“Who?” Axel growls.
My eyes find his. The thought of saying Triver’s name out loud isn’t helping me feel less stabby. “Triver Berk.”
His eyes widen slightly, indicating that the name is one he knows. “Our fathers used to buy women from him,” he snarls, eyes furious. “He owned an underground sex trafficking ring.”
“And a strip club where he forced the prettiest girls to dance for the sickest men,” I point out.
“Is that where you were?” Dean asks, his face blank. Dean always likes to show he’s in control, but I can tell I’ve thrown him for a loop. Wondering how long until I can make him crack completely, I give it another ten minutes.If you win, next kill, we hang him from the ceiling and beat him like a piñata,I say to myself and grow excited and determined to win my own bet.
I mask my excitement and shrug. “Maybeeee,” I taunt with a smirk.
“Just answer the question,” he demands, and I laugh at how brave he is for thinking he can demand shit from me.Oh, I'm sooo winning this bet!
“Nope,” I smile, and he narrows his eyes at me, making my smile grow.
“If you were there, then that means...” Neo says, his face turns so dangerous that if I were a normal chick, I'd shit my pants. “I'm gonna fucking murder him!” Neo roars, jumping out of his chair, breathing heavily, ready to burn down the world.
“Oh, calm down, Hulk,” I giggle. “No need. He’s already dead.”
Neo looks at me, but I can see that Neo is in the back of his mind, and his monster is present. My own beast calls to him.Down girl, he's the enemy, no matter how fucking hot it would be to rip each other apart and fuck like the world is ending.
“How?” is all he asks.
“Well, me, duh,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“You killed him?” Axel asks.
“Yup! Burned the place to the ground with all the bad, bad men inside.” I start spinning on my chair again, not giving any more information.
“Would you stop spinning and take this seriously?” Dean snaps. Stopping the chair facing away from him. A wicked grin splits across my face, and I tilt my head up to look at him upside down.
“Or what?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“You’re so damn infuriating!” he says through a clenched jaw. “I don't remember you being this difficult.”
Standing up, I step into his personal space. We're toe to toe now. “That's because the girlyouknew was Harlow McKaven. And Honey, that poor girl died around the 100th time she was held down while rich, sick, entitled men stuck their tiny little cocks where they didn't belong,” I say, licking my lips. His breath hitches for a moment. Just when I think he's about to show some kind of sympathy, he turns around and storms towards the door.
“Finish the fucking meeting without me; I'm done with this day,” he shouts before disappearing out the door.
I won my bet; he snapped in eight minutes. But the win was not as sweet as I expected it to be. Oh well, I still can't wait to see whether if I hit the body hard enough, if it will explode like a real piñata. I have no fucking clue, but it will be so fun to try.
Turning back to the guys, I see they didn't like that little bit of information I just shared. They can't look at me like that; they arenotallowed to. Not whenthey'rethe reason all that happened to me in the first place.
Ignoring Neo’s vibrating fury, Cassius’s nausea, and Axel looking like his head is about to explode, I get back to the point of why they are here in the first place.
“Look, I’ve had a long day, and normally, I’d be getting railed good right about now, then going to bed, so can we get this show on the road?” I sigh dramatically.
“Like we said earlier, we need your help,” Axel snips.
“No shit, Sherlock.” I shake my head. “But how, pray tell, do you want me to do that? Are you asking me for money, for a loan, to work for me?”
“Honestly, we will do just about anything as long as we get the money,” Cassius sighs, looking defeated.
“And why is it so important?”
“Because, if I don't get the money to pay everything off and then some, I can't afford child support, and I lose my little girl. Please, Harlow, she is my life and my world. I'd die without her, please, I'm begging for the first time in my life, please help us, so I don't lose my little girl,” he pleads with his heart in his eyes, and I feel my resistance give. FUCK! He had to go and use one of my very few weaknesses against me. I love kids, and over half my kills were men who’ve harmed children.Dammit! Fine, I’ll help them, but they are gonna have to fucking work for it.
“Alright, I'll help,” I say after looking into Cassius's broken eyes.