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Whatever painkiller they're pumping into my bloodstream along with the fluids, it'sgood.As soon as I physically start to feel better, my stress level hikes all the way back up.
What now? Even if I do get Camden to pay the mob, will they be satisfied after Toni beat up those guys? And on top of all that, I now have hospital costs to think about. I don't have insurance, and today's bill might set me back as much as my mother's debt.
I miss the days when all the financial woes I had were related to college costs.
After the x-rays, my doctor tells me my ribs are lightly bruised, not broken, which is great news. It hurts like a bitch, but all they can do is pain management. I'll be good as new in three to six weeks.
Great. Now turns out I'm getting bills that are likely to make me go bankrupt for essentiallynothing.
The door swings open, and instead of someone else in scrubs, Camden strolls in.
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He doesn't say a word, nor do I.
Camden runs his fingertip along my arm, grazing the place where the IV is attached at my wrist, then he skims along the edges of my top and lift it gently, exposing my midriff.
I didn't even have a proper look. It's not pretty. My skin bruises easily, so a patchwork of yellowish darkening patterns is already forming on my right side.
"I'm going to kill them."
My eyebrows crease. "How do you know—" I interrupt myself.
Duh. His PI.
"You can't kill them. They're thugs. They'd kill you."
Camden chuckles, dropping to the empty chair at my side. "It's funny you believe that."
I run my tongue over my dry lips. "I'm in trouble."
"You think?" He shakes his head in disbelief. "You're in ahellof a lot of trouble for not coming to me. If you had, I might even have sorted out your little problem for free, you know. Now your stubbornness has injured something that belongs to me, and you're going to have to pay for the damage."
He doesn't make a lick of sense. "I'm going to have to pay for having bruised ribs?"
Camden brings his hand to my face gently, but when he cups my chin, his hold is firm. "Someone threatens you, you call me, Morgan. Not the next day, not after you've looked into ways to make the problem go away. Immediately. Understood?"
I bristle, all of my instincts telling me to argue. But the truth is, I need him right now. "It's my mother. When you got her arrested, the drugs she had on her—they belonged to those guys. I don't even know who they are, really. Anyway, they want their money." I swallow thickly, and rephrase. "They're using what’s owed to try to turn me into my mother. They demanded it within three days. I sent ten thousand, and wanted to negotiate installments, but they sent those guys instead."
"They want to pimp you out," he gleans, visibly unbothered, though I don't miss the way his mouth tightens, or the dark gleam in his golden eyes.
I grimace. "I guess it'd make them more money. Plus, it sends a clear message to their mules. Lose our drugs and we use your daughters."
His jaw tightens. "Right. Well, I suppose what we need to determine now is what you'll owe me for fixing your little problem. Any suggestions?"
I roll my eyes. "I know what you want, Camden."
He's not going to make me spell it out, is he?
"Do you, Morgan?"
I noticed he uses my name when he's frustrated with me, otherwise I'm “princess.”
"You want to fuck me."
He laughs. "Yes, there's that. I don't suppose you're familiar with negotiating deals yet, but there's also the matter of when, where, how—or rather, in our case, how often."
My mouth falls open. I didn’t even consider that he'd want anything beyond one time, because…I just didn't. Which is silly, really. Hetoldme he would. I just didn't believe him. In my mind, he wasn’t going to stick around after taking my virginity, fulfilling his conquest.
