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“You’re, like, twice my age at least! What are you, like 40?”

“Yeah, I think you need another lesson,” he rumbled, gripping her hair tightly.

“It’s an observation! You ARE older than me! By a lot! It’s not disrespectful for me to notice it!”

“It is when you shit talkin’ about it. What’s SC?”

“Source Code.”

“Encryption?”

“It just turns information into coded information so no one else can read it, at least in theory.”

“Theory?”

“Some people can decrypt it if they have the right tools.”

“Are you the right tool?” he asked her, turning so his lips were against her temple.

“I could be if I had what I needed. It all costs money, the things needed to do all of that. There. Ask your expert or whoever if I’m right,” she demanded, tearing the page out of the binder and holding it back to him.

He took it and handed it to the man he’d called Gabe, who’d been in the chair. “Go up to the college, find whoever teaches that shit, and ask. Make sure whoever it is stays quiet about the questions. See if our little genius here is a liar or not.”

“Should I ask about the other things she was talking about too?” Gabe asked.

“Nah. Just check that. Carlos, ride with ‘m. Be back by morning.”

“Yeah, boss,” another man agreed, grabbing Gabe by the arm and leading him out.

Chapter 10

“It’s gettin’ late, boys,” Geo announced. “Say nighty night, Rue,” he smirked, pulling her out of the chair and guiding her back towards the hall. She stumbled, rolling an ankle in the heels, and Geo huffed and yanked her up. Holding her around her hips, he carried her to her room, leaving her shoe where she’d lost it. Tossing her on the bed, Geo flipped her other shoe off as she rolled to sit up and scoot back. “I think maybe you jus’ cain’t help yourself,” he told her, pacing the length of her bed and back. “That mouth jus’ runs, don't it?”

“Sometimes,” she agreed, looking past him to the open door and the man who stood on the wall, looking in.

“I think you need to learn some control… or maybe I’ll jus’ cut that tongue out. How ‘bout that?”

“I’ll try to be more mindful,” she answered, trembling as she put her back to the wall.

He snorted, then leaned up and grabbed her ankle, yanking her down the bed. She tried to roll, but he pinned her on her side and straddled her lower leg. Her upper leg he hooked an arm under and bent up, then gripped both her wrists in that hand as he held her down.

“Not again! Please!” she begged in a fearful whisper as he unzipped his pants with his free hand.

“Your own fuckin fault for gettin’ my blood up, bitch!” he countered, shoving her dress up to her waist and yanking her panties to the side. “Learn to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut!”

Sailor let out a sob as she tried to twist, but he held her firmly as his fingers groped her, then he slid his dick into her.

“Oh, tha’s fuckin’ RIGHT!” he groaned, burying his cock deep and leaning over her, gripping her hair in a fist.

Sailor whimpered again as he began pumping his hips, then opened her eyes in surprise at how good it felt. She didn’t know what was different or why, but every time his cock slid into her, it was gliding over a spot again and again, and it was beautiful.

“Shit!” he panted after just a few moments, then went still and came inside of her.

Sailor let out a breath, both in relief and in loss, as he pulled out of her.

Laughing at her with a sneer of disdain, he backed up and buttoned his pants, then turned and left, flipping the light off and slamming the door shut.

Sailor fixed her underwear, then moved up the bed to get in the blankets. The dress was uncomfortable, but she didn’t dare turn the light on to try and find something to change into, not after he had turned it off. Someone was out there standing guard.

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