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“Son of a bitch.”
What the fuck just happened? And why did it bother me?
If my head wasn’t pounding, I’d chase down her sweet ass and make her tell me what I’d done wrong.
I got comfortable in the bed and closed my eyes.
Miss Ava would explain herself later. I’d make sure of it.
20
Copper
I shoved my cell phone into my back pocket when Storm entered the hallway. Prez didn’t need to see me playing solitaire on my device. I’d finally been taken off of Tasmanian Devil duty, but I was back to relieve Maddox for an hour.
“How’s the prisoner?” Prez jerked his chin toward the door.
I snorted. “Bitchy as always.”
“Not surprising since she’s being held against her will. Not anymore, though.”
“No?”
Prez punched in the code to open the door. “I’m releasing her. You can drive her wherever she wants.”
“Seriously?”
Storm narrowed his eyes.
“Okay, just asking.” I opened the door for the boss.
“What do you fuckers want now?” Irisah scowled as she lifted herself off the mattress on the floor.
I shook my head. “See? She’s a ray of sunshine.” It was a damn shame someone so beautiful could be such a violent bitch. I tried to be understanding since we kidnapped her. Nobody would be warm and fuzzy under those circumstances. But I was an overall nice guy who would’ve treated her well if she’d extended a little civilized behavior.
“Piss off, ginger, or I’ll claw up your face again.”
And there was the bitchy attitude she’d dished out to me.
“Enough,” Storm barked. “You’re not going to do shit to him. I’m releasing you, so if you want him to return you home, sans a straight jacket and muzzle, you’ll behave yourself.”
Irisah crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re letting me go? How much is dear ol’ dad paying for me?”
“Not a penny. Jordy told me I could do whatever I wanted with you.”
Her face fell. “Oh, of course. He’s such an asshole.”
“Yeah, a real peach. Got any dirt on him you’d like us to use against him?” Storm watched Irisah closely.
“Dirt? Like what, how he sells women into sexual slavery?”
Storm stepped toward her. “He does?”
Irisah shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Prez didn’t seem to believe her. “Yes, you do.”
“Are you letting me go or what?” She went to the door and stared at me. The fire in her eyes had dulled. She almost appeared vulnerable. “I don’t want to spend another second with this fruitcake.”
