Page 12 of Tease Me


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“I think we should have given her back when we had the chance instead of playing this fucked up game.”

Mercier leans back on the low wall, coming dangerously close to toppling over twenty floors to the street below. I’d chosen to come out onto the terrace so we could talk without Lucinda hearing, but I’d forgotten what a fuck up Mercier could be.

“Will you get your ass off the wall and come and sit down,” I snap irritably.

He cocks an eyebrow and lifts one corner of his mouth into a smirk. “You worried that I’ll die, or that the blood on the sidewalk will leave a stain?”

“Ha, bloody ha!”

“Ha, bloody ha!” he parrots back to me in the exact tone and cadence of my own voice. At least he listens and gets down from the wall.

“We are this close...” I hold my finger and thumb together, leaving a tenth of an inch gap, “to going to jail. Nix has lost it completely and I really don’t have the time to scrape your body from the sidewalk.”

Mercier tucks his hands behind his head and leans back in his chair. “Relax, we’re not going to jail.”

“Neither of us knows what we are doing. We have no plan and we have a girl in there that the entire world is looking for. Even if she tells people that she came willingly, which is doubtful considering the way we brought her here, this entire shitshow will become a media circus.”

“And what if we don’t get caught?” he says. “What if we actually walk out of this with ten million dollars each. Fifteen, if Nix doesn’t pull his head out of his ass. Those Wall Street assholes are going to cream you unless you show some fucking backbone.”

My hands curl into fists, but I know he’s right. “I just don’t want to fuck this up. It’s not a game we’re playing. We need to plan this down to the last detail, because Peter Waldgrave has already shown us that he won’t be played. He’s not a street punk we can fuck over and expect to get away.”

He sits forward and steeples his fingers, the familiar insane gleeful expression dropping from his face. “So, what do you suggest?”

It never ceases to amaze me how he can go from one personality to another like the flick of a switch. He even looks different. He’d make a great actor with his chameleonic changes and mimicry talent. I suddenly feel like I’m in an important meeting with my bank manager.

“We have two choices. Either do as she says. Make some elaborate plan that involves somehow extracting thirty mill from Waldgrave without handing her back over, which is...”

Mercier cuts me off. “Insane as fuck!”

“Exactly. Or we just give her up when the time comes. Collect the ransom and fuck off out of there.” Even as I say it. I know what the answer is. “She might have a hold on Nix, but I don’t give a flying fuck about her. Maybe it’s a shitty thing to do, but at the end of the day, we don’t owe her anything, and if Nix is right about her, she deserves everything she gets.”

Mercier shrugs. “I knew you’d pick the boring option.”

“The sensible option. I’m not giving my life up for some poor little rich girl. We don’t have the first clue what we are doing. We wait until Waldgrave is back and then we tell him the truth. We found her and looked after her until he came back. That way no one gets hurt and we walk away without ending up in jail.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” I ask irritably.

“The ransom was for thirty mill, the reward is for one. If we give her back and pretend to be heroes, we’re only getting half a million each. Plus, do you think she’s going to tell Daddy that we’re her saviors when we double cross her? No, she’s going to tell him that we kept her against her will and then lead her right back to this apartment.”

“Fuck!” He’s right. I never should have listened to Nix when he suggested finding her. If we pretend to be actual kidnappers and swap her for the ransom, we have the same problem. “The only way we get out of this is if we do exactly what she wants. Any other way and she’ll be blabbing our involvement to every fucking newspaper, TV station and celebrity blogger she can find.”

A malicious expression descends over Mercier’s face, deepening the shadows. His eyes sparkle like diamonds in coal. “Unless we get Daddy’s money and kill her.”

I stare at him for a long hard second, wondering if he’s completely lost it. Mercier takes no shit from anyone, but he’s not a murderer. The corners of his mouth turn up at the edges as he forms a malicious grin. I relax slightly, knowing he’s bullshitting me.

“You are such a fuckwad!”

He stands up from the chair and grabs his crotch. “Nah, I like my pussy warm.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Nix won’t thank you.”

“Nix isn’t here. We’ve got the hottest woman on the planet at our mercy. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” The way he’s bouncing around reminds me of a kid on a sugar rush. He looks drugged up, but he doesn’t touch anything stronger than weed. His weird bouncy energy is just the way he is. Fucked up, not drugged up.

“I haven’t. We aren’t all led by our boners like you. I’ve been too busy trying to cover our tracks. Do what you want with her, but don’t fuck her up too much. We don’t want her begging to go back to her father.”

He gives me a sly grin. “Oh, she’ll be begging alright, but it won’t be her father’s name on her lips.”

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