason to dole out some punishment.”

TB grimaced. “Too much work.” He wasn’t into the punishment angle of BDSM. He dealt with it nonstop as part of his job. He didn’t want to deal with it in his personal life. “It could be she’s hiding somewhere. Or maybe one of the newer Doms convinced her to break the rules and find a restricted area for some entertainment.”

Loki returned. “Frost hasn’t seen her, and she didn’t sign out while she was on her break. Her phone is still in the lockbox.”

The men shared another look.

TB stared at Tripoli. “Better check the alley, as well.”

Tripoli nodded and took off.

Loki looked at TB. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

TB grunted. “You and me both.”

3

APRIL 11TH

Sylvan

PING!

Sylvan clutched her silk robe closed at her neck. Heart racing, she sat in the dark of her sanctuary, curled up in her window bed and staring at her laptop screen.

LOBO: Finally home. Hello, little Flame.

Uncertain, she curled up even tighter into a ball.

What if it’s HIM? What if he’s been posing as Lobo all this while?

Her stomach felt like it dropped to her feet.

LOBO: Flame? I know you’re there.

She let go of the breath she was holding.

LOBO: What’s wrong?

FLAME: Nothing. I’m here.

She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight. She was so scared. He was the only thing that made her feel safe.

How sad is that? A man you’ve never met. Never seen a picture of. Only ever talked to over chat and text. How can you trust someone you’ve never met?

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