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“So, you think you can blackmail and threaten my mom into paying more money for your cleanup skills?” I asked, tilting my head, feigning interest. The longer I had him talking, the better.

The man let out a chuckle. “If you saw what we had to clean up, you’d understand. You know how big your family is. The Karnagys are one of the richest families this half of the States. Your mom can afford to pay us extra.”

“I know what you had to clean up,” I stated, causing the man’s eyebrows to shoot up.

“You do, now? How’s that?”

“You didn’t clean up the mess for my mom. Well, I guess I should say she might’ve contacted you to do it, but it wasn’t her mess to begin with.” I paused, meeting the man’s curious gaze and holding it. “It was mine.”

That got him to push off the coffee table and step back, laughing. “Bullshit. Bullshit! No fucking way. I smell a liar.” His legs took him around the couch, and in the next moment, he sat beside me, pressing the gun against my right temple as he whispered, “I don’t like liars, Sloane.”

Was it really so outlandish to think I was the one who’d killed my grandmother? Apparently, to this man at least, it was, and that ticked me off. Give me some credit, please.

My jaw ground. “What would be the point in lying to you?” He seemed to think on it, but he didn’t pull the gun away from my head. “She was lying in bed, on her back, a book near her. Her stomach, her chest, everywhere on her torso, really, was riddled with knife wounds. I left the knife in her chest, the handle sticking out. By the time I was done, it had gotten so messy it was hard to keep a good hold on the knife.”

He listened to me, and then he barked out a laugh. He got up and began to pace the area in front of me, still laughing. Whatever amusement he showed, it looked genuine. “Fuck, you’re one intense little girl, aren’t you?” Another chuckle. “I like you, Sloane. Maybe I’ll have a talk with the boss and see if we can keep you to ourselves.” He flashed me a smile. “You’d make a fun addition to our group.”

That did not sound fun at all. I’d found where I was meant to be, and that was here, with Elias. I’d be damned if I let this asshole drag me away from that, just because he got a kick out of me.

“What if my mom doesn’t want to pay?” I asked.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll have to kill her, and keep you anyway.” He chuckled again, this one much darker in tone than his previous. He walked between the couch where I sat and the coffee table, standing directly in front of me. His free hand went to my head, curling down my face to my jaw, angling my chin up so I stared up at him. His thumb grazed my bottom lip. “You’ve got a nice mouth on you. I wonder how good you are with it.”

He wasn’t as big as Elias, not as strong, but he was still at least double my weight. There was no way I’d be able to take him on one-on-one. Just no way, and because of that, I had to play his game for now, until I could see a way out of this that wouldn’t involve me dying.

I didn’t want to die. For the first time ever, I had something to live for, someone to stay alive for. This asshole wouldn’t take that away from me.

“Careful,” I warned. “I might just bite your dick off.”

He laughed again, as if thinking I wasn’t serious. He tapped the gun with his other hand. “You really want to threaten me with teeth? Look at where you are. You’re not in a position to make threats. I, on the other hand—” He let go of my jaw, moving that hand to his crotch, which was eye-level with me, and rubbed his cock over his pants. “—am in the perfect position to. Tell you what. You take it like a good girl, help me get the money from your mom, and I’ll leave your aunt and your cousin alive.”

Threatening Elias. That didn’t sit well with me. Not one bit.

I didn’t say anything to that, though I did glare at him. He took that as me playing nice, because in the next moment, he was working to undo his pants with his free hand. His cock, I noticed, had started to bulge against his pants. He freed it, standing before me with his cock hanging out, half-hard.

“Put it in your mouth,” he instructed. “Help it get hard. I’m a grower, not a shower.” When I made no moves to, he set the gun against my head and repeated, “Put it in your mouth, girl.” A darker, fiercer tone this time, one that told me he wasn’t playing around. He’d hurt me if he had to. Hell, he’d probably like that just as much as he’d like this.

What was a girl to do besides play the game and wait for her turn?

I let out a silent sigh, moving closer to his half-hard cock. My lips parted, and I took him in my mouth, just as he instructed.

“Oh, yeah. Suck me like a lollipop, girl.” The man’s chest rumbled with desire, his voice thick with need. He still held the gun against the side of my head, but his other hand went to the back of my head, his fingers digging in my hair, as if to stop me from pulling back if I dared to.

Having anyone’s dick in my mouth that wasn’t Elias’s wasn’t fun on my part, but the longer the guy was enthralled with me, the more likely I’d have an opportunity later to take him down.

The more I sucked on his cock, the harder and longer it became. The cock came to life in my mouth, precum oozing off the tip. He started to rock his hips, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, fucking my mouth like he so clearly wanted to.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, “you’re a good little slut, aren’t you? Made to take a cock. The other guys will love taking turns with you. I bet you like getting fucked every which way, don’t you? I bet you love it.” He never stopped thrusting his hips, not even as he spoke of other men taking me.

I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t give him the satisfaction of me looking up at him while his cock was in my mouth. I wanted to bite down. Oh, how badly I wanted to show him I wasn’t afraid of him, but I didn’t trust him not to pull the trigger.

I wasn’t one to pray. I didn’t believe in God. I didn’t think there was some almighty being out there, watching over us all. If there was, I doubted there’d be people like me in this world. I doubted there would be as much death and destruction and chaos as there was. No, if there was a God, he’d failed us.

Or maybe we’d failed him and he’d abandoned us. Didn’t matter either way, because when the shit hit the fan, it was up to you and you alone to get yourself out of it, and right now, I had a mouth full of cock and a heart full of hatred.

I didn’t know how long the man lasted. I didn’t know how long he fucked my mouth until he came, but when his cock spewed his seed into my throat, I did my best not to gag. The only cum I wanted to taste was Elias’s, not this guy’s, whoever the fuck he was. I didn’t even know his name.

His name didn’t matter. He’d die soon enough.

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