Page 50 of The Cat's Dom

A door on the other side of the room opened, and Maximus waddled through with a guard holding his upper arm dressed in bright orange. The monster smiled brightly when he sat down.

“They didn’t tell me who was here. This is a treat being able to see my girl.”

She rolled her eyes, which got his attention, and his smile dimmed. “Oh, Max. This isn’t going to be a nice visit.”

“Don’t call me Max, Catalina.”

“Oh, Max, I’ll call you whatever I want. And I go by the name of Cat now. The woman you knew has died, and I couldn’t take hearing that name again.”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I have a few questions, and if you answer all of them honestly, you’ll get a treat.”

“You fucking little whore.”

She chuckled. “Says the fucking dickhead monster.” She turned to Macy. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Use whatever words you want, Baby.”

She smiled and turned back to Max. “How many girls have you hurt?”

Max smiled. “Dozens.”

“Have you killed any of them?” she asked.

“I would say that a few gave up.”

God, she wanted to punch him so badly. “Where did you put the bodies?”

“What bodies?” Max asked in mock surprise.

“You’re not going to let their families find any peace?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said and grinned.

“I have one more question. Why would my parents give me to you when they died?” Cat asked.

“Who said they died?” Maximus said and grinned.

The shock took a moment to get past. “They’re alive?” She couldn’t remember who had told her they had died. He nodded in his cocky way. “Where are they?”

“Probably still in the South of France, I suppose.”

Cat looked down at her hands. “Why did they give me to you if they’re alive.”

“It’s amazing how innocent you are after all our time together.”

She gritted her teeth. “Tell me.”

“They owed me a lot of money.”

Jesus, it just kept getting worse. “You’re telling me that my parents, who were supposed to love and protect me, gave me to a monster?”

“You’ve always been dramatic,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Dramatic? You raped me when I was sixteen, you bastard. You ripped me apart and then laughed about it as I bled.”

He chuckled, and her hatred for him grew until she about lost it and flew over the table at him. He snorted.

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