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“And?”
He shifts, jangling the chains, but he doesn’t respond. I note his posture, the tension in his shoulders and neck no less than before.
“Maybe something to do with this?” I ask lightly, nodding at the bag. I watch his face closely, noting the tiniest micro-expressions, including the ones he tries to hide. Moving across the room, I grab a chair then pull it until it’s placed a few feet in front of Sin, sitting down and putting my elbows on my knees with my drink still in hand.
“One of those men knew you,” I say, a statement not a question. His nostrils flare. I look down at the glass, swirling the liquid inside.
“Will you tell me who you are?”
“I have given you the only name I have.”
I sit back in the chair, crossing my legs.
“I could toss you back in the dungeon, keep the bag on your head and let you rot for a few months and then ask, you know.”
His jaw clenches, and I smirk, taking another sip of my drink.
“I’m still considering it,” I warn him. “But I acknowledge that you helped me today.”
His eyes are on mine, but still, he says nothing. It's hard to imagine fear in a man like this, but the threat I made isn’t an idle one. I know that one thing that will break even the strongest of people is enough time alone in the dark.
Sighing, I walk back to my desk and grab my cell phone, dialing the security number as opposed to Kris directly. I don’t need his bullshit right now.
“I want four of your best men brought up now.” I click the phone shut before typing off a quick message to Hannah. I don’t look up as I type.
“I will give you one hour to eat and use the bathroom, free of chains. Under guard, of course. Don’t fuck it up, and I’ll consider not letting you rot in the dark,” I warn. His eyes burn with hate, but he nods sharply.
“Good.”
Chapter 12
Sin
I’m not entirelysure what to think about today and what I learned. The thought of something to eat and time without the chain … I’m ashamed at how excited I am.
Fucking hell, I am turning in to a fucking dog.
I shift my shoulders to relieve some of the tension while I wait. It could all be a ruse, too. For all I know, I’ll sit here and wait, and no one will show. Would be a nice and sadistic thing to do. The kind of thing I’d do.
A part of me doesn’t doubt that she’ll toss me in the dungeon if she doesn’t find out who I am, but for some reason, I don’t think she will. I see the way she stares at me, the curiosity and intrigue. She isn’t going to let me out of her grasp. I just need to figure out how to use that. I’m close, but not close enough for what needs to be done.
The sound of heavy footsteps approaching has me looking to the door. Four men walk in followed by a blonde woman carrying a tray. The woman looks vaguely familiar, and I wonder if I’m just cracking up. I’m usually so much better with faces. She doesn’t even look at me, just brings the tray in and puts it on a side table nearby before turning to the four men.
“Let me know when it's done,” is all she says before walking out. I watch her leave, her tiny ass not nearly as fun to watch as Ginger’s. When she’s gone, my eyes dart back to the men.
Everything in me screams to take them down and get the fuck out of here, but I’ll fail my real mission if I do. And that is not an option.
Considering how today went, this may be the best way to stay close and get my opportunity to do what needs to be done. The thought of even pretending to be a fucking slave or prisoner is sickening, but Sin does not fail.
Breathing heavily through my nose, I resolve to let the men go unharmed.
A meal will strengthen me, and tomorrow is a new day.
Chapter 13
Ginger
My eyes lookover the numbers for the millionth time, confirming I have it all right. The names run through my mind, occupations and ages and guilt. So many names.
