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Could I survive a month as their pet? A month to avoid a prison cell after their help? To most, that would seem like an irrefutable offer, but considering the servitude they’d demand of me, I was torn.

Too bad they’d already done their part, and there was no way out of this mess.

“How do I know you won’t hurt her?” Noms finally asked, jutting her chin out in brash defiance.

"Because I’ll allow her to call you every second day for a five minute phone call. That should alleviate your concerns,” Ty stated. “You both obey and play your part, and no one will die. You’ll both be fine.”

"More or less," Cristian interjected, a smirk playing on his lips like he knew secrets darker than we could imagine. My skin rippled at the way those dark eyes danced over my neck, and I couldn’t help but lift my hand, tracing the painful memories blooming on my skin.

Noms eyes darted between the brothers, calculating the cost of every breath, every beat of her too-proud heart.

“I’ll be fine,” I promised, a lie wrapped in good intentions. I knew as well as she did that I’d be far from it, but if what Ty said was true, at least I’d be alive. And considering how quick he’d been to plunge a blade into Ray, I knew this was my best option.

“One month?” Noms reiterated.

“One month. After that, she’s free to leave. Reasonable cost for our cover up, don’t you think?” Ty stated, and Cristian just arched a brow between us.

He looked displeased with the timeline, but he didn’t comment.

Noms’ eyes bored into mine, and I nodded, knowing it was our only option now.

I could do this.

I had to.

8

TYRONE

Scarlet sure was full of fire, and I found it amusing to see her try to stand up to us. Attacking Julian was even comical in a way, something I wouldn’t have expected.

Perhaps she would be a piece of fun for my brothers and I. Although the spark that burned in her piercing blue eyes had me intrigued. Both of the women burned bright, but there was a chaotic flame flickering inside Scarlet, something her friend seemed to lack.

Scarlet was wild, it was clear from all I already knew of her and saw in her eyes. She was not a woman we’d easily break, but my brothers would have an absolute blast trying.

“Phone.” I ordered as I focused on Naomi, one of our highest earning dancers. If it’d been one of the lesser girls, I may have contemplated silencing her for good, taking her tongue or sending her away. But Naomi was a favorite, and I knew better than to mess with the pleasure of my customers. Why ruin a good thing? Threats alone would suffice.

The guard tossed me her handbag, and I pulled out the phone.

“You’ll get this back shortly.” I nodded at the guard, who dragged the blonde away.

I ignored the way she stared at our newest pet with agony and terror.

We were men of our word, and she’d worked here long enough to know that.

I promised she wouldn’t die, as for being unscathed, well, that was a different story.

Scarlet knelt on the floor, and some would think she was defeated, her half-lidded eyes trailing over my brothers and I.

I knew better than to think such a thing. This woman was a fighter, and the fire burned far too bright. We’d get burned if we underestimated her.

Why did that thought make something twinge in my groin?

She was a pain I didn’t want to have to deal with.

“Only a month?” Cristian finally spoke up once the door slammed shut behind the guard.

“That’s more than enough time for you to have your fun.” I moved toward the kitchen island, having polished off my coffee.

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