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“Why didn’t you tell me one of your men was coming?” I said.
“We don’t have to communicate with you. You work for us, not the other way around.” He said with annoyance, and I grit my teeth.
“Does Anya know? Is that why he is with her?” I held my breath as I waited, the laughter from him sending a chill down my spine.
“No. She is just a means to an end at this point. Let’s call her, an insurance.” He purred and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop the remark.
“An insurance for what?” I spat and he sighed.
“That you will remember your place. The Devil Ranches are behind on their deliveries. You are in debt. You have three weeks to make the shipment, or we will take other measures. Starting with the girl now that she is the sole owner of Hart Ranch.” He hung up before I could reply, and I knew better than to call again.
Inhaling, I looked out the window at the mountains in the distance.
Austin fucked us all when he shook Sergei’s hand and Sergei fucked Grace; literally, to tie them together and keep the control.
It was my responsibility to set us free of this mess, to untie us from the Fellowship. Fuck it. I need a drink.
I poured myself a scotch as I considered our options. The Boone ranch was still finalizing their product and the Chase’s couldn’t do anything until we moved it.
We were the devil’s triangle. Sentenced to work for the devil himself. Sergei had been the contact until his death.
Then we had no direct contact for years until a phone call one day from a man who only called himself The Collector.
We got ourselves involved in drugs first. Then it grew to weapons and people. Not the flesh trade, thank God, but people who needed to move without being seen.
The Fellowship were worse than crime lords. The men were part of society, the billionaires who say they do good, the tech giants, the rulers of countries.
All funding their own greed to take over the world on the backs of people like us.
I needed to visit the Boones and see what could be done. Maybe we could spare a few men to help them process things.
I heard Anya’s voice through the wall and strained to listen. Her room bordered on the office and the old walls were thinner than she probably remembered.
“Damien. I just want to get this over with. I don’t plan on staying.” she muttered.
“Babe. This is like the jackpot. We need to make sure the right buyer comes along. You can’t rush this sale.” He said. Why was he encouraging the sale? Surely, they wouldn’t want us to sell.
“You’re so tense, babe. Come here. I got something for you.” He crooned and I swallowed the scotch, my hand tightening on the glass.
“I don’t want any right now. I want a shower,” she replied. What the fuck was this dick head doing.
“Come on. Just one line, it will take the edge off.” He coaxed. That answered my question.
Drugs. He was feeding her drugs.
I had half a mind to go in there and tell her what I thought, but she wasn’t my responsibility.
“No, Damien. I said I don’t want any. Go ahead and have some without me.” She replied and I sighed with relief.
“How about I give you some vitamin D instead?” He said and I choked on my drink. Who the fuck says that?
“Fine. I could use some release.” She said but the tone sounded flat. What a fucking loser he was. I heard the grunts a few minutes later followed by her soft moans.
I couldn’t stop the image in my mind of having Anya spread out beneath me, exploring every inch of her body until I knew it better than my own.
When he groaned, I knew he had come, and the sound of her voice told me she faked it. It was too perfectly timed and sounded hollow. No passion. Dude couldn’t even get her off.
“So good, babe. I’m going to sleep for a bit.” He muttered.
