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"No, it's not your fault, sorry daddies."

"It's Okay. Next time I guess I'll make sure to help you," Finnian said.

"I'll make a note of it too," Ronan added.

"We don't have to talk about it," Jack rushed out. "I um need to clean it up."

The room was blanketed in silence that was twisted with awkwardness. I wished I could be down there. A part of me wanted to kick the linen closet door open and jump out. The other liked hearing Jack struggle to explain himself.

"Do you need help?" Ronan asked.

Of course, he did. The man was soft with Jack it was hard to believe he was the same Ronan I knew from a few years back. Before he'd become Jack's bodyguard, Ronan had been training to become a reaper for the Irish mob just like me. We had the same mentor he'd been just as good at killing. He might not have loved it as much as me but very few did.

"No, I got it." Jack cleared his throat. "Uh are you two going to watch me?"

"Hurry it up boyo. I have a few more things planned with you."

"Yes, Daddy Finn."

The bathroom door closed and a few seconds later Jack opened the closet door. He glared up at me and I couldn't help but smile.

"You're a very naughty boy."

If looks could kill, I'd be dead twice over.

"It's all your fault."

"Didn't you get to cum?" I asked.

Jack looked away from me searching the far wall of the bathroom as if it had something interesting on it. "Are you coming down?"

"No."

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

I was hard as fuck stuffed and twisted up like a damn pretzel; uncomfortable wasn't a strong enough word to describe the state I was in.

"Want me to come down and play with you some more?"

Jack slammed the door in my face. I laughed, unable to stop myself.I can't believe I thought it was going to be a boring assignment all because I wasn't killing someone.I was very wrong.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

JACK

I droppedonto the ground as Cian laughed. He stood over me and grinned. I both hated and loved that look. It was batshit crazy, but it made him even hotter when he did it.

"Are you done, princess?" He asked. "Come on, get up."

"You almost punched me in the face!" I growled. "And I'm too hot."

"How? I made sure to dress you in something light."

I glared at Cian. He'd helped me into a short blue and white mini-skirt, blue panties, and a matching lacy bra. The look was completed with a pair of fishnet stockings. When I asked where he kept getting these outfits, exactly in my size, Cian just smiled and told me to get ready for training. I still had no answers. And I still wasn't sure I wanted any.

"Water," I groaned.

Cian picked up the water bottle and squeezed it. Water hit me in the face and cascaded down my body while I blubbered and gasped. I swiped a hand down my face as he laughed. I hopped to my feet.

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