Selene
“Will you help us?” Zander asks.
Will I? This has been my solo mission for so long and I’m having a hard time wanting to give it over to anyone else. Especially to the son of the man I plan on torturing for a while.
"I can see you fucking struggling to decide." He grabs my wrist that's holding the knife. "I don't expect you to trust me and I sure as fuck don't expect you to tell us the whole plan. But let us prove ourselves."
He needs an insider and I need information that he could provide. I drop the knife back to my side with a sigh.
"I need to know the shipments in advance and I need to know the process after the exchange." I tell him.
"I need you to worm your way into my father's bed and keep his attention. I want to know who calls him all hours of the night and where he goes at two or three in the morning." He counters.
"Probably prostitutes." I hold out my arms and gesture to myself.
"No," he shakes his head. "My father has his own whores. Which brings me back to how you got involved with him."
"Let's get out of here," I tell him and stride ahead of him out of the apartment that smells of piss and rot. "And you will never step foot where I live."
I turn on him, causing him to stop short and curse.
"If you try to track me again," I stand toe to toe with him. "I will cut your dick off and fuck you with it."
"I don't think that's physically possible..." He begins but I raise my brow at his protest. "Alright, no more trackers."
I exit the building as rats scurry down the steps, and see Blaze sitting in the vehicle. It's a fucking two-seater and I stop, looking back at Zander.
"Are you walking?" I smirk. "This neighborhood is a bit rough."
"Shut the fuck up," he grins back and steps around me.
He opens the door and sits in the seat, patting his lap. "Come sit on Daddy."
"I already sat on your daddy's face a few nights ago." I cross my arms.
Blaze barks out a deep thunderous laugh that shocks both me and Zander.
"Fuck, she's good," he continues to grin.
"Will you just get in here?" Zander growls.
I roll my eyes and sit on his lap. "Where are we going?"
"Back to the house, we have some questions for you." Blaze says as he pulls out onto the street.
Yeah, I got questions too, fuckers.
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"Fuck yes!" Santos yells as we come in the door. "You got her!"
"You got me, fuckers." I turn and face Zander and Blaze, taking my knife out of my pocket and flipping it in my hand.
"Do we tie her down?" Darius asks, and I raise both eyebrows at Zander.
I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails towards Darius' head. It nicks his cheek before continuing past and slamming into the plastered wall.
"I fucking dare you to try, bitch," I snarl.