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“He wanted proof that I was going to hold up my end of the agreement, so I blew him in the stairwell.”
“Probably the best fucking head of his life,” Edmund whispers to me and I silently shake my head.
“And Harper?” Liz asks.
“I messaged him this morning to let him know Harper was on board because he told me he was willing to expose her too,” Nikki answers for her. “He watched us finger each other to prove her agreement, and he’s expecting both of us to pay up on Thursday when he comes to our apartment.”
“And you’re going to give whatever he wants.” Liz smiles at the two of them.
“You aren’t going to do anything?” Harper finally speaks up.
Liz crosses the room and firmly grips Harper’s face, her long nails dimpling the skin. “You get to keep your million dollars. Is that not enough for you, princess? Considering you fuck drunk frat boys for flat beer, I’m thinking two grand a week is more than sufficient.”
Liz eyes the table for agreement, and none of us disagree.
“You don’t speak a fucking word about the five of us or what happens in this house. You’ll zealously take his cock in all your holes. You’ll fucking suck his toes while Nikki eats his ass if that’s what he wants. Understood?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Harper painfully responds, and Liz places a firm kiss on her lips before releasing her face.
“We’ll be in touch, ladies.” Edmund nods his head toward the door, instructing them to leave. Meanwhile, I can’t help but wonder if he’s still going to give the redhead a call knowing she’s fucking Michales.
It’s a fucking power play. Of course he is.
CHAPTER
FORTY-SIX
GRANT
“We should just fucking kill him,” Samuel says his first words since sitting at the table.
“He’s a fucking cop,” Will smacks him on the back of the head. “You can’t just kill cops in a small fucking town like this and not expect to get caught.”
“They’ll give him what he wants.” Liz’s voice is pragmatic. “It’ll keep him content and quiet for a bit while we figure out how to handle him.”
“I hate to agree with the stupid kid on this one”— Edmund interjects—“but eliminating the problem really might be the easiest solution. Not immediately, but after enough time that we could pin it on the girls for the blackmail.”
Not a great idea.
But not a terrible one.
“If we go that route, the video gets leaked, Eddie.” Liz tries to negate his idea.
“Did we watch the same video?” Edmund smirks. “An hour-long video of my thoroughly fucking and pleasuring three different women: that’s like a fucking dating ad for more pussy than I can fucking handle.”
“I have the connections.” Will changes the subject. “I’ll reach out to some guys I know about security. The fuck being able to stand outside the window and record what he saw is the first issue.”
“The first issue is how he knew we were here in the first place.” My eyes dart to Samuel, who continues to draw the attention of the Adelaide Cove Police Department.”
He’s the fucking problem we need to deal with.
“Don’t fucking look at me like that, old man,” Samuel snarls.
“Do you need a fucking reminder?” I plant my palms on the table and rise from my seat, ready to climb across this table to drive my fist into smug face.
“Boys,” Liz yells over both of us. “Measure your cocks somewhere else. He’s right though, Samuel. You don’t need to keep your cock in your pants, but you need to sure as fuck ensure the women you’re putting your cock in are willing participants outside of this house.
“Fucking make me.” He storms out of the room, leaving the four of us seething at the table.
