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Men and women lined up for the thousand-dollar-an-hour session, willing to take off their clothing, stroke their bodies, and sweat. All in the name of beauty.

He could feel his testicles and penis swelling and wiped the sweat from his brow as the engorged body parts filled the plastic.

He’d been through three wives, all who ultimately fucked around on him with men that had big dicks. He’d looked into penile implants, but with a three-inch penis, you could only go so far without aggressive and painful tactics. Instead, he waited patiently until someone could figure out how to do a penis transplant.

In his world, you needed three things. Money. Height. And a big dick. He was aiming for all three.

Finally done with the process, he removed the device and gently touched his dick. It was probably a good six inches, painful and red, but it would be hard as soon as he found the woman that would satisfy him tonight. He wished it were the Mackenzie girl. He’d been looking forward to having her.

Having seen her grow up, he knew that she would be a delicious little morsel when she was old enough. His men had followed her around, trying to figure out her type. Her type turned out to be men who weren’t clingy.

He’d laughed about that. Clingy was the last thing he was. He’d take her to one of the playrooms, whip her until her flesh was peeling from her body, then enjoy every hole on her body. She’d be lucky to live through it all just because of her arrogance.

Although she’d politely nodded at him every time he was at one of her parents’ snobbish parties, she refused to speak with him for more than three seconds. She’d change her tune when he got a hold of her. Burkholdt had been good enough to send the first video of their enjoyment together.

It was beautiful to watch and had him excited from the moment he began playing it. When they left to get the other men, they should have tied her up. Instead, somehow the bitch got away. She couldn’t have gotten far, although the men in the restaurant said she’d never be found again.

Feeling his cock begin to harden, he stopped. Thinking about Gail Mackenzie would only make him hard. He needed to dress and greet his guests.

Tonight would be the greatest night of his life!

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

The sprawling mansion nestled in the corner of a dead-end street had a massive iron gate leading to a circle drive. The same symbols of shamrocks, saints, and Ireland were everywhere on the property. In the gardens, on the gates, doors, even a massive crest above the five-car garage.

“Suspicious to anyone but me that this looks very similar to the things we saw at the mansion where we found the Mackenzies?” asked Tobias.

“Highly suspicious,” nodded JB.

“I don’t think little Phoebe was helping her parents out at all. I think her husband is connected to Quinn.”

“I’d agree with that,” said Jean. “For now, we go in as guests. Mingle, smile, be friendly, but not overly so. Stay clear of Quinn unless he speaks to you directly.”

“When we will know it’s time?” asked Tobias. Jean just grinned. “You’ll know.”

The door opened, leading into a large foyer. The enormous crystal chandelier hanging above the round table must have weighed hundreds of pounds. The table was stacked with champagne glasses, constantly being replenished by a maître-d.

Next to the wide, grand staircase was a twenty-foot blue spruce. The gold and crystal ornaments were expertly hung, glimmering in the light of the room. Beneath were wrapped gifts with the perfect accompaniment of a bow. Whether they were just for show or not, it was impressive to see.

Quinn was speaking to the Assistant Mayor of New York City but waved as they entered the house. The team separated, trying to get an idea of who was in the room and what their role was.

“Your gown is lovely,” said one of the trainers Piper had seen earlier. The trainer touched the neckline of her dress, grinning at her, and Piper smiled. Gripping her hand, she squeezed her fingers, hearing the loud crack.

“Oh, sorry. Was that too hard? I don’t like people touching me, except my husband.” The woman pulled her hand back, rubbing the sore knuckles.

“Damn, you didn’t have to be so aggressive,” she said, shaking her head. “I was just admiring things.”

“Yes. My things. Not yours. I don’t like to play.” Rory kissed the side of her forehead and let a low growl emanate from his throat. The woman jumped back, turning to head in another direction.

“I’m going to have to kill someone before tonight is done,” he frowned. Piper giggled, kissing him.

“Well, that’s an obvious,” she smiled. “Besides, I like it when we get to kill bad guys. And I believe there are a lot of them here.”

“Yea, me too.” Jean walked toward them to say something but was interrupted by Quinn.

“You’ve proven yourself to be invaluable,” he said, smiling up at the man. He was craning his neck, and he didn’t like it. It would make others see the disparaging height difference. “Have a seat, and we’ll chat.”

“I’m good,” said Jean, shaking his head. He stepped closer to Quinn, who took a step backward. “How have I proven myself invaluable?”

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