Page 115 of The Sadist and the Brat

“I need to track down Sadie, too,” Jack said and started to follow Cade to the door.

“Yes, I understand congratulations are in order there,” Joel said, stepping aside to let them pass.

Cade paused at the door. “Congratulations?”

Joel kept his gaze on Jack. “She’s wearing his collar.”

Jack ignored the way Cade’s jaw dropped in shock—though he committed it to memory to share with Sadie later—and sent Joel a bland smile. “So she is.”

“I applaud you,” Joel went on, the genial smile back on his face. “I didn’t think anyone could tame that brat.”

In the storeroom, Sadie snorted. “Tame the brat. This isn’t Shakespeare, asshole.”

“Shhh!” Sam said. “I can’t hear when you’re talking.”

“Thank you,” Jack said gravely, even though a laugh tickled the back of his throat.

“Now that you’ve got her declawed, you should give the rest of us a chance.”

“I’m sorry?” Jack, who’d turned for the door, slowly spun back around.

“Well, what else are you going to do with her?” Joel sauntered over to the sink and flicked on the faucet. “You obviously can’t keep her.”

“Dammit, he turned the water on,” Sam grumbled. “I can’t hear.”

“Give the rest of us a chance?” Sadie seethed as the sound of rushing water muffled the conversation taking place in the men’s room. “I ought to give him a shot to the balls.”

“I think Jack will take care of that for you,” Sam said.

“He better,” Sadie muttered, and strained to hear.

“Can’t I?” Jack asked.

“God, no. Woman like that’s only good for one thing.” Joel flicked his hands and combed them through his hair, water still pouring into the sink. “Use her up and pass her on.”

“And you’d like to be next in line?” Jack asked while Cade choked beside him. “What makes you think she’ll give you the time of day?”

Joel scowled. “She won’t have a choice if you order her to.”

“She always has a choice,” Jack corrected him quietly. “That’s what makes her submission a gift.”

“She’s got you wrapped around her little cunt, doesn’t she?”

“That doesn’t even make sense,” Cade muttered.

Jack just smiled. “Sadie makes her own choices, Joel, and I highly doubt she’d choose you if the alternative was a moat full of hungry crocodiles.”

“I could make her my slave in less time than it would take you to pick out a new suit.”

“I have my suits made,” Jack told him. “And no, you couldn’t. But you’re welcome to try.”

“And when I do,” Joel said, and turned off the water with an angry twist of his wrist, “you’ll transfer ownership of Sadie to me.”

“Absolutely,” Jack said, trying not to laugh. “I’ll just go let Sadie know you’re coming for her.”

“You do that,” Joel called after him as he ducked out the door, Cade hot on his heels.

“Does he actually believe that?” Cade wondered as they walked down the hall.

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