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“As in “like me” like me?” Willow inquired. “I don’t see it.”
“Like how you didn’t see him in the shadows stroking his cock while we were fucking in the recovery room on Mount Marcy.”
“Really?” She looked more intrigued than shocked.
I made my way to sit on my stool while Saint continued to appease Willow with the revealed information. “Yup. He was totally turned on.”
“Is his rod long like you guys?” I was surprised she asked, and Saint and I exchanged a look before she added, “Don’t like to make you guys look good. You know I have a pink knife I recently got sharpened that would be rather nice to chop cock with.”
“Bigger,” we announced in unison, and Willow giggled.
“Aww. Are you guys actually frightened by me?”
“Yes,” we said again, and she was sweetly laughing like she wasn’t a threat.
“That’s cute,” she hummed and was already off to find the second batch of wings. It was when she started skipping that I sensed the switch.
“Willa?” I voiced cautiously while our skipping mate came to a stop at a table and turned around to face the black box that was within a white plastic bag.
“Mine!”There she was -stealing the wings -and with a blink, she was literally out of sight.
“Aww man,” Saint whined.
“She actually stole the wings.”
“Aren’t you worried about where she went?” Saint asked while I simply began to stretch to prepare for what was to come.
“Nah.” That was the truth. “She’s probably eating those wings in front of a work of art or something. You can check the cameras if you want. You got the app on your phone Jayce installed with your fingerprint access code, remember?”
“Right!” Saint had clearly forgotten that the pack -or at least Jayce, Dimitris, and himself- had access to the specific app that gave them a glimpse of who was in my museum and down below here in the studio. Made it easier for when they had to bring my next set of victims to the site.
At least if they knew I was busy in the studio, they could lock them up in the space in the storage containers further out on the property for later.
He pulled out his phone and it took less than ten seconds for him to whistle.
“Awww. There’s our Sweet Queen,” he hummed. “Eating a chicken wing and appreciating the bloody Mona Lisa.”
That intrigued me enough to pass by him and peer over his shoulder to see the image of Willow -or Willa -siting on the floor and viewing my bloody Mona Lisa image with a chicken wing in her grasp.
“Get some clear shots of that. We can use it to decorate the next safe house.”
“Are you sure we’re getting another?” Saint pondered. “Don’t want Willow burning it down again.”
Good point.
“I think Dimitris wants us to invest in one of the mega-mansions on the East Coast,” I said, revealing our Alpha’s potential plan. I didn’t take it very seriously when he first mentioned it when looking at different properties here and on the outskirts of NYC and New Jersey, but now that it was becoming clear that Willow was a keeper, it was something to consider.
“That rich neighborhood where everyone will hate us?” Saint laughed. “How far out are our neighbors?”
“Fifteen-minute drive from the place he’d been looking at.”
“Oh.” Saint was intrigued. That was a good sign in this case.“Perks.”
“Peace and quiet,” I voiced the obvious before adding, “Three floors, twenty rooms, massive basement, underground garage with separate entrance, a hidden path to the highway, casino, gun range, underground tunnel to our old base and Forbidden Enterprise, two outdoor pools, one indoor pool, tennis court, sauna, hot springs, music studio, art studio, helicopter access, and if we want, a runway for a private jet.”
“Damn.” He whistled again. “You had me at the gun range, but everything else is marvelous. So did Dimitris buy it yet?”
“Not yet,” I stated while I began to pull out the set of paintbrushes I was going to use.
