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Harper’s face flashed across my mind. All twisted in a mix of agony and pleasure while I forced an orgasm out of her. The image was so vivid I had to shake my head to get rid of it. “Can we just get this over with?”
Preston pushed off his car and swung his hand towards the door. Silently saying ‘lead the way.’ Which was exactly what I was going to do, until I heard a muffled cry and knock.
“What the fuck was that?”
“What?” Preston asked back.
Knock, knock.
“You don’t hear that?”Was he deaf?
“Nope.” He shook his head. “I don’t hear shit.”
Whatever. We weren’t here to seek out strange noises anyways. I took a step, then stopped. Could’ve sworn I saw Preston’s trunk vibrate.
Knock, bang.
There it was again. It was almost like…
“Do you have someone in your trunk?”
Preston rolled his grey eyes my way. “Don’t worry about it.”
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. How the fuck was I supposed to respond to that? Call him a dumbass for bringing a hostage to a meet? Somehow I didn’t think that would fly very well and I wasn’t in a hurry to have his knife pressed up against my balls again. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was Marnie Dupire trapped in there.
He was pretty pissed when I hit on her and her sister. I believe his exact words were,“Touch the one with glasses and I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat.”Nothing killed a hard on faster than the threat of castration, especially when you knew said threat would be followed through with.
Fuck it. His business was his business. I didn’t want to know what he was doing with his toy.
Or did I?
I crossed my arms and eyed the psycho up. Preston was one cold, calculating bastard, but he got shit done. “What would you do?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if it was Marnie in there?” I tipped my chin at Harper’s house.
His brow arched. “Are you asking for my advice?”
Yes.
No.
“Maybe?”
I didn’t think he was going to say anything at first. He just stood there looking at the house, then shifted his gaze over to me.
“First off, my Bird won’t be able to run anywhere.” He lifted his hand and pointed a finger. “Trust me.”
Bird? Interesting nickname considering Marnie’s wings were clipped the second Preston decided that he wanted to… play with her? Fuck her? Kill her? Who the fuck knew what he wanted to do with her. Whatever he was after, there was no doubt in my mind that Marnie was well and truly fucked. This methodical bastard probably had every last detail planned. And back-ups just in case plan A got bumpy.
“But say she could…” Preston sighed, sat down on the hood of his car and studied the house. “I’m guessing this isn’t just about her taking off?”
My response to that was a derisive snort. Harper running away was only the most recent in a long list of infractions.
His gaze slid my way. “You sure you’re ready for the answers you want?”
“You’re fucking kidding, right?”
