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Thank fuck. One less problem to deal with. With any luck we can get her back to Daddy today and get this whole shit show over and done with before someone breaks... or someone breaks something in the apartment. “Good. Now let's figure out a plan to get her out of here before you burn the whole fucking apartment down.”

Nix holds up the cigarette to show me it’s not lit, then proceeds to break it open and empty the tobacco onto my eggs.

“Real nice, jerk. It’s not my fault your ex is here. You were the one that suggested we find her, remember?”

Lucinda was from a time before I knew Nix, but I can’t believe he’s capable of love. Not the sad puppy dog type of love. She’s an obsession to him. A dark festering wound that he’s ripped the bandage off and refuses to heal from. I fucked around plenty in my teens, but not one of the girls I slept with was worth the kind of dark emotion Nix has been showing these past couple of days. Hell, I barely remember the names of most of them.

Mercier pushes another plate of eggs in front of me and wordlessly takes the spoiled plate and throws the mess into the bin. I gesture toward him. “Even Mercier is being more civilized that you right now.”

Nix pulls out another cigarette. “We need to get her out of here. Let’s just give her back to her father and demand the thirty million. The sick fuck can carry on doing what he wants with her and we can get on with our lives with money in the bank. I can get out of this shit town and forget the bitch exists.”

Finally, he’s talking sense. “We shouldn’t have brought her here in the first place. We were right outside the Waldgrave mansion. We could have taken her back right after she told us about the ransom and I wouldn’t have had to cut the wires to the alarms in my parents' apartment.” I’m irritable and I know I sound like a grumpy bitch, but I’m already ready for this shit to be over. I’m over Nix’s moodiness and the weird way Mercier is prancing round the apartment like he’s in a fucking Broadway play. One of them loving this situation, the other hating it, and I‘m in the middle, desperate for it to be over so we can go back to Uni and finish this year.

“One of us will have to pretend to be the kidnapper if you wanna double cross her.” Mercier points out, pouring the rest of the eggs onto his plate. “You can’t do it. Waldgrave knows your voice. It’s pretty distinctive.”

My eyes shift over to Nix. He stands without giving an answer, walks right past me and out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

Mercier starts on his own eggs after dousing them in enough hot sauce to start a nuclear war. “What’s crawled up his butt?”

“Something went down between him and Lucinda when they were kids. It must have been around the time his parents died. I don’t know. Before this week, I had no idea he even knew her. Her father royally screwed him over, taking his company in such a way that he was left with nothing. It wasn’t enough for Waldgrave to just take the company. He had to destroy what was left. He’s a corrupt fucker, I know that. Nix never talked about it, but it obviously fucked him up.”

“You think Lucinda had something to do with it?”

I shrug. “I doubt it. She’s the same age as us. She’d have been fifteen, sixteen maybe, when all this went down. What could a fifteen-year-old girl do? Maybe she did. I don’t really give a flying fuck. Whatever it is between them, we need to make sure that this grudge of his doesn’t fuck this all up for us. Taking thirty mill from Peter Waldgrave will settle one score, and throwing Lucinda back to him will settle the other. This is a win-win situation for him if he doesn’t let his own anger issues get in the way.”

“Dude’s not angry,” Mercier says between mouthfuls of eggs. “He’s horny. He told me to not think with my dick, but he’s got a raging hard on for her, and that my friend, is what’s going to get us caught. Not some old grudge.”

I splutter out the eggs. “Pretty sure he hates her.”

Mercier finishes off his eggs and shakes his head and I wonder if he’s right. Nix would have to be gay or a monk to not be attracted to Lucinda Waldgrave, and he’s neither. The entire world loves her and most want to fuck her, but with Nix it’s different. The whole world has watched her fuck around with every Hollywood playboy for years. If he’s still pining for her, this whole idea could blow sky high, and I’m the one who stands to lose.

The amused expression on Mercier’s face annoys me. He came from nothing. He’s only in a penthouse on Fifth Avenue right now because of me, or rather, my rich parents. Everything he owns is because I gave him the money and the only reason I had the money to give him is because my father would rather pay me to keep quiet rather than speak out about what an asshole he is and destroy his reputation.

“We need to get this over with today? You phone Waldgrave and pretend to be the kidnapper.”

Mercier nods. The small padlock he’s got looped through one of his ear tunnels jangles as he does. He’s got a weird fucked up sense of style and I’m pretty sure he lost the key to the padlock months ago.

“What are you going to say?” As he opens his mouth to speak, a knock on the bedroom door turns both our heads. It’s her. Lucinda. We locked her in last night and so far she’s behaved. I’ve not heard a peep from her. At least she’s not causing problems. Reluctantly, I get off my chair and head to the door. I don’t want to speak to her. I don’t want anything to do with her. The longer she’s here, the more chance we’ll get caught.

“What?” I grind out through the door.

“I need to pee.”

I roll my eyes and turn the key. The smell of her hits me as I open the door. Sweat and the damp from the cabin. She’s still wearing the same clothes we brought her in last night.

Trying not to look at her, I grab her wrist and guide her to the main bathroom. I don’t want to watch, but it’s fascinating how she feels along the sink, moving her hands until she finally reaches the toilet.

I should leave her to it, but I’m transfixed. She moves to unbutton her jeans, seemingly unembarrassed that I’m still in the room with her. I wait for her to ball me out, scream at me for staring at her. She can’t see me, but surely she knows I’m still here. She’s completely unabashed as she lowers her pants. My cock twitches as I get a full on view of her pussy. She doesn’t try to hide as she sits on the seat and lets out a stream of piss.

I was never one of Lucinda Waldgrave’s biggest fans. Fame doesn’t affect me the way it seems to affect others. I grew up around the rich and famous. First in London, then when I moved to New York when I was thirteen. They are just like everyone else. Everyone pisses, but not everyone does it so unashamedly. I cough to let her know I’m still in the room. She suddenly stops as though she’s just realized that maybe it’s not the best idea to pee in front of a complete stranger. I think she’s going to blush and cower away, but she doesn’t. She finishes, then pulls up her pants as though having someone watch her pee is the most normal thing in the world. For a woman who’s probably shown her pussy to hundreds of men and more than a few women, this probably is normal to her.

I press my hand to my bulging pants. I hate how she’s affected me. I thought I was better than that, but I guess I’m no better than the multitude of Lucinda groupies.

“You stink,” I finally say, as though it’s her fault and not ours for dragging her away from her cabin without her bag. “Have a shower. I’ll get you something to wear.” I leave her this time, determined not to fall under her spell like so many others have. She’s a devious bitch that knows how to make men want her and knows how to destroy them. I can’t afford to turn into some moping pussy like Nix.

I’m not happy about having to use some of my mother’s designer clothes, but it’s all I have to hand. There’s no way she’ll fit into any of my clothes. She’s taller than my mother and slimmer, but I’m not about to go shopping and risk people asking questions.

I find a dress and rip it from the rack. If my mother knew someone was wearing her clothes, she’d pitch a fit, but I’m already skirting a very thin line with just having Lucinda here, so what’s one more indiscretion?

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