As I leave, the first line starts, playing loud enough to drown out Sin’s screams. I let out a light laugh, flipping him the bird even though he can’t see it.
“Baby shark, do do, do do do do—”
Chapter 15
Sin
It’srare for me to lose my calm. In my youth, I was taught to be calm and to show no fear. The training I’ve done for years has helped, so it's a rare moment when I go off. I don’t like that the ginger-bitch is getting under my skin, but I can’t deny it’s happening.
There is nothing I can do about it now, but I never should have taken this fucking contract. In hindsight, I can now see pride got in the way of my usually excellent decision making. The contract was thought to be impossible, take down both CASH-ULTY and its CEO, Ginger Russell.
And I’m the man they contact when there’s no one else.
A tiny handful of people in the entire world know how to get a hold of me, and it's through them that others have bought my services. I’m the best, the unseen, the one who gets things done despite any fucking odds.
And this is the first fucking time in my fifteen years of doing this that I’ve doubted myself.
The more time I spend around the ginger-bitch, the more I realize that the stories about her aren’t embellished. She is one ruthless bitch, but so far it isn’t directed at me as much as I’d figured. I get the sense something is going on in her world, something causing her sleepless nights, but not enough for me to use. The people who hired me did it now for a reason, and I don’t doubt there’s outside pressure.
I need to be closer.
But Iwon’tbe a fucking pet either.
The sound of the ridiculous fucking music overwhelms my logic and makes it hard to think. I’ve heard of varying kinds of musical torture but this is a fucking first. I’ll admit, effective.
If I had a gun, I’d shoot myself before listening about daddy fucking shark one more time.
Beneath all of this, my blood boils at the thought of the fucking leather collar she thought she’d put on me. She must have known what my reaction would be. Didn’t take her for someone who needed an excuse to torture someone, but it seems to me like she’s putting it off in my case. I’ve been kept captive in chains and barely fed, but this is all so far below what I expected.
Maybe I’m getting under her skin too.
The anger rolling through me helps keep the panic at bay, the automatic response to the bag and chains, to the music that makes me want to murder more than usual. I let it flow through me, imagining wrapping my hands around the skinny, pale neck until her eyes glaze over. I doubt I’d be able to resist a taste at the same time, and my cock twitches at the thought.
I need to be closer to her.
She did listen when I told her about Huntske. She listened when I offered my help, didn’t ignore it. It was a gamble to do so, but at the same time, I couldn’t have him running off to HSS either.
The bitch is open to help. She has to be.
I consider how much she knows of me and how badly she wants to. If she knew my true story….
I don’t hide my grin as I realize I know exactly how I can gain her trust. Shifting my shoulders, I do what I can to relax my body and settle in to wait.
Once she comes back, and I know she will, I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.
Chapter 16
Ginger
I’ve become quite usedto insanely long days, lack of sleep, and being harassed day and night. It’s part of the job.
And Murphy's law dictates that, of course, the moment I step into my steaming bath, my phone rings. Closing my eyes, I exhale slowly before reaching over to grab the offensive device.
“What?” I snap at Kris.
“We’ve got another problem.”
“What the fuck now?”