Page 59 of Sinning for Santa

“What did I tell you about involving other people, little mouse?”

My eyes widen as a gasp escapes me, my eyes locking onto the dark and sinister gaze of Devon Marx.

Oh shit.

Chapter twelve

Devon

“I… I… I…”

She’s fucking lost for words, those big blue pools wide with fear, her gaze dancing between my gun, which is digging into Bruno’s temple right now, and back to me.

“What did you want to do under the tree with Bruno, little mouse?”

“Nothing… I…”

“You what?” I snap, and she flinches, her shoulders rolling forward as fear grips her.

The only response she musters is a shake of her head as her eyes turn glassy.

“Did you want to drop to your knees for him?”

“Sir, I—”

At Bruno’s attempt to defend himself, I shove the barrel harder against his temple, keeping my gaze on Jaxcen.

“No,” she whispers, her lower lip trembling, and fuck, I don’t want to make her cry, but I need to remind her that she can’t leave. She needs to stay here.

“So why the fuck did I get an alert on my phone from the motion activated camera, even after I’ve told you time and time again not to run, and what will happen to people you involve, only to find you strolling up to my men, and fucking flirting with them?”

She remains quiet.

“Trying to escape again?” I ask and she nods this time.

“Yes.”

“You obviouslydon’t care what happens to others do you?” My words have her scared eyes turning into angry slits. “So again, I’ll ask, what did I say happens to people you involve?”

“They die,” she snaps in a loud whisper.

“Exactly. You give them a death sentence. Now I have to kill one of my best men.” I deadpan and her lips part in protest as Bruno stutters.

“B-but Dev—”

“Stop!” I bellow, causing Jaxcen to squeak and Aaron to curse behind me as I glare at his fellow guard, shaking under the press of my gun.

Leaning in, I whisper in Bruno’s ear, so Jaxcen can’t hear. “Go along with this and I won’t beat the shit outta you for ogling what’s mine and considering her fucking offer.”

Bruno nods quickly, probably wondering what the fuck I mean by go along with me, but I don’t have time to explain it right fucking now. I’m too busy needing to make sure Jaxcen understands the consequences of her fucking actions.

“P-please don’t.” She starts to sob. “I didn’t mean to get anyone in trouble.”

“Yet you did. And now, because you were selfish, he’s going to die.” I shift my stance, like I’m preparing to shoot, and she drops to her bare knees on the hot gravel road.

“Please Mr Marx. I beg you not to harm him. I am at fault. Punish me, not him.”

My cock is instantly hard, the mere sight of her down on her knees looking up at me with tears streaming down that angelic face has sent all the blood from my brain to my fucking cock.

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