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“Can I stop you?” he asks, raising a brow.
“No,” I say firmly.
“Then I guess I’m not.” He leans on the counter in front of me and gets close. “I need you to promise me that you’ll be careful and listen to me if I tell you it’s too dangerous. Brandon isn’t someone to fuck around with.”
“I promise. Are we going to go undercover?” I ask excitedly.
“Why would we?” he asks.
“It would be the best way to figure out what’s going on. We go to the club as a couple, looking for something to spice up our sex life. We say we are bored and need someone to guide us. Brandon steps up, the gracious sex club owner, and shows us around his nefarious torture rooms,” I say, happy with my plan.
“Nefarious?” he asks, snorting. “We are not in a crime movie, and that's a terrible plan.”
“Why?” I pout.
“He knows who I am. He knows I helped Ryker shut down his club. I’m sure he won’t be eager to have me in his new one.”
“You could play it off. Tell him you regret it.”
“I don’t regret it at all,” he says stubbornly.
“You have to act, Bash,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“I don’t know how to act. I don’t lie,” he says.
“Just this once,” I plead.
“I will not willingly put you in danger.”
“I’ll be with you. You’ll keep me safe.”
“I will, but what about when I’m not with you. Brandon could get to you.”
“He won’t.”
“How do you know that?” he asks.
“When we get the information we need, you get in his face and mind-scramble him,” I say patiently.
“I mind-scramble him,” he states, his lips twitching.
“Yeah, I know you can do it.”
“You want me to do that?”
“That's the only non-violent way to stop him,” I explain.
“You don’t want him to go to jail?” he asks.
“Sure, but there's a slim chance that will happen. He needs to pay a different way. You could make him give all his money to charity or give it to the women he’s abused. You could make him hate sex and be celibate for the rest of his life.” My mind whirls with possibilities.
“I was thinking of something bloodier,” he sneers.
“You could do that too, I guess,” I sigh. “I was looking forward to my way, though.”
“You wouldn’t care if I hurt him?” he asked, tilting his head.
“No, he’s done nasty things.”
