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I have one day’s grace from meetings before I'm back to it. I wish to fuck there was someone else I could send in my stead, but I don’t trust anyone. Kris wouldn’t dream of even filling in for me, he’s far from a diplomat and knows it. He is the muscle, the suspicious mind who watches our backs and rains violent vengeance down on those who step the wrong way. And me… Well, we all play to our strengths, and apparently, selling souls for cash is mine.
If the job coming up goes well, I won’t have to deal with the sleazy fucks who comprise our clients ever again. The entire company will change shape.
Happy with the numbers, I grab my things and leave the meeting room to start heading down to the office. It isn’t until I’m halfway there that I realize I’m heading for the office Sin is being kept in, and more importantly, that I want to. I slow my steps as I consider this.
I have no real reason to go there, beyond perhaps morbid curiosity.
I assume his ‘treat’ went well last night, otherwise, I would have heard about it.
If nothing else, I need to stop by to put the bag back on him. Perhaps he’s earned his right not to be shipped off to a deep, dark dungeon yet, but I am far from done. Until these jobs are done, he needs to fuck off and stay out of my head and my space for another few weeks.
The bag keeps him quiet, alone in the dark with his memories and fears. It’ll make him break if I give it enough time. I’m sure I’m right about his triggers. Another thing I’m rather good at.
I also need to make sure his file isn’t in the auction pile. It wouldn’t do for some insane rich keener to decide they want to play with the big boy before I’m through.
Pleased with my decision and justification, I set off at a faster pace.
I click on the lights to, of course, see him staring directly at me as I enter.
As always, I’m amazed by the sheer size of him. He must have washed his face last night because the dirt and grime are less, only serving to highlight the scarring there. The one scar down his face is quite deep and looks old, almost silver in the light.
I raise my chin a touch then make my way over to my desk, putting my hand on the burlap bag.
“I have a proposition for you.” The gravelly sound of his voice gives me the slightest shiver that I hide before turning slowly, not letting my surprise show. I cross my arms as I sit on the edge of the desk.
“I saw what you did yesterday. It was smart, actually.” The surprise in his voice is evident, and I have to resist the urge to bristle. He straightens up, looking into my eyes.
“I have no other name to give you, and even if I did, I wouldn’t. You know this. You know you can’t break me. But you don’t want to get rid of me either.”
I look down my nose at him. “I know no such thing, actually,” I reply, pushing off the desk and strolling toward him. “I think you underestimate me.”
The corner of his lip twitches. “And you underestimate me.”
I shrug, turning back to my desk. Fuck it. Dungeon it is.
“A challenge has never deterred me. As a matter of fact—”
“Let me help you instead.” He interrupts.
I pause, placing my hands on the desk with my back to him when he interrupts me.
“How can you help me?” I ask, my voice steady.
Some people may have laughed at such a thing. A man in chains, offering to help as though he was in a position to do so. That’s how so many make mistakes, though. Sin was wrong about one thing: I underestimate nothing. I look for opportunities anywhere and will hear out the craziest plan, because sometimes, that's what needs to happen. I also know that every man has his limit, even a hard and scarred man with a name like Sin.
That doesn’t mean I won’t listen then still I toss him in the dark to break him.
“The man yesterday, the German one,” he says. I do turn around this time, my eyes narrowing.
“What about him?”
Sin shifts, causing the chains to clang lightly. “I wasn’t sure at first, but I don’t forget faces. He’s with the American government, and if I’m not mistaken, the Department of Home and Human Services.”
I look into his eyes, seeing no lie in them. My teeth clench.
“How could you know that?”
“I’ve seen him before.”
