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"That's okay. I've never touched a fun-sized dick before. It's perfect to take my backdoor virginity."

"As a former Jehovah's Witness, that's completely inappropriate."

"I'd love to do inappropriate things with you. You're like a little puppy I can place on my lap who'll also fuck me when I get horny."

"Kitty," I snap. "Not a puppy. Wrong animal."

Good Lord. She's even worse than her uncles.

"I bet you'd be a good pup,” Crystal mewls. "Wouldn't you, Trevor? I'd put you on a leash and give you your own food bowl. You could take me in a golden collar."

That's it. I can't take this anymore.

Grabbing her wrist, I yank her hand away. "No more."

Crystal makes a sad face. "Are you serious?"

"I'm deadly serious."

She crosses her arms over her chest. "I don't know why you even came here. This is such a waste of time."

"I didn't promise to have sex with you."

"You insinuated it."

"I changed my mind."

"I should've invited Steven."

"Only if you wanted him to call you my ladyin front of your family."

"Maybe I like being called my lady."

"The shame of dating someone with a neck beard isn't worth it. Your uncles would never let you live it down."

"Maybe I like neck beards. Maybe they turn me on."

"Maybe you should keep your opinions to yourself."

“I’m leaving.”

Just before I stand up, I spot a sexy man in a suit exiting Anton's mansion. I only catch his side profile, but the sight of his jaw alone turns me on. Who is this…gorgeousman? I wish my contact lenses allowed me to make him out more clearly.

"Oh my God." Crystal makes a face. "Were you staring at one of my uncle's employees?"

I take a sip of sparkling water. “That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

22

GRANT

Sunday, May 31st

Cages.I can't fucking believe it.

I sit at my desk and open my laptop. My fingers shake as I enter my passcode and access my home screen. Adrenaline charges through my chest like a fucking prized stallion kicking up dirt at the Kentucky Derby.

Khalid's words from yesterday billow through my mind. Never, ever in a million years did I believe the rumors about the Diavolos' warehouse. I put my faith in Michael—the man who comforted me when I confided in him about Ollie. The man who told me he'd help search for him and bring him back to his family. The man who swore that an employee dropped the cigarette which led to the fire.

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