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After a long, uncomfortable silence, Saul spoke, gripping his pet’s spiked leash so tight, the alligator gave a strangled hiss as the sharp razors dug into his neck. "As I was saying,” Saul handed off the alligator to his assistant as if nothing strange had happened, “under your circumstances, we cannot loan you the money under the bank's name, if you have little valuable collateral. However,” he paused dramatically, not paying any attention to his assistant, who was trying to get the pet to stop hissing at Saul, “our charity might possibly be a good fit.”
My stomach sunk at his words; Summer was unknowingly descending deeper and deeper into the pit of snakes.
He continued on, “And that is if, and only if, you prove you have manners.”
She stiffened at his chastisement but nodded her head mutely, swallowing her pride as evidenced by the bob of her throat. “I can.”
“Okay then. We will see if that’s true.” He leaned forward. “Now, would a charitable handout be something you'd be interested in? You’d have to apply for it, prove yourself worthy of such an honor.”
I gripped my table tighter, forcibly stopping myself from jumping from my seat.
She nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Good," he soothed, purring at her easy compliance, making my blood boil.
"I'm not sure the charity we fund," I emphasized the word, 'we', knowing full well I was the only one in the room who wasn't beholden to it, "would find her needy enough. She does have a roof over her head, and an able enough body."
At my words, all eyes in the room, including Saul's, went to her, assessing her.
Even I couldn’t withstand the temptation. Full, bitable lips, a sensual, smokey gaze, breasts that pillowed tight against the V-neck of her dress. They would bounce so perfectly, nipples budded and tight.
I imagined how she would look naked, tied to my bed, my cum marking every inch of her golden skin.
She was perfect for all the things I wanted to do to her.
"I'm not going to work at some strip club," the ferocity in her voice was admirable, snapping me out of my dark thoughts.
She was eighteen, for hells sake. Not old enough.
Not that that mattered to depraved members of the Magnolia. Her age only increased the temptation. A quick glance around the dark room revealed everyone was now imagining her taking off her clothes. I could tell by the way the men shuffled, adjusting themselves.
I wanted to gouge their eyes out just for looking at her.
For thinking they could take what was mine.
I'd known of her long before anyone else in the room. Taken care of her as a baby—just like I intended to take care of her now.
No one in this room knew her like I did.
"No one said that." I grinned at her coldly, even though my own dick was tight in my pants. "But maybe a supermarket, or a cafe. I bet you make great coffee."
She frowned, turning away from me and towards Saul. "I've got a job as a waitress, but it’s not enough. I?—“
"Have you thought about going to a university? I’m sure the government would provide a student loan.” I interrupted her, not wanting to let this go. "Getting a degree so you can earn more than minimum wage? Have you even graduated from high school?”
“I’ve graduated from high school.”
"Cut her some slack," Tucker decided to join the conversation, and Grace stiffened beside him. She was petite, with an athletic, doll-shaped figure, and constantly attached to his side. I’d often wondered if they were fucking, as he, too, rarely participated in the games the Magnolia played with new recruits.
I scowled at him, glaring daggers. She was mine. “She's not a proper candidate for the charity."
"She sounds like the perfect candidate to me.” Tucker disagreed, sneering at me, and other men in the room grunted their agreement. “She?—”
“No.” I cut him off with a sharp motion of my hand, clenching my jaw. “She’s not.”
“She should be allowed to apply, at least,” one of the men piped up.
“I won’t allow it.”
