“Should I make breakfast?” Charlotte’s angelic voice cuts through the silence.
I laugh. “No, now come here.”
She walks over to me, hesitant. She makes it over to me and sits down in the chair next to mine. I smile as I see what she has on. It’s a black button-up shirt, and I smirk. Damn it feels good to see that she chose one of my shirts. I feel like a damn deity seeing her wear my shit.
“You like my clothes, baby rabbit?”
She blushes, and I push a strand of hair from her face.
“Yes, Master,” she whispers as I pull her out of the chair and put her on my lap. Before we can get comfortable, Hypnos comes into the room, talking on the phone.
“What the fuck do you mean? There is no money left?”
Charlotte tenses and I stroke her hair. Ayres turns from the stove with a plate of food.
“Here you go, kitten.”
I watch her smile. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Ayres sits down as Hypnos paces the area.
“No, we have seven million dollars in that account. There was no fucking transfer that any of us initiated.”
We all sit here as Hypnos yells at the person on the phone. Charlotte eats her food, watching Hypnos lose his cool. I wonder what she’s thinking as she sets the fork down. She’s nervous, and it upsets me.
“Little Rabbit, eat. Don’t worry about Hypnos. Focus on getting some food in you.”
“But why is he yelling about money?”
I chuckle. “Don’t worry about it, sweet girl. We will handle anything coming our way. Your job right now is to enjoy your breakfast.”
Her head nods as she goes back to eating. Ayres watches Charlotte as I hold her close. Damn, her little body feels good on me. Hypnos sits down hard in his chair.
“Not only have the fucktards bombed our warehouses and safe houses, but they’ve also wiped our bank accounts. All of them.”
Ayres says nothing and I know that’s not good. He’s the most vocal of us. He stares down and I realize he is counting to ten. When he wants to keep his cool and hear the entire story, he does that. Before anyone can blow up, I put a plan into place.
“Ayres, I want you to take the reports and go through every photo and witness statement. Find out who did this.”
Charlotte shifts in my lap, and I nibble on her neck. “Little Rabbit, if you keep moving, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
That blush comes back, and she continues to eat. She’s so damn shy. Why does that turn me on?
“I’m going to the executive headquarters downtown. I need the computer system there,” Hypnos says.
Charlotte wiggles her sweet ass again, and I stifle a groan. Goddamn, she’s driving me nuts. Ayres shuffles the papers and mumbles the words “Zinc chloride.” Charlotte stiffens.
“What did you say?” she whispers, setting down her fork.
We all look at her. Her eyes are wide and her hands are shaking. What the fuck?
“The bombs were laced with zinc chloride.”
Charlotte is stiff in my lap. She nibbles on her lower lip, nervously avoiding our eyes. Her voice, barely a whisper, comes out wobbly. “Do you have a lot of enemies that know how to work with zinc chloride?”
I can feel how uncomfortable Charlotte is. But we need to know where she is going with this. I grab her chin and turn her to face me. Her lower lip trembles and I know I’ve been too rough. Now’s not the time to feel bad for what I’ve done. I keep telling myself this.
“Charlotte, it’s none of your business who we have as enemies. Why are you being nosy?”
