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“Explain exactly what happened,” Luc says.

“I stomped on the back of the prostitutes head,” I say. “That hurt the target and the prostitute. I believe her nose was broken, possibly more. Peri and I took care of the target. As we were about to leave, I felt it best to eliminate all possible problems. She’s a prostitute. Worthless. Useless.”

“Seems like Baal should have known the target’s schedule for getting his dick sucked,” Peri says.

Luc turns and steps at Peri, placing the tip of the knife to Peri’s neck. The knife is so perfectly sharp, a droplet of blood forms at Peri’s neck and gently climbs down toward his shirt.

“Was this avoidable?” Luc asks Peri.

“No, Sir. It was not. We were already in the office. We had come too far to stop. If we had determined the female was someone of importance that would have been a different scenario. Both myself and Ty acted in good faith with honor and respect to ourbrood, thelegion,with the desires ofPergalways in mind.Sir.”

Luc turns away from Peri and hands the knife to Des.

“Do I have permission to cut his tongue out?” Des asks.

“No,” Luc says. “Go the fuck away, Des. Everyone go away. I need to handle this alone with Ty.”

I remain on my knees as everyone starts to work their way out. Before they can all leave, Luc throws a right fist at my face, hitting my jaw and cheek.

I spit blood halfway across the room and see stars.

But I don’t fucking fall down… I will never fall that easily.

Luc flexes his hand.“Stand the fuck up, Tyrant.”

I climb to my feet. I feel my heartbeat in my face where Luc punched me. It’s okay. I deserved it. I deserve more. Plenty more. But what was I supposed to do in that situation?

“I was right to attempt to call it off,” Luc says. “I let you talk me out of it. So this one is on me. We should have had another sweep of the building.”

“Permission to speak,Sir?” I ask.

“Yes, Tyrant. Speak. Fuck. Just speak. Casual.”

I turn my head and look at Luc. “Everything Peri said is true. When we entered the office we could tell something was different. Maybe we should have left right then and there. When I realized it was some cheap fucking street whore, it seemed logical to just finish the job. Did I have to kill the whore? Not sure, Luc. I made a decision. I had already stomped on her head. Her nose shattered. Face broken. Concussed. Really nasty stuff. I did everyone a favor. And to be fair it was led by shitty intel from Baal.”

“Who paid his price,” Luc says. “But, again, this is on me. I allowed this to happen. Doesn’t mean you won’t go without punishment.”

Luc ponders the punishment notion and then suddenly starts to grin.

“The new arrival,” he says.

“No,” I say. “Fuck no.”

“Yes, Tyrant. Yes. You’re going to break in the new arrival. Welcome her toSA. You’re going to be herace.”

Fuck.

Fuck!

My nostrils flare. I swallow hard. Luc knows… he knows this isn’t a good idea…

“Cut my tongue out instead,” I say to him.

He laughs. “No fucking chance. The new arrival is going to need your tongue. Right?”

That’s a fair point. With Luc’s command and my commitment, the new arrival has no idea what’s about to happen to her. I’m going to write my name a million times between her legs with the tip of my tongue. Tattoo her clit and cunt and even flirt with her forbidden ass. She’s mine.

Luc keeps to tradition and nods for me to enter thePerg.There I place my mask on. He does the same. He gives the final command. The new arrival belongs to me. She will eventually have to come to thePergand take her vows.

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