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I turn and walk back to the kitchen.

ORION

While I grow more frustrated by the whole situation, Logan pleads.

“We don’t ever get to hang with girls like her anymore. Or ever,” he’s saying. “She could stay with me. I’ll keep her safe, you know I will.”

“Do you want to go jerk off and come back in ten?” I ask.

His reason to have her in his home holds up 100%, but I need his balls empty when he talks to me. Usually, he doesn’t oppose me because deep down I’m always thinking straight. And that’s saved his life too many times. Why? Because my cock knows when to make an appearance. And now is not the time.

“Just imagine being in the company of someone normal–” Logan starts, but I’ve had enough of his crap.

Kai walks in, which is good. He’s equally irresponsible, so he too can hear what I think of it.

“Imagine what?” I snap. “We’ll be holding her prisoner, and when we’re done with her… then what? Nobody knows about us. Do you want to put that at risk? We don’t even know who she is, for God’s sake!”

Logan doesn’t respond. He knows I’m right. Kai too.

“Do your research on her. I will too. We have a good reason to ask questions now, seeing as everyone’s talking about her.” Exasperated, I stand up. It’s time they leave. “Go home. They must be looking for you all over town.”

I walk out of the kitchen still in disbelief. A schoolteacher! I’ve seen a fair share of liars in my life and she’s by far the worst. And why wouldn’t she give us the name of her pimp?

She thinks all men think with their cocks. Well, I’ll be glad to change her opinion.

CHAPTER 4

MAISY

I’ve been in this room for a week now, away from everyone. There’s always a lot of noise coming from the kitchen downstairs, yet nobody has ventured to my room.

Except two days ago, when I heard someone walking up the stairs. Orion’s thunderous voice boomed through the house in warning: “If you’re tired, get the fuck out of my house! This is not a hotel! Get the hell out!” There was the sound of someone grumbling, and then… silence.

Kai and Logan came a few times, together and separately, so I got to spend time with each of them and get to know them better. In fact, I’ve been doing my own research with them. I already knew Logan was involved in the adult industry and I wanted to find out in what way. He’s a doctor but doesn’t really practice, although if he could, he would. He told me about his life, and his days spent around naked girls who strip for living. A pang of jealousy hit me when he talked about them giving him lap dances on a daily basis. Apparently, that’s how he’s been brought up: whiskey, and lap dances. He mentioned his mother, and how he wished he knew her. He even showed me a small heart he had tattooed over his left pectoral muscle, in her honor.

Kai, on the other hand, is a boxer: a mean killing machine. At least he’s channeling his negativity in the boxing ring. Labeling oneself as a professional boxer is apparently the best thing one can do in their line of work, especially when they know killing someone in the ring doesn’t make them guilty. And he has killed a lot. Legally, as he says.

I told them as much about me as I could, as I didn’t want to complicate things. I do like them a lot, and not being honest is, for the first time, tough. I haven’t had to be honest with people in a very, very long time. They genuinely look after me, without asking for anything back. And for me, that’s new. I have no point of reference as to if or when it will all go south. But I’m sure it will. That’s why I protect myself. I cannot tell them the truth yet.

“What shall we do today?” Kai asks as he makes himself comfortable on my bed, lying down with his head where my feet are, propped on his forearm.

“Let Maisy choose. She’s the one that’s stuck in this room,” Logan responds softly. Ever since we met, he’s been acting as if I need to be taken care of. He’s on the bed too, sitting opposite Kai, with his legs crossed, while I’m propped on my pillows against my headboard.

“Hey, don’t treat me differently just because I’m in here. It’s my choice that I’m here, no one else’s.”

“Yes, we know,” Logan chuckles and shuffles the cards.

“How about poker?” I grin.

“Poker?” Kai’s eyebrows flash. “Do you know how to play poker, baby girl?”

“Ha! Of course I know!”

“Hmm.” Logan is gazing at me, his eyes roaming from the nape of my neck down to my leggings, oozing that particular vibration that brings heat between my legs. “Don’t forget, we’re quite good at playing poker. We were taught how to play poker before we could walk.”

I chuckle, that’s funny. But Logan keeps his cool. The way he’s observing me, he’s taking off my clothes, one by one. I think I like his glare, although I could be wrong. He doesn’t give anything off.

“You have no money to play,” Kai’s raspy voice gets my attention.

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