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“Sorry. I’ve only been Dommed by one person. I’m not in a real rush to repeat the experience. Certainly not with you.” I flash my teeth at Clint.
“Oh yes, I heard about your little performance at Whip.”
His words cut right through me and leave frost behind in my blood.
“Heard you got fucked raw onstage. Wish I’d been there to see it for myself,” he muses. “I always thought you’d be much happier after swallowing a good dick.”
If he comes near me with his, then I’m going to bite it off.
Clint recognizes the thought—I’m too stressed to keep it from showing on my face, I guess—but rather than backing off, he comes closer still. “You just don’t get it, Sinclair. None of you get it.” He draws a gun out of his holster and points it at me as he flicks the safety off. My insides freeze. “There’s no good way tobesomebody in this town. You can either be a god or a devil. There’s no middle ground.”
“I’m not sure what I have to do with any of that,” I reply slowly.
I’ve never been good in hostage situations.
My temper gets the best of me and I lose my cool even in training, so my bosses have never let me actually engage in a real-life situation.
Except now it’smylife on the line, and I’m trying to talk down a psychopath with a gun pointed between my eyes.
Clint sucks on his teeth. “Oh, Layla.”
I fucking hate the way he says my name.
“Let me guess,” I continue. “It’s too hard to be a god, so you decided to go in the opposite direction. You probably have some kind of sob story to accompany the decision, too. That or you’ve got a serious lack of a work ethic. Did I get it this time, Clint?”
His grip on his gun doesn't falter. He’s as steady as I’ve ever seen him. “Working for Jerry is like working for a goddamn clown. I needed more.” Something in those words begs me to understand his motivations.
So Clint is our leak on the inside. Our mole. Christ, I’m stupid if it’s taken me this long to get the full understanding of the picture. Clint is connected to the bald man; that’s why he’s brought me here to this place. He’s been the one feeding information about the case to whoever he decided to work for on the wrong side of the law.
“You’re dealing drugs?”
He shrugs. “The offers rolled in and I snagged them.” Clint crouches in front of me, the gun pressed to my knuckles. He rubs the metal across my skin in a sick mockery of a lover’s caress. “I like the merchandise anyway. Why not deal and get high whenever I want? It’s a winning situation from all sides.”
“So, what, I’m the leverage for you to have a biggerinwith your low-life drug dealer?”
Clint stops rubbing the gun on me, his eyes darting up to meet mine. He clucks his tongue. “I don’t need leverage. I’ve been with my real people the whole time. All I needed to do was share information here and there. Pathetically easy. You’re going to be a bonus. I'll get you out of the way before you become an issue.”
“You are such a piece of shit.” I spit in his face, the globule landing on his cheek. Clint waits a beat before he wipes it away with his sleeve. My voice drops to a hissed warning. “Let me out of here and I won’t kick your ass into the next state.”
How stupid am I to have let my guard down around him for even a second. I brushed Clint off as a rookie because he always seemed content to stay in Jerry’s shadow. He might have made a snide retort here or there but he never stepped a foot out of line before.
I never looked into him because he never gave me a reason to suspect him.
A perfect position.
And Adamjusttold me the breach came from inside. Rather than using the information to keep myself safe, even in the brief moments since learning the information, right on cue I’d turned my back on Clint.
I struggle against the ropes but the ties are so much better than I’d have given him credit for. “How did you do it, anyway?” I want to know.
Clint tilts his head to the side and studies me. “Do what?”
“Pass a fucking drug test to even get this far.”
He stares at me with surprise sliding over his features at my question. “You’d be surprised at the number of tricks you can pick up if you’re observant enough.” He rises up to his full height. He’s got more than a few inches on me on a good day, but none of that matters.
None of this is a fair fight.
Clint knows better than to untie me.
