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Christian: Angel, you know I love when you talk like that, but I must go for now. We will talk soon. It’s just a quick intel sweep. I love you.
Me: I love you too.
Thenextmorning,Iawoke to a message from Christian checking in. My lips trembled with sadness for a moment at the realization that I’d missed an opportunity to talk to him while I was sleeping. The sadness melted away in an instant once I read the filthy things he left for me.
Christian: Good morning mon amour, I hope you slept well. Our intel excursion went better than expected. It should only be another two days until I can show you with my tongue just how sorry I am. I can’t wait to taste you on my lips. I will devour that sweet pussy of yours until you come all over my face and beg me to stop. Once I’ve cleaned up my mess by licking every last drop, I plan to fill that good little pussy with every inch of my needy, hard cock. Our first day back home, I am going to spend the entire day spoiling you every possible way I can. I will call you when I wake up. Until then, I will dream of all the naughty things I want to do to you. I love you, mon ange. Please make the best of your day for me and be nice to Selena.
My heart flutters and my pussy clenches at the thought of Christian doing exactly what he said he intends to do. I dress, throwing on a pair of black leggings and a t-shirt, then head downstairs for some breakfast. As I waltz into the kitchen with dreams of Christian’s magical tongue dancing through my head, I see Selena is just as eccentric as ever. On the counter she has an entire breakfast spread laid out. There are fresh fruits, crispy Belgian waffles, eggs, and meats galore.
I let out a low whistle, “Snazzy, is all this for little old me?” I purr, looking for Selena, who pokes her head around the corner of the coffee bar to reply.
“It’s a peace offering.” She answers with a mischievous grin.
My shoulders slump forward and my head falls back in annoyance as I groan. “A peace offering, seriously?” I reach for a small cherry danish and plop it into my mouth with frustration. Typical Selena move. She’s schmoozing me because she wants something from me, everyone always does. The nerve of that girl, I think to myself, eyes narrowing as I glare in her direction.
“Oh come on now, don’t be that way. It put a smile on your face this morning when you saw this fabulous, and might I add, delicious spread.” She bites into a strawberry and winks at me.
Dang it. I stomp my foot into the floor. I hate that she’s right. It did put a smile on my face and I was maybe, sort of, hoping, staying might not be so bad. It has been a long time since I had any real friends. What with my best friend so far away and virtually nonexistent. I get it. Maintaining the seed banks and all that stuff is important, and she has her little boy toy to attend to. I’ve heard she has him on some kind of super healthy juice cleanse diet, and he looks great. I roll my eyes anyway before responding. “Why can’t anyone ever just do something nice for me, no strings attached?”
“Don’t be such a whiny baby. You haven’t even bothered to ask what it is yet. It might be something you will enjoy, and all this is just icing.” Selena arches her eyebrow.
“What is it?” I scoff, with pure disdain over the entire situation.
Selena smiles. She knows she has won this round of whatever strange game we are playing. “Look doll,” she says coyly. “We both want respect as women in this world, right?”
I nod reluctantly as I wait for her to continue. I am interested enough to see where she is going with some of this. For now, at least.
Selena keeps explaining, “I have beef with Le Manchot and you have beef with him too, so hear me out. What if we teamed up just this one time as a Selena and Quinn power house? To take him down once and for all. There’s nothing I would love more than to slit that man’s throat and watch as he sputters and gasps for air. Le Manchot.” She spits as she says his name, “More like a slimy flightless bird.”
It’s my turn to give her a look. She wants me to agree to team up to take out Le Manchot. I’m honored, but Christian is already finishing the job. “Wow, I don’t actually know what to say to that Selena.”
“Say Yes,” she urges.
“I would except, Christian texted me and said they have him right where they want him. They will finish the job in no less than two days,” I confess.
“Then we move tonight. We can take him. I know we can, besides Christian already let him escape once. What makes you think he won’t allow him to slip through his fingers again?” Selena argues.
She has a point. Christian allowed Le Manchot to escape once already. My father was willing to turn his cheek the first time, but something tells me if it happens again Christian could be looking at much tougher consequences than just being locked away in a safe house condo tucked up above the city safely fucking the Don’s most prized possession every night. No, there’s no way my father won’t make Christian pay. If Selena and I take him out successfully, though, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is no loose ends.
“Okay, I’m listening. You have my attention. Now, what exactly do you have in mind?”
Selena smiles a wickedly evil little smirk. “Quinn, this is going to be a beautiful partnership.”
“It’s a one time thing though, agreed?” I clarify. I have no intention of making evil plots with my frenemies a regular thing, but I will make an exception this time. Christian is going to need all the help he can get, whether or not he wants it.
“Agreed. Working with you is totally beneath me, but I admit, given the situation, it is mutually beneficial one time and one time only.” Selena is quick to snap back.
If I cared enough to be offended, I would be, but I’m not. This is simply a transaction for the both of us.
Chapter 13
Little Lioness
Christian-
DearsweetQuinn,myforbidden love, the jewel of my heart. She deserves my redemption more than anyone, including the Don of the Arkham Mafia. The nerves in my body are filled with coursing waves of regret. I should have trusted my instincts about Le Manchot before I agreed to meet with him. My brothers have trained me for this position for the last ten years, and all I’ve done with the mentoring, the blood, sweat, and sacrifice is fuck everything up. I’ve killed for Quinn before, and I’ve killed for the Don thousands of times, but this time I’m killing for me. I need this. The feeling of Le Manchot gasping for his last breaths will bring the closure to set me free from this guilt that eats away at me day and night.
I splash some cool water on my face from the guest bathroom at Clay’s bachelor pad. It wasn’t much sleep, but it was just enough to pull off this move tonight and wash my hands of Le Manchot once and for all. The boss will be pleased, and that’s of the utmost importance to me. I’ve earned my place, but I am expendable. I can be easily replaced by the next ambitious man and I’m sure there are plenty who would delight in an opportunity to walk in my shoes.
