Page 130 of Corrupt Game

Rossi began to eat the stew. “Yes, boss.”

He stood, and I followed suit with a nod to the bartender.

This must be a McGinty owned bar because he acted as if it was normal for people to come in and have a meeting in less than twenty minutes. He hadn’t blinked an eye as if it was all perfectly natural.

Switching a few things into the carry-on didn’t take long.

I started pacing the room.

The phone pinged with a text from an unfamiliar number. A video.

After watching it and talking with Collette, I very much wanted to kill Sergi Pavlov and Edmond Kelly in the most painful way possible.

This was revenge, too. Sergi was the one man that knew about a major mistakes I made when I was younger.

When I’d started having women become submissives for me, his sister had been the third one. She’d been fine while she was with me, but her underlying issues made me decide to release her to seek mental help. She hadn’t gotten the help that I offered to get for her, and Sergi had discovered her dead only a few weeks later.

Certain that I’d probably contributed to her issues, I had felt guilt for years. I hadn’t done my due diligence on her background. She hadn’t been equipped for a sub/dom relationship. I also wasn’t as flexible with my submissives as I should have been. Collette had shown me that, but it was years too late.

Rossi had more than earned his paycheck for keeping me alive in those years. Sergi had come after me a few times, but his anger had made him irrational. Kira had been special to him, and that she’d died after being under my control for six months hadn’t endeared me to him.

Now he could hurt me almost exactly as he’d been hurt.

And there were ugly rumors about how he’d trained his dogs. He was a horrible person.

Was I so different?

Trauma had bled through my entire life. It had affected everything that I touched. I wasn’t just a bad dom, I was a horrible person, Like Sergi.

To think that I’d subjected Colette to my own kind of torture she’d started to love me.

What an idiot I’d been to think that anyone would willingly subject themselves the treatment I’d handed out. Even if they’d signed a contract and it said that they could leave whenever they wanted, it didn’t mean they actually would.

The women that I’d brought into my life were submissives and didn’t know how to tell a dom no. It wasn’t in their nature to say no or even protest when they didn’t like something.

Having their consent didn’t mean that they were okay with all the things that I had done. I’d unknowingly been using the term dom to keep women in slavery to me. Against their common sense, they would let me do anything to them because they considered it part of the submissive process.

When instead I should have been doing check-ins and aftercare for the subs. Maybe even tried to go to therapy again.

I had a god-complex. Everything that I wanted, I got. If I couldn’t just get it, then I made sure to put things into place that would allow me to achieve the end goal.

Until Collette waltzed in with that know it all attitude, I’d forgotten that it wasn’t just about me. It was about the sub as well.

Collette had thrown a wrench in my well thought out system. She was a brat. That was a completely new type of situation. Not only would she talk back, but she would keep me accountable for my actions. The difference between a sub that didn’t know better, and a brat, was that the brat couldn’t help speaking up even when they knew it was going to get them punished.

The relationship between a dom and a sub was a delicately balanced line. I’d forgotten that over the years of being a selfish ass. Collette had been the reminder that I’d needed to pivot and make sure that she wanted to stay. In the future, I wouldn’t let my wants control the needs of the people with me.

That is, if I got her out of this situation.

Chapter 47 colette

“Wake up. Hurry.” A voice next to me hissed. “If they find you asleep, they like to piss on you.”

“What?” I opened my eyes just as the lights came on, blinding white, making my skull split in two.

The woman in the next cage over, a thin brown haired woman of about my age, mimicked zipping my lips, and I took her cue.

Everything on my body ached.

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