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This time, she complies, sullen and mistrustful.
"We have a problem, you and I." I get to the point. "The video you sent—and everything else you downloaded from Aryan's laptop. That guy definitely has a thing for recording himself." I wrinkle my nose in distaste.
I'm not about to kink shame, but he was stupid to keep that kind of shit on his laptop without being certain the security was foolproof.
"He did something to my friend," she argues, teeth clenched.
If she were right, her argument would hold more weight. "And if he did? Did you expect him to confess to it?"
If her suspicions were right and Aryan had abducted or harmed Lola, she thought an email was going to get him to admit it?She can't be that naive. Yet what I see in her eyes tells me she believed just that. "Holy shit, you're dumb."
"Fuck you!"
"You don't have a versatile range of insults, do you?" I drag the chair on my side of the interrogation table back and sit on it. "You gained access to private videos showing several of my friends in compromising situations and threatened to release one of them for personal gain."
"I don't want anything from Aryan. I didn't ask for money."
"If you believe information is worth less than money, you're stupider than I thought."
"Spoken like a true wealthy spoiled brat," she shoots back, not missing a beat.
She's a firecracker.I file that information away.
"Here's what's going to happen." I spent most of the afternoon ruminating over the appropriate course of action, before coming to a conclusion. "I'm going to fuck you on camera, Morgan.”
She gasps and stays openmouthed, all color draining from her pretty face. She's never even heard of keeping a poker face.
I know the rebuttal will come, but I've shocked her into silence again, so I keep talking, casual as ever. "I'll file the video away—somewhere no wannabeMitnick can hack into. If you're good, no one needs to see it. Otherwise, you can count on your cunt being the first thing anyone clicking on any porn site will see for at least a month. And say you somehow manage to put that behind you? Every time you apply for a job, every time you get close to a guy, guess what will end up in their inbox?”
Her dismay morphs into fury. "I'll never let you touch me, you disgusting piece of trash. You're a monster. You know your friend hurt Lola and you're covering for him! How do you sleep at night?"
"Left side, window open, on thousand-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. You'll love it."
She stands and punches the table, needlessly hurting herself.
"You’ve lost your mind if you think you can force me to have sex with you."
“Force you?” One of my eyebrows inches up. “It’s entirely your choice, trailer princess. Let’s run through your options. You do as I say, and your sister gets a charmed life for the coming years. You storm out of here, go home to sulk, and I place a phone call to Ms. Davis. Your sister is delivered to the Martins.”
Willow’s fists tighten at her side.
“The wife’s all right,” I continue casually. “A little dumb, willfully blind, so long as her bank balance stays high enough and pretty little things keep her husband occupied so she doesn’t have to get on her knees very often.”
I let the implication sink in.
In truth, Martin does have a thing for younger girls, but to my knowledge, he gets his cock wet at his club, not under his roof. He’s not that dumb.
Morgan doesn’t need to know that.
Brad Martin and his ilk are unfortunate acquaintances, but often necessary all the same. In the light of day, he’s an accountant who owns a two-story home in a respectable, white picket fence suburb. I don’t know how or when he started laundering money for his local gang, but now, he spends his evening balls deep into barely legal cunts with his nose dusted white.
When the Martins started taking on teens from foster care, their neighbors praised their efforts, never noticing how they always chose pretty girls who more often than not end up addicted to one substance or another.
One of our fixers on the east coast recommended him as a solution to my predicament. He’s a suitable threat to brandish under Morgan’s nose.
For all that, I hope she sees sense and opts for my simpler proposal. If she makes me use her sister, I’ll have to deal with her for years, and the board might still end up unsatisfied.
After all, that leverage expires the moment Willow comes of age. I need something permanent, to ensure Morgan doesn't have a change of heart once her sister is out of our clutches.
