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I'm going to traumatize the poor, innocent girl. I might as well feed her first.
"I can't fuck on an empty stomach," I lie.
"I'm surprised you don't have someone waiting on you hand and foot."
If that was supposed to be an insult, it rolls off my back, like everything else coming out of her mouth.
"There's staff in the house, but I'm not about to wake them up after one. Everything's already prepared, anyway." I open my beer and take a long swig just as the oven beeps for attention.
I retrieve the croissants and place them on two wooden boards, sliding the first next to Morgan’s untouched drink.
Not bothering with cutlery, I bite into the steaming hot patisserie and practically moan. Fuck, Paul's great at baking.
Morgan stares at her plate like it might bite for long seconds.The smell decides her internal battle, because she does take one of the croissants.
Maybe the girl knows what’s best for her, after all. I wouldn’t have gone into what I’m preparing for her on an empty stomach either.
I wait until she's finished the first and attacked the second before broaching the subject. "So, here's the deal, princess. We can leave that pristine vagina of yours out of the equation if you'd like."
The gunmetal-blue eyes brighten, and her hopeful gaze kills me. “Really?”
I feel like I'm about to kick a puppy. I incline my head. “Sure.” I shrug. “You can find your Prince Charming and let him shred your hymen on a bed of roses someday, if that’s what you’re into. Instead, you’re going to blow a few cocks like they’re your favorite lollipops, m’kay?”
She chokes on her bite, coughing so much I consider trying the Heimlich maneuver.
Her breathing resumes, though she remains stunned, so I continue. "Well, it's fair, if you think about it. You were going to release Juliet with four guys. Your video will have just as many."
"No way." She shakes her head right and left at least ten times, strands of blonde hair flying all over her face. "No.I'm definitely not doing that."
I sigh. Can't she see I'm attempting to help?"It’s either one cock in your pussy, or four in your mouth. I have to get material as sensitive as what you have on us to satisfy the higher ups."
She frowns. "Higher ups?"
"What, you thought I came to you becauseIdecided to put on a cape and come to Aryan's rescue?"
To be fair, if Aryan had come to me directly, I might have.
"We all have people to answer to. I’m their first call. If this doesn’t work out, you won’t like their next option, princess.”
That's as sincere as I can be without spelling out the truth she should have guessed: if we can't control her, we'll have to get rid of her.
I see she gets it when her big eyes lose their luster and fill with fear. "They won’t…hurt Willow, will they?" she murmurs.
She's finally grasping the gravity of the situation she put herself in.
I’m not sure how to answer that. They will if they need to. "We’re not monsters,” I say after a moment. “No one wants the kid in the cross hairs—not even me. You, on the other hand…you’re a problem that needs to go away."
"Like Lola?" Her tone changes. She's far more subdued than she was at the precinct, but I sense some defiance rising again.
"No. Lola was a whole different kind of problem, with a very different solution."
"So your sick groupisresponsible for her disappearance!" Her voice rises.
I can tell her as much."Yes."
Silence follows. She drops the rest of her croissant, her appetite gone.
I've just polished off mine, so I reach out for her board and take her leftovers.
