Page 45 of Vice

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Dele

“You have an extraction plan?” Viper asks me as he’s getting dressed and packed to leave for the weekend.

Just like I’d counted on when I had that drug cocktail made, Harp remembers very little of our night together. And the little he remembers is irrelevant or poses no danger to my or Viper’s cover. As far as he’s concerned, the night was so raunchy and wild with so much drugs and alcohol that he blacked out and the fleeting images he has of Viper fucking me from behind while he watched are just that. Fleeting.

“I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t have an extraction plan. As soon as you all leave, I’m leaving. I would have been gone already once I got the information I needed if you hadn’t been here.” Speaking of that information. “By the way, you can hand that over now. No need to keep it for safe keeping. This mission is officially over.”

Without looking at me as he adjusts his collar in the mirror, Viper begins, “About that…”

Instinctively I frown. Because I get the distinct feeling that Viper is about to piss me off to cap off the weekend.

“I’m keeping it.”

Of. Fucking. Course.

“Viper.”

“Bell.”

“Viper, give me the fucking hard drive.”

“It’s much safer use in my hands than in yours.”

“Safer?”

“If there’s one thing that this weekend has proven to me, it’s that you can’t be trusted to keep yourself out of trouble.” He finally turns from the mirror to look at me. “So why the hell would I hand over information to you that is undoubtedly just going to get you in more fucking trouble?”

“You’re going to hand it over because you wouldn’t have even known there was information to be gotten if it wasn’t for me and my sister finding that out.”

“Information that you almost didn’t get at all because you managed to botch this mission from the beginning. Tell me, Bell, what would have happened to you if I hadn’t been here to keep those men’s filthy hands off of you.”

“Nothing. Because it was your fault I was put in that position. You’re the one who decided to fucking taunt me by fingerfucking some other woman’s pussy.”

“I wouldn’t have done that if you hadn’t walked into the room without telling me you were going to be here.”

“If I had told you what I was planning, you would have tried to stop me or changed your plan.”

“Exactly.”

“And then I wouldn’t have gotten this information.”

“Or maybe you could have passed what you knew along, and we could have let Wyan look into it. That’s why we agreed to keep him alive in the first place. To put him on this.”

“One. I never wanted to kill him. Two. I never agreed to putting Wyan on this because I disagreed with you both about leaving children in cages. That was you all’s idea and is exactly why I knew I couldn’t trust what you’d do with the information when you had it anyway.”

“Tough. You’re going to have to,” Viper says with a shrug as he starts toward the door.

I’m not letting him go that easily, though. I manage to cross to the other side of the bed, get in front of him, and barricade the door with my body. He grabs me to wrench me from it. I grab onto the arm holding onto mine, tuck myself closer to him, and pinch into a sensitive spot under his arm. Any other person would have immediately let go. But this is Viper. And he’s trained to take pain. But even he loosens his grip some in response. I go for a chop to his neck with my opposite hand.

He blocks it. But that’s what I was counting on. Because while he’s blocking the chop, I wrench my arm from his grip and grab onto his cock through my pants. Nothing painful. But definitely enough to be distracting so that I can sweep him off his feet and pin him face first onto the floor.

“Cheap shot,” he says. I can practically hear the smirk on his lips.

“You taught it to me. Now where’s the hard drive?”

“In my things. But you’ll never get to it.”

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