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“Nope. Dog house for both of you. Bye now.” I dismiss him.
Rolling his eyes, he kisses Silla’s hand before he leaves.
Over the next hour, Ayden and Andrya come to check on her. Asking a myriad of questions, Ayden nods once he realizes she’s going to be okay.
“I don’t think she thinks very highly of me.” He sighs as he watches her sleep. “Silla told me that she wanted me to leave because she doesn’t have a filter when she’s sick. My own fucking sister agreed with her, and it made me want to be a better person. I’m still a dick, but I want to be better for her.”
Nodding, I realize I completely understand. “Silla’s learned the hard way not to trust anyone here. We fucked up with her, and now it’s going to be harder to get close. I want to know everything about her, but most of all I need to understand why her step-sister or someone close to her is framing her,” I frown.
“I’ve been looking into that,” Ayden promises. “It’s more than the ridiculous rivalry I’m finding in the gossip rags. I think the truth is locked in Silla’s pretty little brain. Until she tells us, I want to find out more about her.”
“It’s impossible to protect her here,” I lament. “If she was in another section, it would be easier, but the Queen’s staff is pushing for more recruits to enter the field.”
Andrya enters at the tail end of my sentence, wrinkling her nose. “We’re two weeks into training. None of them are ready. What do they expect?”
“I told them they need to wait for us to get through our training program. Isaac told me one of the Queen’s auditors insisted on a list from him as well two weeks ago,” I mutter. “Things are changing, and we need to increase our pacing. Otherwise none of them will have a chance. Andrya, do you fancy exhibiting how you’d get the attention of a mark in a bar?”
Nodding, she watches me carefully. “What’s your endgame? Are we going up to your room, so we can fuck and I can wear you out? Am I supposed to kill you quickly?” Andrya asks.
She knows my tricks so well. “I want you to show how you’d have a drink with me, find out if I’m staying at the hotel we’re at, and then fuck me as you stab me with the sedation needle. The mission is to knock me out, but I’m known for being very suspicious,” I explain.
Rolling her eyes, she smirks. “If you wanted to fuck me, just say that.”
Barking out a laugh, I struggle to stay quiet. “Oh Gods,” I snicker. “I want to model some tactics that work well, and then have the assets role play. If you’re well used to flirting, using your body for your mission, it becomes more natural.”
Ayden grunts, his eyes on Silla. “What if I don’t want anyone else to fuck her?” he asks, and I agree.
“We need to talk about that when she wakes up,” I agree. “The only thing I’m comfortable with is one on one instruction with her, but I refuse to take something from Silla that she doesn’t want to give.” The twins look at me in shock, and I nod. “That’s right, I’m fucking done fighting this. If we’re going to train her, teach her, and fuck her to keep her safe, that’s not a hardship. However, I want her to know we’re not doing it because she’s just pussy. I think we can all agree that this girl shouldn’t be here.” I sigh.
“Silla told me that there was no evidence presented or collected at her trial. Isaac has been digging to figure out who could be responsible for framing her,” Andrya says. “This is so fucked up. Is there room in the bed for me? I don’t want to leave her.”
“Yeah, climb on in,” I grunt. “Sorry, Ayden. This is a tiny bed.”
Shaking his head, he agrees. “I have some work to do, but I wanted to see her. Text me if she’s hungry, I’ll bring her dinner,” he says, leaving the room.
The Fucked Up Trio have a pact, and may the Queen eat a dick if she attempts to get past it.
Twenty
ISAAC
Ihave been slammed with calls all day. I haven’t seen my Little Hacker in hours. In fact, I don’t think she even made it to class today, based on when I checked the cameras earlier.
Getting to her room today has proven difficult, because there’s a new fire to put out every time I leave my office. Pretty sure I snarled at the last person who stopped me.
Oh well, fuck it. The camera feeds are telling me that Silla hasn’t left her room all day, but the Fucked Up Trio have been to see her, and this concerns me more than anything.
Finally, around five in the afternoon, I roar, “Fuck off!” to a recruit that walks into my office to ask me a question. The poor man runs off, but I’ve had it. I need to know what the hell is going on.
Slamming my door shut behind me, people scurry out of my path, staying as far away from me as possible. With how I’m feeling right now, it’s for the best.
“Why are you terrorizing people?” Gray asks, brow raising from where he’s fielding questions in the hallway.
I’m sure he’s had a worse day than me, but he seems calm and collected. How is that?
“Have you seen Silla today?” I bark, walking toward him.
“Give me some space, people. I have it all under control,” Gray says, waving his hand at the three people he was talking to. “Go find more productive things to do, please.”
