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Pen did what she always did when she was afraid—she faked a bad attitude. "Yeah, dude. I had open heart surgery as a newborn baby, and was on some really expensive medication for a few years, paid for courtesy of the state. What's that got to do with the price of eggs in Dallas?" Pen kicked out when he got too close. She had long legs. They were going to come in handy. “Stay back or I’ll kick your pecker into your throat.”
"You what?" Anger filled his face. Pen flinched back.
“I said I’ll kick your pecker into your throat!”
He grabbed her shirt. Yanked. And just kept yanking. Until he could see the thin sports bra she wore. He shoved it to one side. One of her breasts was half exposed. But he wasn’t looking there.
He was looking at the scar.
Just a reminder of a surgery she would never remember.
He cursed.
And stormed out of the room, leaving her there with her shirt in tatters and her arms taped to the damned bed.
He returned with the redheaded man and the lisper. “Dispose of her right now. She’s completely defective. Both this one, and the one with the defective eyes. They areuselessto me now. Both of them. Useless wastes oftimeand money. Monitoring them, planning to use them—they are flawed.Dispose of them all. I have the ones I want now. Just do it. Leave none of the rest here alive.”
How many women did these assholes have, anyway?
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Vaughn and Hectorfollowed Gregory out of the exam room where they’d left the blue-haired kid. They’d left the redhead in a room on the second floor. Gregory ordered them to take him to her.
"That one with the nose ring will have to be disposed of quickly. Tonight. She's as imperfect as the other one with the broken eyes." Gregory was angry, no denying that. “I’m only keeping theone.To keep Bonita in line. You’ll have to get rid of the flawed ones, Vaughn.”
There was no way in hell Gregory was going to dispose of Vaughn's precious angel. Not her. Just not her.
Dispose of that damned cop one instead.
He almost told him that, but Vaughn kept his mouth shut.
Vaughn didn't give a fuck what the old man did with the blue-haired one, at this point, either. He just wanted his precious angel.
Gregory was still going on and on. About flaws. "I don't need that one. She's imperfect. Just like the other one from this morning. I have the one I want in the downstairs lab now. Do as you are told."
"Be a shame to kill the blue-haired one. She's so pretty,” Hector said, looking longingly over his shoulder like a dumbass. Did he think Gregory gave a shit about what Hector wanted with that teenager?
"Do what you want with her—later. I do not have time to deal with all the broken ones now." Gregory waved his hands erratically, stalked around. “I must return to Bonita.”
Bonita. Bonita didn’t even exist.
Vaughn knew what was happening. Gregory was losing it again. Going into one of those fits, rages, like he had three years ago when he’d killed that cop in Wichita Falls.
"Just make sure to get rid of her gently when you are finished. I cannot risk one of them revealing what I am working on before I am ready. But they are Denita’s daughters, and she loved them. Do it gently. They are not to suffer too greatly, understand me?"
Kill them, rape them if they wanted, but do it…gently? Vaughn didn’t understand that reasoning at all. If Gregory cared about Denita’s daughters, why in the hell would he want to hurt them in the first place?
If Gregory cared so much for that woman’s daughters, shouldn’t Gregory be wanting toprotectthem or something?
Like Vaughn loved Crispin Maria and would do anything to protect her now.
Wasn’t that the way love was supposed to work? He loved Gregory and Hector, so he’d protect them. Shouldn’t Gregory protect Denita’s daughters?
Gregory walked around, muttering about updating records and the second phase and his precious Bonita now.
Bonita. Like a lunatic.
Hell. That was when Vaughn got it. Lunatic.
