“Thanks for that life changing advice you just shared with me; I’m fucking touched.”
He chuckles, “Just trying to give you a one up on keeping her locked down and all.”
“Cinderella knows better than to pull any drama bullshit with me, making demands and what the fuck ever else chicks try to do. She’s not going anywhere.”
He shakes his head. “You think she’s submissive and always gonna do what you want, but you’re wrong. She’s fucking smart, bro; she’s an observer, like Sinner. He met her at the door the other night when she came to the bar. Didn’t say two words to a soul all night; anyone else would’ve thought she wasn’t paying attention, but I watched her the entire time. She has that same mask her father does; you can’t read her. She only lets you see what she wants you to. At the very end of the night, she mutters out a few words about you, brutally fucking honest. I think a few brothers damn near choked when they heard her speak and not to give a fuck whether we agreed or not. She’s got strength. She might let you think she’s pliable, but I’m warnin’ you, stay on your fuckin’ toes, ‘cause better believe she’s gonna keep you on them.”
After his big spiel, I’m stunned. How the hell did he get all that about her, but I haven’t and I’ve spent the most time with her over anyone else? I know Cinderella’s smart; it’s one of the many things I find hot as fuck about her.ButI also thought she was just naturally more of a quiet person like me.
I can see her being observant. He’s also right that I do believe she’s submissive. She could be a natural sexual submissive but not in another part of life. It would explain a lot. Not that I give her much of a choice, anyhow; I’m dominant. I’ve known it since the first female I fucked. Hell, even the first one I kissed, ended with me controlling it.
“I’ll give it some thought. I’m fucking surprised you got all that.”
He shrugs. “I have a lot of experience with chicks.”
Pulling my phone out, I check to see if there’s anything from her, but my screen’s blank. I start to put it away but think of his advice.
Me: I may make it back by dinner. Fingers crossed. Be ready.
That sounds good and to the point, so I hit send and start to stuff it in my pocket when it vibrates. Immediately I draw in a breath, excited she replied so fast. Clicking the message icon, it’s some shit telling me that the message wasn’t sent.
I start to retype it when Sinner rounds the corner. Saint and I jump from leaning against the building, having relaxed our backs against the cool blocks in the shade. Holding the power button, the cell turns back off, and I stuff it in my pocket.
Sinner rests his hand on the shoulder of a dark haired woman, walking her forward.
“Who the fuck’s this?” I mumble, scanning her over.
“She was one of them cleaning. Ex said if we found any of the maids that they may be able to give us intel.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“They’re still in the main house searching.”
Saint gapes. “We were supposed to check the small buildings, not the main house. You should’ve waited for me.”
“I’m straight; they had my six,” Sinner replies, pushing the lady’s back against the wall, so she’s facing us all. “Should we question her now, or wait for the brothers to get done?”
“Ex has the most info, so let’s just wait for him.”
They both agree, and we grow silent, all staring at the maid, curiously. She must be used to strange men watching her because she stands still, not cowering into herself. Most women put on display to three huge guys would be scared out of their minds. This one’s calm, like it’s a normal occurrence.
Male shouts followed by multiple guns firing ring out, putting us on alarm. Saint peeks around the corner to see what’s happening.
“Shit,” he mutters, glancing back at us. “The brothers are running toward us.”
Suddenly they go flying by, Nightmare shouting, “Get the fuck outta here! Come on!”
“You want her?” I ask Sinner.
“Hell yes, she could be our only hope.”
Snatching her away from the wall, I toss her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and take off after the guys. Saint and Sinner flank me on each side, shooting while I concentrate on not losing the maid as she bounces along.
Arriving at the outer property wall, we’re trapped inside if we don’t go over the fence and into the lion’s den again.
“The fuck we gonna do now?” Ruger huffs, staring down the solid barrier that’s keeping us from our freedom.
“Follow my lead, keep your gun on you and shoot anything that moves too close.”