Page 37 of Seeds of Sorrow

“Youwhat?”

Harris growled and the sound of a fist meeting bone could be heard through the receiver. “This mark I’m chatting with—he went to call her by a different name. He stopped himself at the last minute, but the boy was confused. Sputtered outtheRegina before realizing what he did.”

Hadina’s fingers itched to connect with something, the urge to throw her fist into the nearest wall almost overwhelming. She didn’t bother masking the snark in her voice, knowing Harris was probably just as furious as she was. “All these weeks, we’ve been searching for someone called Regina and she doesn’t exist?”

“I think she exists, boss,” he grumbled, “But I don’t think that’s her name. I keep feeling like we’re right at the edge of something, but it’s never quite within reach. I think this bitch is playing with us, and she’s enjoying watching us chase our tails.”

“Then we’ll make her watch as we bring her entire operation to the ground.”

Disconnecting the call, Hadina launched her phone at the wall, watching as it cracked and broke into pieces. She was about to go and inspect the damage when the shuffling of footsteps sounded behind her. Spinning on her heel, Hadina grabbed a dagger from her waistband and held it up, ready to throw.

“It’s me!” Peyton screeched, lifting her hands in protest.

Hadina glared, slowly lowering her weapon. “Peyton, go home.”

“No.”

If Hadina wasn’t so ready to kill the next person who crossed her path, she would have found the small act of defiance cute. Especially with the way she jutted out her chin and straightened her back. “I’m not asking.Vete para a la casa!” Seeing the confused look on Peyton’s face, Hadina sighed in frustration and screamed her translation. “Go home!”

Without waiting for a response, Hadina stomped to her car, ready to leave Peyton abandoned amongst the forgotten shells of offices. She could hear Peyton’s crunching footsteps behind her but she ignored them, opening the door instead. Peyton caught up to her, slamming the door closed and pushing into her space.

“Fuck you, Hadina! You don’t get to order me around. You don’t get to run away just because shit is getting real and you don’t want to have to handle your emotions!”

Red blurred her vision and before she knew it, Hadina’s hand was around Peyton’s throat. She grabbed her and threw her to the side, slamming her against the car. While it wouldn’t cause any serious harm, she noticed Peyton wince from the impact. Keeping her pinned with one hand, she grabbed her gun with the other and pressed it to Peyton’s neck. She could feel the heat radiating between them, watching as Peyton tried to fight the shiver from the cold metal on her skin.

“Andyoudon’t get to order me around like I’m some child!” Hadina yelled, making sure Peyton could see how untethered she was now, all restraint abandoned. “You are a foolish girl, playing in the den of wolves. You think you’re strong, but you’re really prey just waiting to get eaten.”

Peyton wriggled, trying to loosen Hadina’s hold on her. “You act like you’re fifty years old and have one foot in the grave. Being older than me doesn’t mean you know better—that you know what I want or need!”

Hadina shook her head, pressing the barrel of her gun harder into Peyton’s skin. “And yet, I’m the one here. In control. With a gun.”

Peyton laughed and craned her neck. Hadina didn’t have a second to think before Peyton used all her strength to push forward and break free. Sweeping her foot out, she managed to throw Hadina off-balance and knock the gun from the woman’s hand.

“Puta,” Hadina cursed, trying to regain her footing. She leaned down to grab the gun but Peyton got to it first, holding it up between them.

While she knew Peyton didn’t know how to use a gun, Hadina also knew the danger of the weapon itself. One glance told her the safety was off and that Peyton’s finger was on the trigger; she could kill Hadina if she wanted to.

Hadina sneered. “What now?”

Peyton glared back, taking control of the situation. She angled the gun so that it was pressed into Hadina’s chest, nudging the other woman forward until she could step around her. Once Peyton was free, she pushed Hadina back, forcing her against the car so that their positions were reversed.

“Now, you listen,” Peyton said sternly, invading Hadina’s space while mimicking what the woman had just done to her. Hadina hated how much pride flooded her system, how turned on she was at seeing this side of Peyton. “It’s my turn to talk.” Slowly dragging the barrel down Hadina’s torso, Peyton stopped when she reached the bottom of her employer’s stomach, pressing the gun into the line above her jeans. Hadina watched with curiosity as Peyton grabbed her by the chin, forcing their gazes to meet. “You think I’m weak and clueless,” she said, spitting out the words. “But you’re wrong. I know that you’re ten types of fucked up. I know that you do bad things and get away with it. And I know that you think you have everything all figured out.”

Hadina licked her lips. “I do have everything all figured out, Peyton.”

Peyton chuckled, moving the gun a few inches lower. “No, you really don’t. Because you think you havemeall figured out and you don’t. You think that I’m good, that I’m innocent. But let me tell you a secret, Hadi,” she said, leaning closer to whisper in Hadina’s ear. “I’m not good or innocent, and I’ve just been waiting for someone to ruin me.”

Hadina sucked in a breath when Peyton began to rub the sleek metal of the gun against her pussy through her jeans. The friction was divine, though she wouldn’t give Peyton the satisfaction of admitting that.

Letting go of her chin, Peyton used her free hand to unbutton Hadina’s jeans, yanking them down with a quick tug. She sighed when they got caught on the swell of Hadina’s ass, making it difficult to do one-handed. Hadina stilled, watching the scene unfold. Havinghergun used to bring her pleasure was a new experience, and she knew that moving without being told would end the game. Though the lack of control was challenging.

“You’re bad and I’m tainted,” Peyton said as she pushed the silk of Hadina’s panties to the side, bringing the gun back to press into the woman’s exposed flesh. “You kill and I watch it with apathy.”

Drawing her arm back, Peyton smirked when the small protruding sight hit against Hadina’s clit, causing the other woman to suck in a breath. She repeated the action, watching Hadina with fascination and dilated pupils as she got off. The grooves in the gun provided just enough friction to create an agonizingly slow buildup, teasing and torturing.

“If you want to corrupt my soul, I’ll sign it right over to you. You’re the devil, Hadina,” Peyton said softly, biting on her lip as she tilted the handle, pressing it harder into her dripping cunt. “But I’m no angel. If I’m your temptress, then let me tempt you.”

Hadina opened her mouth, but the argument died on her tongue as she looked at hertentadora. The girl’s hair was a mess, her eyes wide and blown, and it appeared as thoughshewas the one who had just been fucked. Hadina was obsessed and if Peyton was offering herself up so freely, knowing everything that Hadina was, then she didn’t think she had the strength to refuse her again.

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