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“I don’t understand,” I finally say.

“I know you don’t, but you will. And you’ll see that you’re mine and I’m yours and that’s what the world wants.”

I see Ginny motioning with her hands to keep him talking, so I do.

“Help me see? I want to know everything,” I try playing into what he wants.

He rewards me with a smile. “Anything for you. Why don’t you and your friend go sit and I’ll explain everything?”

He gestures to the futon in the corner of the room with the gun, giving us no choice, really, and we comply.

“You brought drinks?” he asks, noticing the bottle of rum in my hand.

“Would you like one?” I ask.

“That would be nice. You stay, I’ll get the glasses.” He turns to the small kitchen area, looking in the cabinets.

“What. The. Fuck?” Ginny mouths.

“I don’t know. Find a way to get ahold of Ranger. Or Joker. Or the fucking President of the United States for all I care. Do what you can to get a call out! And then come back here and help me find the right time to take his fucking ass down,” I hiss as quietly as I can.

She nods as Stefon turns back to us, finding my stash of plastic cups.

“These will have to do. We’ll have to work on getting you some better glassware, honey,” he says, handing me the cups with one hand, the gun still in the other.

I do what he expects and pour us all a large shot of the rum and pass out the cups. I watch as he shoots his and Ginny follows suit when I nod and put the cup to my lips, letting the liquid slide down my throat.

“Would you like another?” I ask, already pouring another round into Ginny’s and my cups. He hands his over and I pour an extra-large amount into his.

“Rum, huh? I figured you for a tequila girl. This is good.” He shoots back the second large pour and hands the cup back to me. “Another?”

“As much as you’d like, Stefon.” I smile at him.

His returning grin makes my stomach roil with the liquor I just swallowed.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” he tsks me but takes the cup and drinks for a third time.

“Not at all. Promise.” I look at him with my eyes wide, hoping they convey innocence and not fear.

“I owe you a story, don’t I?” he asks, pulling up one of my stools and perching on it.

“I’d love a story.”

“I would like a story, too, but can I go to the little girl’s room? Liquid and all.” She looks so apologetic, I almost believe her.

“Of course. Just don’t try anything funny. We’re all going to be family, and I don’t want to hurt family. I only do that when I have to.”

“Thank you so much,” she replies before scurrying off the futon and into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the room with Stefon.

“What happened to your sister?” I ask, trying to keep him talking.

And drinking. I pour him another. Our bottle is going to be empty if he keeps going.

“That’s all part of the story.” He grins. “I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

Okay. So talking without the entire audience here to listen isn’t going to happen.Hurry up, Gin. Please.

Thankfully, whatever she did was quick and I hear the toilet flush and sink turn on and then she’s back, sitting down next to me.

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