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She’s completely still and I know I’m about eighty percent closer to having her in my hands to mold as I please.
There’s something that appeals to a goody-goody Pollyannas like her. Something about helping to atone for someone else’s sins as a proxy for your own.
“I want to put a stop to all that. Problem is, I’m male. I can’t get into that part of Broken Angel without bringing a girl. The right one.”
“Me?”
“For the private areas of the original club. The flagship, HQ, call it whatever the fuck you like, I need you.”
She sits back against the seat, a horrified expression settling into her features. My suggestive words are just enough for her to carve out her own dark and twisted images. And judging from her face, she’s already doing just that.
I slide closer to her, drop my voice so I have to place my mouth near her ear, and breathe in her scent. Fresh and honeyed with bright bites of citrus.
It’s intoxicating.
“To bring Henderson down, Ivy, to stop him in his tracks, I need an invitation to a big annual party that’s so private I shouldn’t know about it. It’s the only way to get close enough to bring him down, and you’re my ticket in. The right girl. The kind they like. A Pollyanna like you can help me get an invite to that party.”
“How amIthe right girl?” Her whisper shakes like butterfly wings in the air.
I slide a finger through the tendrils of hair at her neck. She breathes in fast. “You’re sweet and innocent, like I said. And I need you to help open a door. You obeyed me, Ivy. Sat the fuck down when I commanded. You’re a natural submissive, perfect for what I want and need.”
“I’m not sleeping with you.”
The fuck she’s not.
But I don’t push it. It’s not important right now.
“You have it in you, and the people whose attention I want will see it, too. You’re going to get me an invite to that party. But it won’t be quick. It’ll take planning, and it has to be done right.”
Because I’m getting into that goddamn party and killing Henderson. He used and killed the wrong girl, and I know it.But that’s only one reason why I want him dead. If I just wanted revenge on the asshole, pure and simple, I could just track him and take him out.
But I want to use and destroy Ivy, too. She’s my other motivator.
I can bludgeon two birds with one stone.
“He killed someone I knew,” I say softly. “And I know I can’t force you to help. But he deserves to suffer.”
Just like you, Ivy.
I shift back against my chair. She breathes a little more freely.
“Can I have my phone? I want to leave.”
I reach into my pocket, pull her phone out, and place it in front of her. If all has gone to plan—which it has because I don’t allow for chance—her phone’s going to ring in three, two, one.
It lights up and she shoves it away.
I put my hand on hers, a bite of heated electricity shooting straight through me from that connection.
“You can leave. But I’m trying to end a great evil, and this is the only way.”
“I’m still not helping you.” The shimmer of doubt in her quivering voice is pure music.
Her phone lights up again.
I make my next move. The final one.
“I think you should answer that call. It might make you reconsider.” I pause. “It’s Elise, isn’t it?”
