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“Sounds like you’ll have one hell of a resume when all this is over. Sniping, bombs…” Fiore pauses, considering, and I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or simply playing me. “But you said you didn’t do bombs, didn’t you? Neither do I.”

Which reminds me of why I’m chained up here, with my back all torn up from shrapnel. “Yeah.” I avert my gaze. “Some wires must have… gotten crossed. Pun intended.”

Did my client betray me? But they couldn’t have known where I’d be. They couldn’t have predicted when I’d make my move. If it wasn’t them—no, even if it was them—it would mean they somehow managed to gain a lot more information about me than they should have.

I’m fucking careful. I don’t make mistakes like this.

I need to contact Corbin. He can help me make sense of this.

Right after he lays into me for fucking up the way I have.

“Hmm. Well, from where I’m sitting,” Fiore says, “it seems like someone tried to kill both of us. If I let you go, you’ll probably try to kill me again, which is obviously problematic and not ideal for me. Right now, no one knows if you’re alive or dead. That’s a pretty good place to be in when you’re trying to hunt down someone who set you up.”

It takes me a second to realize what he’s suggesting. “You want… you want us to team up? I should just forget my contract and work with you instead?”

It’s a fucking stupid idea. I can’t trust Fiore. He’ll probably use me and kill me once he’s gotten what he wants.

But I’m also injured, and tired, and sore, and the thought of going back to Corbin in this state only fills me with dread.

“It’s either that or I just slit your throat,” Fiore says matter-of-factly. “Because I’m not cutting you loose only to have you come back to try to fulfill that contract. I could blow your brains out, but my housekeeper would definitely not appreciate that mess. Not that blood is much better, but that’s their preference.”

I laugh at the threat, not because I don’t believe him, but because I would have done the exact same thing. Only if our positions had been reversed, I probably wouldn’t have bothered with the interrogation or the piss play; I’d have murdered him on the spot.

I smile up at him. “Sure, Daddy, why not. I promise to be very obedient so you don’t have to hurt me.”

He smirks back at me. “Don’t be too obedient. I’d hate to not have an excuse to spank you before the end.” He gets up. “Get some rest. Your back is fucked up,” he says more briskly, his tone far more businesslike. “Think about what I said and make your real decision in the meantime.”

I watch him leave the room, then try to get more comfortable on the bed with my cock still flopping out.

Fiore thinks I was lying. But I wasn’t. I’m not stupid enough to reject an offer like that.

I can’t get my revenge on whoever did this to me if I’m dead.

CHAPTER THREE

CRISTIANO

Daddy.

I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, but that’s not something I thought I’d ever add to the list of ones I like. I’m used to hearing Sir, and even Master, from some of my regulars at the BDSM club I frequent, but never once have I accepted the name Daddy.

Maybe I just have my own father issues, and that’s why I don’t want to be someone else’s even in play.

It’s not like no one’s ever brought it up before. A few sweet little subs have begged me to let them call me Daddy, but I’m not interested in signing up to be someone’s sugar daddy.

I have the money, but not the desire.

I still don’t, but the sound of the word coming from Fox’s plush lips makes me want to slide my cock right over them and into his mouth.

Calm down.

I take a deep breath as I stare at the locked door in front of me, then punch in the code that lets me inside the room with no windows. My guest room, as Fox had called it, has seen more than its share of unwilling houseguests. He’s just one of many.

So why is he affecting me like this?

I close the door behind me, glancing at him—and the cock that’s still lying on his inner thigh from where I’d neglected to tuck it back into his pants.

Fox hasn’t moved much from before I left. He’s shifted enough to get his arms a bit more comfortable, but with his back still injured, he can’t stretch out easily.

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