Page 41 of The Secrets That Kill

“Yes. Sir.”

“Be ready for me, Pollyanna.”

She groans. “I don’t think I’m up for a club?—”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Her performing as my plaything in a slew of clubs in public? That’s going to, if I play it right, get the ultimate door open.

And I always play it right.

“But we’re not going to a club. Tonight, I’m coming to you.”

I hang up because I can. Because it’ll piss her off and I want her angry and heated when I show up on her doorstep.

I call my car and pace on the sidewalk. The more I think about it, the more I think I’m going to keep copies or take some of the secrets I uncover, just for myself and my own use in the future. They’re power. They’re favors in the making. I’ll get a piece of the Knights, and it’ll make me untouchable.

Of course, I’ll avenge Ruby and the girls who suffered as she did. That’s not me having a heart, it’s just righting a wrong and letting others benefit.

My car slides to a stop in front of me, and I get into the back before giving my driver Ivy’s address on Irving.

Then I settle back.

Ivy will not be spared.

I call her again and hit the button to raise the partition. Ivy answers, trying to sound perfectly neutral. “Yes?”

“Ready?”

“For what?” She pauses for a second. “Mercer…”

I can hear the soft purr of anticipation in her voice.

“When I said ready, I meant I want you wet and about to come. So send me the code to your building and leave your door unlocked.”

“Can we talk? About this? I don’t?—”

“Send that code. Now.”

My phone pings a second later with the code.

“Mercer, I can’t get hold of Cara, and?—”

“This is not the time. It’s Sir, not Mercer.”

I wait, phone still in hand.

“Yes,Sir.”

Fuck, she’s a brat. I’m going to love torturing that out of her. Or deeper into her. I’m not quite sure yet.

“Lie down, Pollyanna, and lift your skirt. I want you to rub your pussy in slow strokes over those pretty panties, until you find your spot.”

“Tell me what to do,” she rasps.

I grin. “Slowly slide your fingers up to your clit and then down again. Over and over. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“No.”

She’s lying. A soft sigh breaks free.

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