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“We asked her point blank. She confessed her handlers had sent her to entertain us with no restrictions. That kind of turned my stomach. I asked her if she wanted out of this life. She hesitated, then said yes. We put a plan together. Darcy and my friend Johnny G would get chummy, kissing, and whatnot for everyone to see. Once Darcy’s handlers looked elsewhere, Johnny Gun took her to our clubhouse. Nails came asking about Johnny G and Darcy. We told him they were fooling around somewhere.” He rubbed his temple. “Yesterday morning, I got a serious verbal lashing from Blade.”

“Why?”

“He reminded me the clubhouse is for Devils’ Spawn members, not a refuge for lost and wayward girls. That’s where you come in.”

She touched her chest. “Me? Oh, wait. I’m getting your drift. Captain Weaver has connections. He could get Darcy relocated to a safe place.”

Cutter held up a hand. “That’s just scratching the surface. Darcy told us Nails and his buddies control a stable of minors, boys and girls, from the US and foreign countries. This is FBI territory, and they need to know soon. Darcy didn’t go home this morning. By now, Nails is planning to move the stable’s location, and I wouldn’t doubt the hunt to find her is on.”

“Where is she now?”

“Blade’s no fool. He sent her with Johnny Gun to Savannah soon after she arrived at the clubhouse. But the place won’t be secure for long. If Captain Weaver wants to interview her or get the Bureau involved, the sooner, the better. Blade can make the arrangements.”

“Good.” She nodded. Her expression was serious.

“What are you thinking?”

Emily tapped her temple. “The captain should know this today. It’s probably important enough to call him on a weekend. He could have this set up and running by this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest, especially if the girl is in danger.”

“Yes. I agree.”

“I’ll give him an extra thirty minutes. Call him at eleven.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A matter of propriety.” Emily frowned. “He is my boss. I don’t want to piss him off by calling too early.” She folded her arms.

“But, Detective, if your instincts tell you he needs to know, why wait?”

She eyed him straight on. It was clear her mind was racing. Exhaling, she stood. “You’re right. I’ll be right back.” She walked out.

Moments later, her side of the phone call streamed into the kitchen. She repeated parts of what he’d told her about Darcy’ssituation. Once the initial explanation was over, she answered in single words. A long silence indicated the call had ended.

Emily leaned against the kitchen doorway, a wicked grin on her face. “I did what you said, Daddy.”

“I heard you. What’s with the smile?”

“Oh, in about a couple of hours, you’re going to meet Captain Weaver. He wants to speak to you in person. We’ll have to postpone our conversation.”

“No, we won’t.” He smiled. “To discuss safewords, two hours is plenty.” Cutter pushed back his chair, opening some space between himself and the table. “For that conversation, I want you seated on my lap.” He patted his thighs. Sashaying a little, she moved to him. Going a step further, she straddled his legs, facing him.

“I’m all ears, Daddy.” She laced her fingers around his neck.

“You’re a tempting little minx.” Laughing, he lifted her by the hips and slid her closer, settling her bottom above his dick. Considering the topic they were about to discuss, things could get interesting. Cutter wanted her accessible to anything he was inspired to do.

One by one, he unbuttoned her top.

Emily raised her eyebrows. “What are you doing, Daddy?”

Cutter cocked his head, admiring the long strip of silky skin he’d just revealed. “Getting ready to discuss safewords and hard limits.” As he parted the top a little more, the creamy area between her breasts came into view. “Such beauties,” he murmured, sliding his fingertips to a nipple, still hidden under the flowery material. The tiny pebble stiffened on contact, and his cock followed suit.

“Oh,” she sighed.

“Hmmm, you like?”

“Uh-huh.” As Emily swiveled her shoulders, the top loosened.

With her breasts exposed, a renewed hunger filled him. Conversation or not, Cutter wouldn’t deny himself this pleasure. Fondling a silky mound up, he captured the nipple with his mouth. She gasped, and he bit down, entering the path of erotic pain for his little masochist.

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