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Maddox slapped Will on the shoulder. “Get cleaned up. It’s time you went to work.”
Will had a shower. He had no idea what ‘work’ was going to entail, but he was glad to have the full use of his limbs again. He'd been trapped in the cast for weeks. Finally he was free. He’d be able to run. Able to attack, well, better than he could before. He could finally be everything he was.
He dressed after the shower, jeans and a button-up shirt. He didn't like the way the shirt felt on him, but he guessed he was lucky Maddox had provided jeans. Lorien and Maddox both dressed like they were perpetually about to walk a runway. They were always stylish, always looking like fucking models. Will was lucky just to look like a free man.
“Will?" Maddox called from downstairs. “We’re waiting for you.”
Will looked at himself in the mirror. He needed a haircut. It was starting to grow out and curl around his eyes. It made him look soft. Guys inside would have said it made him look feminine. That was the last fucking thing he wanted to be. He spent more time taking cock than most women though, that was for sure.
“WILL!” Maddox summoned him again.
“Coming!” Will shouted back.
He went down the stairs two at a time to make up for his lateness, almost risking breaking his leg again, or maybe his neck. Maddox was waiting. He was wearing slacks, which emphasized the length of his legs and a wine-red turtleneck made of the finest wool. He looked handsome, elegant, and impatient.
“Everybody's waiting,” Maddox said.
“Everybody who?”
“The team. You can’t have missed them.”
“I don't pay attention to the people you have coming and going. Should I?”
Maddox lifted a brow at him. “Yes. You should.”
“So, what team?” Will narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “I don’t work in teams. Or units. Or state-ordered group therapy.”
“Actually, Will, you are part of this unit. You have been since you arrived here, whether you knew it or not.”
“I am? Okay.”
Will walked into the room, spun on his heel, and walked right back out again.
“What are you doing?”
Maddox would have dragged him back in, except for how bad it would have been for unit morale to see an out-of-control felon causing chaos in their midst.
“They’re fucking cops.” Will looked at him with cold blue eyes.
“Yes.”
Will took several more steps away, as if he couldn’t physically put enough distance between himself and the inhabitants of the room. “I’m not working with fucking cops.”
“You’ll do whatever I tell you to do. Including working with fucking cops if I see fit.”
“No,” Will said. “I won’t.”
He had always been defiant, but this was a new level and intensity of defiance. This was an outright refusal.
“If you try to make me work with them, the Fed won’t be the only corpse in the bath.”
It was all unacceptable, the refusal, the attitude, the disrespect, the undisciplined responses. And it was at that moment that Maddox realized he had truly spoiled William. Whatever lashings and spankings, punishments and censures he had handed out, they had not made a dent in Will’s natural impudence.
“You are mine, boy. And you will do as I tell you.”
“Yeah? Make me. Because I’m telling you right now, there’s nothing you can fucking do that will make me work with a cop.”
“You don’t want to work with the police? Very well. I will put you where you belong.”
