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Idropped the laptop on the desk in front of Obsidian. "See what you can do with that. I want to know what he knows, and see if you can find that building contract.”

Roulette knocked and I waved her into the office. "Did you do it?"

"I got it."

"No, I mean, did you go through with it?"

I shook my head silently.

"So, you went all that way, had him lying there unconscious, and didn't kill him?"

Roulette stared at me like she usually did. Giving me that judgmental look that said I was fucking crazy.

"Nope."

"What was the point of that?"

I turned away from her because I didn't even know at this point. At first, I wanted to show that I had power, that I was smarter than him. But in the end, he'd won. I never hated anyone more than I did, Caleb Killic. At least, that's what I was trying to convince myself of this morning when I opened my eyes to the most beautiful California sunset. But then I quicklyremembered how I'd gotten there and what had happened. I could still feel his heated touch running down my back as I slid myself away from under his arm.

Looking at him, sleeping so peacefully, I fought the urge to go through with my plan. it would be so easy to just kill him. I wanted to, badly, but what would that solve. This was all a game to him anyway.

I didn't bother waiting for him to wake up, I simply gathered my stuff, picked up the laptop I found tucked in the chaise lounge in his office, and ran out. Before I got to the main gate I remembered my gun. Staring up at the security camera, I undressed before jumping into the pool and retrieving the Beretta. As I picked up my clothes, I flicked the camera off and walked out. The hell if I was going to give him another reason to come find me.

"What are you going to do now?”

"I don't know, Roulette! Stop asking me questions because I don't know!"

She sat back in a seat across from Obsidian and they both watched me. I honestly had no idea what my next move was. Killing him was too easy, I needed to be methodical in my approach with him.

Obsidian opened the laptop and sighed. "I think you need to seduce him."

I let out a snicker and shook my head. "I think we're far beyond seduction at this point."

"What do you mean?" Roulette always liked digging in deeper while Obsidian just glanced up at me quietly and knowingly, and just continued to tap away at the laptop's keyboard.

"It doesn't matter, just let me know what you find on that thing."

The phone suddenly rang, and Obsidian put it on speaker. Angora, the club’s Secretary’s voice, rang through. She managed all of my private affairs and kept me up to speed on anything that may affect the Violent Delights.

"Obsidian. Is the Prez with you?"

"Yes, she's here."

"Prez I've got Caleb Killic on the line. He says he's been trying to reach you."

I'd been ignoring my phone all day precisely for this reason. "I don't wish to speak to him. Tell him I'm in a meeting or something."

"Prez you're gonna want to talk to him."

I frowned. "And why is that?"

"Because his company just bought out the entire escort service for one night and he is willing to pay whatever it is he needs to pay."

I glanced at both Obsidian and Roulette and walked over to the phone. "Put him through."

"This is gonna be bad," Obsidian whispered.

The phone rang and before I could answer, his deep voice came through.

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