Page 53 of Paper Coffins

“And you do.”

I grin. “Your father introduced me to all walks of life. I think I have a fairer idea than you.”

“And let me guess, the kids who live on estates are still the perfect little drug runners.”

“If they turn a profit. We’re not here to talk shop, Talia. The bottom line is, until I figure out each and every man under you, I’m your cash machine. I know you have expensive taste. You know I can cover it.”

“But I don’t want your money.”

Each word is punctuated harshly. Each syllable unforgivable as it gains oxygen.

“I’m not giving you my money, but if that’s how you want to see it… fine.” I admit defeat. “Then you’ll be wearingthatfor the foreseeable.”

I make a point of staring at her ample breasts, nicely presented by the lace frill of her chemise.

“It looks good. It feels good too. It’ll make a show for my men and acquaintances.”

She growls, but I still take my leave.

“Y’know, it didn’t have to be like this at all, Talia.” I throw the words over my shoulder but make no move to face her. “If you’d just stayed away…”

“You had to know I wouldn’t be able to stay away forever.”

“No, but I had hoped.”

My last comment is quiet against the silence, and I choose to leave entirely.

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