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“First, you’re going to retrieve the girl from the club. The one you picked up for trying to slash your tires. She works for my acquaintance and they aren’t thrilled that you’ve taken her. Once you have her in your possession, call me. We can negotiate a place for the exchange.” His laughter floods the line and then it goes dead. He hung up.

“I knew it!” I mutter under my breath, gliding the car off the next exit and deeper into the heart of the city.

Chapter 6

XOXO

Quinn-

LeManchotwentstrollingout of my room and his goons surrounded the only exit. I wouldn’t stand a chance against all of them. Not unless I put on a good behavior act. Then I can pick them off a few at a time and give myself a fighting chance. Something of an insurance policy, in case Christian doesn’t come for me. My thoughts flash to the night I lost my mother. I’ve forgiven him, I remind myself, and push the thoughts away. I need to convince them I don’t plan to try anything. Instead of attacking them, I climb back onto the bed and lay down. As I stare at the ceiling feigning good behavior, I secretly begin plotting their demise. I work out each and every step. My insurance plan gives Christian plenty of time to come for me, but it also lays a solid defense against Le Manchot. My body shakes with anger at the thought of him. How dare he, and exactly who does he think he is messing with the longest running mafia in the city? His intentions are unclear. Why create conflict unless it’s part of a distraction from something much larger?

I was thinking so hard I must have dozed off for a little while. I crack an eye open and scan the exit. Only two guys remain. I can easily pick them off.

“Hey boys, after I freshen up a little, I’ll tell you what he said he was planning to do to you all.” I say with a big, sexy wink, then slip into the bathroom and close the door before turning on the water. I crack the door and call out, tormenting them some more, “It’s a shame you two aren’t bad on the eyes you know and a girl can look. Though if Christian caught me looking at either of you, well, you know what would happen.”

I slam the door before slipping into the shower and rinsing off. The hot water feels amazing. I take a long shower, enjoying the way the heat soothes my aching body and soul. I hate pretending to be interested in anyone but Christian. If it’s the only thing I can use to help me escape, I know it won’t hurt his feelings one bit. He would rather have me safe and sound. Even though I know this, it doesn’t change the twinge of guilt I feel. When I emerge from the bathroom, I find my room empty. The two guards from earlier are gone. I know the chances are slim that both sets of men are gone. It doesn’t stop me from opening the door and walking right into another guard.

“What happened to those guys?” I ask, pointing my thumb over my shoulder.

“Don’t know, we were hoping you could tell us,” the blonde guy answers.

“I was only telling them about what Chistian said when we talked earlier. He was going on and on about how the guys from the other night showed up, offering to lead him right over here if he would just spare their lives. Of course, he said yes because there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for me. Then he was telling me all about what he has planned for everyone here. That is, anyone in the house once I am safely out,” I laugh maniacally, while twirling bits of my wet hair as water drips down my white cotton shirt.

The men looked away uncomfortably, but I reached out, laying my hand aggressively against the blonde guy’s chest. “It’s okay, looking never hurt anything, darling. I’m sure Christian won’t mind since he’s going to kill you all, no matter what you do. We may as well enjoy it,” I taunt, slamming myself against him.

I feel him stiffen uncomfortably against me, but he doesn’t pull away. It’s like he’s torn between my words and his desire. I can tell he’s thinking over everything I am saying. He’s turning it over in his tiny little brain in an attempt to decide if it’s a trick.

“I mean, if you aren’t interested,” I say, breaking his concentration as I turn to seduce his partner, who swats my hand away.

“What are you thinking, Eddy? The boss specifically said not to let her get in our heads. All we have to do is make it another few minutes and he’ll be back down to deal with her himself. Stick to the plan, man,” he says to the blonde delivering the tongue lashing without so much as a second thought in my direction.

“Suit yourself,” I pur. “Eddy wants to come inside and play, isn’t that right?” I tease in a baby voice as I boop him in the chest. My gaze travels from his eyes down to his crotch, slowly and seductively. “Besides, I think he’s going to bring another friend to play. It’s your loss, really you could have rock, paper, scissored it out to see who gets my pussy and who gets to fill this tight little ass.”

Eddy’s jaw is on the floor. He’s practically pulling me back inside of my room. His stare is hungry and wild. I might be dancing with danger, but I’m not scared yet. I still have everything under control. His partner, on the other hand, doesn’t know how to play it cool. He’s already on the radio, calling for backup.

“Oh, tisk, tisk, tisk,” I scold with a pouty face, someone’s being a party pooper.

He rolls his eyes, and that’s when I snap. How dare he roll his eyes and turn me down. I grab him by a clump of hair and pull him closer to my face while Eddy, my good boy, stares on in a trance. “My puddin’ is going to find out how you disrespected his woman. I’ll be sure to tell him to take his time with you since you’re being so disrespectful. Christian doesn’t tolerate anyone disrespecting his lady. Now if you aren’t going to be a good boy, I’m afraid it’s nap time for you.” I say before slamming his head into the trim around the doorway.

His head collides with a loud crack. I slammed him so hard I knocked him out. Eddy watched on, jaw gapping as his partner slid to the ground in a crumpled heap.

“Areyoureadytobe a good boy, Eddy?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.

He nods his reply eagerly.

“Go lay in the bed and close your eyes so I can surprise you,” I instruct playfully, all the while holding his attention with my eyes. He does as he’s told and I quickly disarm his buddy to stash the weapons for later. Then I take off his belt to use as a restraint on my good boy.

When I enter the room, Eddy is in bed, his clothing is strewn across the floor. Thankfully, he left his boxers on. I cringe as I glance at him. This is going to suck a little, but I plan to make the best of it. Before I begin, I twist the lock on the door to engage it. I don’t need anyone interrupting before I’m done carving up this masterpiece. I snap the belt in my hand with a crack and he jumps.

“Oh, does Christian’s little play toy like it rough?” Eddy teases.

“Mmmm,” I moan. “We both do,” I say right before I bring the belt down hard across his legs with a crack. His yelp gives me a little satisfaction. “Spread those legs so I can strap you down and ride you. It’s a gift for being such a good boy.” He does as he’s told and I use his shirt to tie one leg and his pants to tie the other. I knot it all real good so he can’t escape. Next, I grab one hand and secure the belt around it, strapping it securely to the headboard post. All the while purring on about how Christian will cut his hands off for touching what’s his. I drag my hand across his chest and grab his belt from the floor to use on his other arm. Before I do, I crack the belt once more, then bring it down hard across his chest. His skin instantly reddens as the welting process begins.

“Such a good boy you are, Eddy,” I tease once I have him secure. “Just remember baby, good boys don’t make a sound. His eyes widen in anticipation, and I can’t be sure if it’s arousal or fear. I hope it’s the latter which only sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. Christian usually gets to have all the fun, but I need to show my puddin’ pop I can take care of myself. I trail my fingers lightly across Eddy’s torso, pretending to trace his muscles. When I think he’s had his fill of teasing, I leave him abruptly, his needy cock bulging and straining against the fabric of his boxers. I retrieve his sock from where it lies lonely on the ground. It’s mate, some distance away from being discarded in a hurry. It’s already been several minutes and I know I need to make quick work of this. I’ve been paying close attention, analyzing their moves. I only have fifteen minutes tops before Le Manchot comes barreling through that door. In order for my endeavor to be a success, I need this guy dead as a doornail so I can send a message of my own.

I return to the bed, climbing on top of Eddy to straddle his chest. He eyes the sock in my hand curiously for a moment. “What’s that for, beautiful?” He asks.

“I’m sorry Eddy, this is for insurance. It’s so no one hears your screams.” I answer, stuffing it in his mouth when his jaw drops open in surprise. “There, there Eddy,” I whisper softly to console him. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. See, I forgot to mention I’m a bit hard to handle. It takes a certain kind of man. A dominant man, you might say. Maybe even a king, to keep me in my place. Without someone to keep me in line, I tend to misbehave, baby, and then I get a little out of control.”

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