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I nodded.

I didn’t take sending women into this trade lightly, but sometimes, it was the only option. When women with no other skills tried to extort or manipulate me, they signed themselves up for a life of service. I could only take my promise to my mother so far in this business, and I had to draw the line at innocents. The women who worked for me knew I would never touch them, but they also knew better than to challenge me further than that.

I’d never tortured one of my working girls, but I’d been forced to kill one.

Sometimes, there wasn’t another option.

Fiona looked over her tablet and gave me her usual bedroom eyes. “I’d be more than happy to show you their training techniques. For your approval, of course.”

My jaw tightened. I wasn’t in the fucking mood for her shameless flirtation today. I had enough to handle between Valentino’s blatant attacks and the news about Sienna’s lack of existence that made no goddamn sense. She denied knowing anything about it, and Justin couldn’t find anything incriminating. Hell, he’d been struggling to find a last address for this Cameron man, too.

But Sienna would be here shortly. She’d committed herself to going somewhere with Lucia and Bria this morning and should be back any time.

We’d talk as soon as she came to find me.

“I’m not in the mood for pleasantries today,” I told her bluntly.

Her eyes flared at my tone—one that I didn’t often use with her. Fiona was an asset to a large sector of my business. Her prostitutes kept high-profile businessmen both in line and silent about their exchanges with me. Where there were sexually satisfied men, good business always followed.

“Well, in that case,” she said, clearing her throat and standing. She moved to my side and sat too close. I wanted to growl at her to back the fuck up, but she continued before I had the chance. “We have one pairing that seems less than ideal, so we may need to reassign one of our older girls to cover for the younger. I don’t see it being an issue. Overall, we have minimal concerns from the girls.”

I nodded, taking a puff of my cigar and holding the smoke in my mouth for a moment before releasing it and inhaling the strong aroma through my nose.

“You seem like you’re under a lot of pressure these days,” she said. “I’ve heard rumors of Valentino and his intentions with you. If you need someone to help you, take off the edge.”

“I think he has it covered.”

My eyes drifted to where Sienna stood in the doorway, shooting daggers at Fiona. Did she look jealous? I couldn’t quite tell whatI saw behind those cunning eyes as she strode inside and took the seat that Fiona had vacated.

“I’m sure you know nothing about the stress of his job,” Fiona tried to contradict.

“I’m sorry, how many years’ experience do you have doing his job?” Fiona opened her mouth and closed it. “Surely, from the way you talk, you haveampleexperience.”

“I’ve worked with him for years,” she retorted, having the audacity to look offended by Sienna’s implications.

“Fiona,” I said. “I have a meeting with Ms. Rossi. We’re done here.”

“But—”

“You can leave. Now.”

Unlike Sienna, Fiona knew better than to challenge me. She clamped her mouth closed and gave me a curt nod before standing. I didn’t miss the way she swayed her hips a little extra as she pressed her ass toward me, but my eyes remained locked on Sienna as Fiona vacated the room.

“I don’t like her,” Sienna said.

“Not many people do, but she earns me a lot of money.”

“So, you like to fuck people who earn you money, then?”

I paused and looked over the pissed-off expression on Sienna’s face. It was jealousy that rested there, and my mouth tipped up at the corners. “You’re jealous.”

“I don’t get jealous,” she spat. My already-sour temper turned more futile, and my smile dropped. “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” I repeated as if my ears were deceiving me. “The same thing I tried to ask you about two days ago. I want to know what you’re hiding from me.”

She shrugged. “Fucking me for information didn’t work well enough for you?”

I could have throttled her for the insolent tone she took. Only she could get away with it, and she knew it.

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