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“Yes, yes, I’m sure that we’ll all be blown away by Marcela and Alexie’s performance,” Stryker says. “Why does it feel like I’ve lost control of my team? Before, when I spoke, no one said a fucking thing until I was done. Now, suddenly, it’s a fucking free for all!” he admonishes us like kids who are talking back to a parent.
I suddenly become aware that a few eyes at the table are looking in my direction, including Stryker’s. My eyes dart around the room at the accusers. “I didn’t do it. He punished me when I interrupted one of the meetings,” I say, trying to defend myself.
“Well, that makes sense then,” BJ says, looking back at Stryker. “Everyone just wants your brand of punishment, I guess.” Everyone at the table chuckles, but Stryker is not laughing because these meetings seem to be looser. When I first started, Stryker would command silence and had full control of these briefings. Now, it’s more laid back, but I wouldn’t consider that a bad thing.
“No way in hell do I want Stryker to punish me,” King practically yells.
“Maybe your subconscious is saying otherwise there, big guy,” Marcela throws back at King with a wink.
Stryker leans back in his chair and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Listen,” I start, “maybe it is my fault.” Stryker releases his hold on his face and looks at me, as does everyone else. “So maybe you…were a little uptight before I came along,” I say cautiously while looking at Stryker.
“Just a little,” King interrupts, and I glare over at him.
“And maybe, just maybe, you’ve just loosened up. It’s not a bad thing, Stryker. Hell, I enjoy you more now than when we first met,” I say.
Silence looms back over the table, waiting for Stryker’s response.
“You should punish her for that!” BJ shouts out. “She made you lose control of your meetings. Punish her. Hard.” A big smile beams from her face as she turns toward me and flashes me a very theatrical wink. Everyone at the table laughs, and even Stryker cracks a smile.
“Noted,” he replies.Actually, that’s a great idea, BJ.
“Let’s get back to business,” Stryker demands, and his voice has that ’old Stryker’ punishing tone to it. It’s an instant turn-on.Down, girl.“Nat, King, and I will make our way downstairs after the first floor is cleared. There are only two stairways that lead downstairs,” as he speaks, Conrad pulls up a schematic of the building that shows all the entrances and exits, including the two ways down. Unfortunately, that’s all it shows regarding the layout of the basement, which is the reason for Marcela to wear a necklace cam. “Marcela will man this stairway, funneling all the victims to safety,” he points to one that is closest to the back door. “Conrad will coordinate our Vegas team, who will act as our extraction crew. They’ll be on standby with a bus to shuttle all victims to the nearest precinct and hospitals if needed. There will be extra security posted at each location, we’ll be damned if anything happens to them. The Vegas team, along with first responders and volunteers, are also ready to help however that looks because once all the victims are out, it’s game on. We fully expect the clientele attending this auction to put up a fight because, for them, getting caught is not an option. The information these people have could be vital to taking down other operations like this one. That means we will want a few people incapacitated so we can get some information out of them later, but if anyone puts up a fight…well, that is up to you on how you want to handle it.”
“Take them out, right? You, big Boss-man, are telling us to take them out?” Alexie asks. Of course, he just wants someone to permit him to kill.
“Yes,” Stryker replies, “take out as many as you want.”
“This is where I will win the bet, correct?” Alexie had to ask.
Stryker’s eyes roll so far up into his head that he’s probably looking at the back inside part of his skull right now. “Fuck. I had it for a few minutes.”
“You sure did. You almost had it,” King says in a sarcastic tone while reaching over to pat Stryker on the shoulder.
“Everyone, go to your rooms and get your heads on straight. Do whatever you have to do to make sure you’re ready,” Stryker commands.
“In together, out together,” King adds. I look over at King, who was looking at me. He winks.Melt. This man makes me melt with a look.Stryker continues, “your outfits are in your rooms. Be ready and back down here at six sharp.”
Everyone gets up from their seat, except Stryker, and heads out of the room. I’m the last one behind King but stop by Stryker before leaving.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“For what?” he asks, looking up from his building schematic,
“For being the reason that the dynamic in the meetings has changed.”
He leans back and reaches a hand forward to grab one of mine. He examines my hand in his. “I don’t think you are to blame at all. You have made this team better.” He brings my hand to his lips and presses them to the back of my hand. “You have mademebetter.” He kisses my hand again.
I frown at him. “So…no punishment?” I ask in a slightly whining tone.
Without looking up at me, and instead looking at my hand, he says, “Oh no, Little Fox, there will be a punishment.” He kisses my hand again. I try to pull it away, but he holds onto it firmly. “Don’t pretend that your delicious cunt isn’t soaked at the thought.”
My breathing hitches slightly, and he notices as he finally looks up at me. “I bet if I slipped my fingers in there right now, they would glisten with the wetness pooling between your legs,” he teases me.
Fuck! Please, punish me now. I will bend right the fuck over this table.
“So do it,” I taunt him.
“Nope, the thought of devouring your wet pussy is going to be the motivation I will use to get me through the hell we’re about to enter. Now, go get ready for tonight.” He releases my hand, turning back to his papers, and I take that as my cue to leave.
