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I come back out in a three-piece suit that makes her whistle.
“You clean up well,” I smirk and fix my cuff links.
“I didn’t realize we had a GQ cover to shoot today.” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“We?” I shake my head as I grab my wallet and keys.
“I have an appointment. You are staying right where you are.” I lean over her and grab her chin.
“Be good, little mouse.” She head-butts me when I try to kiss her.
“Oops, I seem to have gotten blood on your shirt. My bad.” She tries to kick free yet again, but the shackles I have on her make it impossible.
I stand and look down, noticing she’s right. My nose is bleeding. I curse under my breath and go back to change my shirt. Apparently, wearing anything other than black around this woman is going to be impossible.
“Are all our interactions going to end in bloodshed?” I speak to her from inside the closet as I button up my shirt.
When she doesn’t answer me, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I rush out of the closet just as she’s climbing out my fucking two-story window.
“Tricky bitch. Get back in here before you break your fucking neck!” I pull her back in, kicking and screaming.
I managed to get her back on the bed and shackled again, but now I’m a wrinkled mess. I sigh and stand over her, trying to figure out how she got out.
I raise my eyebrow at her.
“Open your fucking mouth.” She hasn’t said one word to me.
In English or Spanish, and since her favorite pastime is to annoy me in both, she must have the key hidden there. She turns her head away from me when I go to grab her chin.
“Stop fighting me, little mouse.” I pry her lips open and push my fingers inside.
I grab the key and manage to get a few bite marks for my trouble.
“Sucio, hijo de la gran puta!” She screams like a banshee at me.
Wow, calling my mother the greatest whore hurts worse than calling me dirty. She doesn’t have a clue, but she will. Soon, if I have my way.
“Now, now, my ma is a lovely lady. No need to involve her in our mess. Especially since she invited you to her table.” I try to smooth out the wrinkles of my suit the best I can and then give up.
It’s not like the men I’m going to go meet will appreciate my style anyway. I walk over to my safe, take out two guns, and place them in my harness.
Her eyes narrow when she realizes that I can understand everything she says to me. It’s a good thing one of my dads is Puerto Rican. He taught me a lot, and I’m so fucking grateful.
“You have to let me go!” She sounds like she’s on the verge of crying, and I shrug.
“And I will. If the information you gave me is true. Until then, take a nap or something.” I leave the room.
“ARIA, set alarm. Full security measures. Only club members in or out, starting in sixty seconds.” I listen to the AI count down as I grab my keys and cell phone off the kitchen counter.
I see the bags of groceries my ma must have dropped off and take a quick look to see if anything needs to go in the freezer or fridge. I’m just closing the door as ARIA announces that there are five seconds left.
I wait by my car to ensure the new protocol works.
Once all the shutters are down and the motion sensor cameras start blinking red, I pull out of my driveway.
“Call Glitch,” I say as I navigate the dark Reno streets to my warehouse.
“Yup.” She yawns loudly, and I frown.
