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Apparently, you never know.
I take a long shower, attempting not to think about Camden's hands on mine, like I usually do whenever I'm naked and alone.
I get into clean clothes and head back out, jonesing for a latte. We seriously need to replace our coffee machine.
"Hey there."
Some guy comes out of our kitchen in nothing but a towel.
"Oh god." I instinctively bring my hand to my eyes, and look down.
It's not that it's abadsight. The dude is tanned, ripped, and also very handsome. I can't quite tell if his roots are Latin or Mediterranean, but whatever he's made out of, genetics are on his side.
"Morgan Brown, right?"
I lift my gaze to his, confused. Did Toni talk about me in between spankings? I'm guessing he's her visitor, as we don't tend to have random, half naked guys in the apartment.
He looks older than me, closer to thirty than twenty, but he's undeniably beautiful, though not in a way I'd go for. I might like psychos, but I don't go for men who scream danger in a more obvious way. This guy has tattoos running along his arms, and I see hints of more running under his short white towel. His nipples are pierced.
His eyes are hazel, green one moment, blue the next. Unsettling.
"And you are?"
"You friend called me Damian." He grins, but there's something cold to it.
Something calculating.
I remember then. Harper told me some handsome dark-haired dude came to see me a few weeks ago, and I assumed it was Damian, so I told her so.
My brows knit together. "You were here to see me?"
He leans on the door frame. "Well, I got a wonderful distraction on the way, but yes. I came to see you."
This isn't good at all. Everything about his stance subtly suggests he's trying to intimidate me. I try not to show he's getting to me.
"Well, what do you want?"
I see another piercing in the tip of his tongue when he speaks. "Fifty thousand bucks."
I huff a half amused, half shocked breath. "Fifty grand? Only that, right?"
He tilts his head. "Well, that's how much your whore of a mother lost to the police when she was dumb enough to be arrested, wasn't it?"
My mouth falls. He can't mean—
"I have nothing to do with whatever my mother was up to. "
"And yet, she owes us a debt.”
“Can’t you wait until she’s released? This has nothing to do with me.”
“How long is that going to take? Five years? Ten?” He shakes his head. “That’s not how we work. If we don’t set an example, the situation could escalate. I’m sure you understand. Her husband's in jail, so you're her next of kin. You and that sweet little sister of yours. If you aren't willing to take it on, we can go to her for compensation."
My lower lip trembles, but when I speak, my voice is firm, borderline threatening. "Keep Willow out of this."
"So you're taking on the debt?" He smirks.
I want to say no, I don't intend to clean up after Leah Brown's men, but his mention of Willow was a clear threat. One that's worked on me before, and the stakes weren't this high.
