Page 37 of Consequences
Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for the drug to set in once consumed. Unlike the sedative I keep on hand for Tennant and Hollis’s kidnapping games, this one doesn’t work quite as fast, so we’re able to play it off as if we’re escorting a very “drunk” Cor home. Or we're off somewhere to take advantage of him, but that’s another rumor that just sparks joy rather than actual worry.
None of them will be too concerned since he’s a man, and it’s easier to ignore “those things”, because sweeping shit under the rug is what people in this tier of wealth are good at.
In James’s SUV, we settle Cor into the backseat and tie him up. He lets us do it, as Rose is still playing her part, flirting with him, and making the horny bastard happy to do whatever we ask.
Thankfully, he passes out soon enough, so I don’t have to hear him drugged up and coming onto my assistant. I trust Rose to take care of herself, but still,gross.
“Okay back there?” I turn in my seat to look at her.
She rolls her eyes and pushes Cor off her lap, onto the floorboard. I snort. “Perfectly fine,” she assures me. “I need a shower to wash the sleaze off of me, but other than that, I’m not traumatized or anything. Can’t say it was fun pretending to be into the douche, but I’ll be happy he’s off the streets, so no one else has to suffer.”
I grin, because I didn’t expect anything less from her. I didn’t choose any of my assistants just for their medical knowledge, but for the fact none of them would blink twice at taking another life rather than saving it.
James and I are waiting for Cristian and Allesandro in one of the rooms at Tennant’s torture chamber. It’s weird not being called out here to patch someone up, or to give them a little extra boost to keep them going for longer. I don’t usually get to enjoy this side of things, and I hope they let me stay.
“You are way too excited,” James murmurs as he stands next to the table I’m sitting on.
“Can you blame me?”
My best friend side-eyes me, but chooses not to comment, which is probably for the best.
When the door to the room we’re in opens, and Cristian and Allesandro walk in, James straightens up. Inwardly, I roll my eyes, but stay seated as the two Bosses enter the room.
“Good work, Doc. Thank you,” Cristian says as he eyes the man strapped to the dentist’s chair.
“Mind if we stay?” I ask. James shoots me alook,but doesn’t contradict me.
Cristian huffs in amusement. “Of course not.”
Allesandro walks over to stand in front of Cor. “How long has he been awake?”
“About ten minutes or so. Gotta say, pretending to still be asleep is probably the only smart thing he’s done. I don’t know if he recognized me as we were tying him up, or what, but some survivalist instinct in his lizard brain seems to have kicked in, as he’s only twitched a few times.”
Cor groans, either from the side-effects of the drugs or being called out. I don’t know, or care. Slowly, he opens his dull brown eyes and looks at Allesandro. He jolts in his restraints.
“Never expected to see me again, I’m guessing?” The dangerous purr to Allesandro’s words has my dick perking up, and I squirm on the table.
James’s stare burns into the side of my head, because he knows me well enough to guess what I’m thinking, but I ignore him. The benefit of us staying for this show will be that he gets to fuck me rough after this, becausehell, nothing has even happened yet and my blood is heating with excitement.
“I don’t know what you mean? You have the wrong guy.” Well, Cor’s arrogance is still in full-force, that’s for sure, as his voice doesn’t so much as waver when he speaks.
“No? What about me?” Cristian steps up next to Allesandro, and if it were possible, Cor would shrink back at the sight of my Boss.
“N–no,” Cor lies.
Cristian removes his jacket, handing it over to Allesandro before unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his still-sutured side. “What about these? Surely any good doctor will know his own handiwork.”
Cor swallows and looks around the room wide-eyed, as if trying to come up with a good excuse. When he sees me and James, his eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Wes–Wescott? What is going on? Is this some type of sick joke?”
I laugh. “I thought the same at first when I saw the sketch of you, but well, to say I’m not surprised this is the turn your life took is an understatement. You always did think you were tough shit, and above the law.”
My words seem to trigger something in him, as he loses the act and a sneer crosses his face. “Iamabove the law, you,” hecasts a look to Allesandro and Cristian—who is redressing—“are not.”
The Bosses both laugh. “Funny,” Cristian says. “You’re the one tied up under our laws, whereas not even a pair of handcuffs have ever seen my wrists.”
“Nor mine,” Allesandro muses. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,Cor. You can tell us what we want to know, or we’ll extract the answers from you. I know which way I’d prefer. So please, choose that one.”
Cor presses his lips together. The Bosses exchange a look, before Cristian gestures. “You’re the guest, you get first pick.”
