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“Don’t make me beat you. Or maybe since you’re such a fucking skank, you’ll want my dick?” He laughs and the sound’s ugly. “Do your fucking job.”
He’s about to release me; his fingers start to loosen when I speak. Because I’m not sure when I’ll get the opportunity to gather more information.
This guy wants to fuck me.
He’s not allowed. That much is clear, but I can manipulate that a little.
I lean into him. “Why, if your boss is so powerful, does he even want these jewels?” I laugh and flutter a hand on his tie, trying to get a good look at his face, but he steps back a little.
“None of your fucking business, whore.”
I follow, taking a step forward, and that hand tightens and bites deep, so I stop. “I’m the one stealing, so I’m curious. Don’t get me wrong. I like stealing jewels, but your boss is clearly very powerful to even think of harming a member of the Quinate.”
“Those jewels buy a get out of jail card along with a seat at the table. No one touches the Quinate, but the five jewels hold power.”
“They’re just jewels.”
Even in the dark, I feel the burn from his withering look. “I can tell you this for nothing, the jewels are just that to you. But for my boss, who he is, let’s just say the legend and his position in line to Quinate power means the jewels allow him to take out whoever he wants without retribution. And that’s a fucking gift.”
He pauses. “Why do you think Jac Miller really wants the Heart of Dark Desires? And why do you think Hendrick Agnossio won’t give it up?”
“Why?”
“Because with their standing, the owner of that can, even without the rest of the jewels, harm the other.”
The man turns, heads for the open door.
He stops there. “Less than two weeks, Miss Rossi. So hurry up.”
When he disappears, I sag down against the wall.
A few things jump to mind. While I don’t believe him about an outsider getting the power to do what they want, I do wonder if there’s any truth in the legend of the jewels. Because there’s a legend there. These things never spring from nowhere.
And I can’t help think…
Is this why Jac wants the Heart of Dark Desires so desperately? And why Hendrick won’t part with it?
“Fuck, MG. Why the hell are you hiding in here?”
Jac.
His mouth turns grim. “I fucking saw that guy leave. Did he hurt you? Because I don’t need a weapon and I don’t need an alibi. I’ll fucking kill him now.”
His gaze lingers where the old bruise hides beneath the makeup.
He growls. “Actually, fuck that. He’s dead.”
“Jac.” I grab his arm.
He leans in, voice savage. “You’re not as good at poker as me. I can see he shook you up and that means one fucking thing. He’sinvolved. He’s one of the men who took you.” His voice is hard and full of violent intent. “I’ll rip his head off and piss down his throat and then rip out his fucking heart and—”
“Woah, down tiger. Jesus.”
He looks at me, a blond god of a grim reaper. “No one hurts you, MG. No one.”
I take his hand and kiss his palm then take a step back. “I’m fine, see?”
That seems to ease him. But only a little. His tense shoulders drop a centimeter and he’s no longer buzzing with fury, but murder still flashes in his eyes. “What did he say?”
