Cash
My conscience is gnawing on me to tell her, but as always, I chose to ignore that little voice in the back of my mind. I know I should tell her that she didn’t kill that guy, but I won’t. Why? Because I’m a bastard, and I like the way she is dependent on us right now.
She didn’t kill him, but Myles is taking care of it as we speak. He wasn’t happy about being dragged out for an unplanned job, but he’ll get over it.
I didn’t think I would ever see her again, and I definitely didn’t think she would be the one initiating it. This little incident is the only reason we have the pleasure of being close to her again, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.
We’re in the back of our SUV, Kane is driving, and I have the urge to pull Payton into my lap, but every time I glance over at her, I change my mind. Her body is rigid, her eyes wide, and her grip on her purse is so tight she might tear off the strap soon.
She looks scared, really scared. Not the timid nervosity from the other night, but real bone-crushing fear. The only question is, what exactly is she afraid of? Does she think we’ll rat her out to the cop or that she’ll owe us now?
“I didn’t know who else to call,” Payton whispers so softly I almost miss it.
“It’s okay. You did the right thing. We’ll take care of you.”
Her shoulders relax just a little, but not enough for my liking. Once we get her home, we’ll make sure she forgets about everything. I’ll make sure her mind is busy.
Most people are impressed when they pull up to our place for the first time, but Payton simply stares ahead, her eyes unfocused.
Kane kills the engine, and we both get out of the car at the same time. Payton still hasn’t moved an inch when we walk around and open her door.
“I think she’s in shock,” Kane points out the obvious.
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Kane rolls his eyes at me before unbuckling Payton. She remains still until he tries to lift her out of the car, and she snaps out of it.
“I can walk,” she defends, shoving his arms away.
Kane backs up, smirking but showing her his palms in surrender. We watch her climb out of the car on shaky legs, but she manages to straighten up and lift her chin.
We lead her to the front door, where one of our guards opens the door for us.
Payton doesn’t seem surprised by our wealth or security. Of course, she did call us when she thought she killed someone, which means she already knows who we are. However, I am curious to find out just how much she knows. Furthermore, why did she call me and not the police?
She pauses in the center of the foyer, just standing there like she is waiting for instruction.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I coo. “Maybe take a bath…” At the thought of her naked in my bathtub, my cock strains against my zipper. I place my hand on her lower back and gently lead her toward the stairs.
With Kane on her other side, we lead her to my bedroom. When she sees my bed, she briefly stops, her eyes flashing with apprehension, which tells me she is thinking about bolting.
Kane moves past us into the bathroom and turns on the water.
“It’s okay, let’s just take a bath,” I assure her, but the mistrust in her gaze remains.
In an effort to get away, she leans back against my hand. I give her a gentle push, overpowering her with ease.
With a huff, she walks into the bathroom. “I’m not getting undressed in front of you guys,” she announces, planting her feet in the center of the large luxurious space.
“We can’t leave you alone, Payton. So stop fighting and get out of these clothes.”
She spins around, folding her arms across her chest defensively. “Is that why you are helping me? So I owe you? Let me guess, you want me to pay you back with my body?”
“What?” Not that I’m opposed to the idea in general, but I wasn’t planning on fucking her right now.
“I shouldn’t have called you. It was such a mistake. You’re just like him! You’re just like Matthew!”
“Who the fuck is Matthew?” Kane pipes up behind her, ignoring every accusation she made against us and going straight to what we both want to know.