Page 118 of Breaker

“Better be careful, pretty boy,” I snarl, my insides buzzing with a combination of hatred and quiet satisfaction at the look of fear on his face.

“Or what?” he growls.

“Or all your secrets may accidentally slip past my lips.”

Zane’s brows furrow, like he’s trying to figure out which secrets I’m referring to, at the same moment his hand drops away from my shirt.

Heart hammering, I lean back against the desk and smooth the collar of my shirt.This may actually work.With a smirk, I say, “Let’s finalize the details, shall we?”

His jaw clenches, but he nods as he lowers himself back into the seat.

“When did you find out?”

His tongue presses to his canine as he eyes me. “Only a few weeks ago.”

“This agreement is new?”

“Enough.”

“Before or after we were taken?”

“A few weeks before.”

“Who proposed it?”

“Rune.”

Of course he did.

And of course, Zane would accept. The greedy bastard he is. He’s just like Rune. Hiding his evil with smiles and sweet praises. Stupid of me to underestimate him. I should have known better.

“Being an antagonistic bitch doesn’t suit you, Cora,” Zane snaps. “Out with it.”

I smile sweetly as his face grows red with irritation. “Being an impatient narcissist suits you well, but you don’t see me getting all hot in the face about it.”

“My, my, what sass you have,” he says, laughing loudly, but it’s edged with violence. His eyes darken as his jaw clenches. “I can’t wait to fuck it right out of your mouth.”

I grin, propping my hands on the desk behind me, willing them not to shake from the violence swirling in his eyes. “See, here’s the thing, Zane. You won’t be anywhere near my mouth, or any part of me with your pencil dick.”

Zane quirks a brow. “Pencil dick?”

Just like a man. More concerned that I insulted his penis than the fact I just threatened him with revealing his secrets.

I shake my head. “More like the stub of one, after it’s been shaved down to the nub.”

He laughs, enjoying our game. “And how will you stop my pencil dick from taking what I want? Clyde’s not going to move in with you when we’re married.”

“I don’t need Clyde.”

“Oh, no?”

I lean forward, whispering so he has to lean forward too. “See, I know a little something about you.”

He chuckles darkly. “Is that so?”

“Indeed,” I say, matching his arrogance. “But I’m willing to a make a deal with you.”

A single brow raises as a smile snakes over his lips. “I’m glad to see you again, Cora. I was worried that your time with those degenerates had removed your spark.” Zane keeps his eyes locked on mine. Stupid man thinks he has the upper hand because he’s bigger, stronger, and has Rune’s ear. Thinks I’m incapable of fighting back. “What’s this deal?”

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