Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CASPER
“Why isn’t he awake yet?” Maybe he is and he just doesn’t want you to know it.
“I don’t know.” Come on. Yes, you do.
“You sure you got the dosage right?” Now wouldn’t that be ironic? Trying to knock a guy out and accidentally killin’ him? “Don’t look at me like that. Everyone makes mistakes.” Ouch, probably not the best thing to say, kotyonok.
“Like you, when you fucked your mark instead of killing him?” See? Told ya.
“Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you, Bells.”
“Girls! Enough.” An exaggerated breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth in a hiss. Dommy Mommy was two seconds away from pulling over and turning this car around if my friends here didn’t learn to get along. “He’s faking it,” she sighed.
“What do you mean?” Bellatrix asked at the same time the other girl grunted, “Asshole.”
My lips quirked and I peeked an eye open. “You got me.”
Bellatrix closed the distance, lifting a hand and using the backside to crack me across the jaw. The ring on her middle finger cutting into the side of my nose. “Fucking prick.”
I grinned and licked at the fresh drop of blood trickling down from my nostril to my lips. My mask was gone. Suppose I really didn’t need it now that everyone was getting to know each other.
“Aw, were you worried about me, baby girl?” I asked her.
When she didn’t answer, I lowered my bound feet to the floor, pushing off the carpet and forcing the desk chair to do a few rotations before facing her again.
As soon as I stopped moving and she looked twice as pissed off and three times as hot because of it, I cocked an eyebrow.
“Pretty sure I know a couple of pornos that started out like this.” I spread my thighs as far as they would go with my ankles stuck together with what seemed to be an entire roll of silver duct tape.
Overkill much? “Go on, ladies. Have your way with me. Promise not to fight you too much… unless that’s how you like it? ”
The girl with the long red hair tied up high on her head and a set of lips that seemed permanently set into a scowl rolled her eyes. Her arms clamped down at the elbows and her fancy pantsuit pulled tight against her chest. “Still not sure what you saw in him.” She hiked a thumb in my direction.
“My dick.” I shrugged. “But you did see that, didn’t you? Perv.”
She raised her hand to slap me. Bellatrix caught her wrist midair. “Don’t. He’ll just like it.”
She was right. Funny how that didn’t stop her from hitting me a few moments ago herself. Was my little kitten the jealous type? I think I liked that too.
“Ew,” the girl huffed before folding her arms back over her chest. Her eyes full of judgement and a smidge of curiosity that told me Miss Priss was a secret freak. She glanced over at the woman to her right. “Can’t I knock him out again yet?”
Dommy Mommy flicked her wrist in a “go on” motion, and Princess Repressed stepped forward with a giant needle in her hand.
No thanks. I’m the only one who gets to do the poking here.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I sang out, causing her to pause while I kicked off the floor again. Spinning three times before losing my momentum.
“And why not?” she asked.
I lifted a shoulder, letting it drop when I looked Dommy Mommy square in the face and added, “Because I know your little secret.”
Two sets of eyes turned to me before shooting back to the woman beside them.
Who responded by raising a hand, signaling for the girls to hold their questions for later.
I knew from experience that, that was what she was doing because that was what Bossman did when he wanted me to keep my mouth shut too.
“My guess is you don’t want it getting out.” I met her glare with a stupid grin. “It’s why I’m here, instead of at the bottom of a river somewhere, ain’t it? You wanna know what I know first. And maybe if anyone else knows it…”
She watched my face, refusing to give anything away. It didn’t matter, though. Her dirty little diary told me all about her connection to the Prescotts, and I was certain if I kept digging, it would tell me more than that too.
“Not much for games, huh?” I looked from Dommy Mommy to Bellatrix, who just shook her head. Guess not. “Right, well, straight to the point then. I know everything.”
The girl with the needle kink raised her arm a second time, and I clicked my tongue to stop her a second time.
“Lucky for you, no one else does… yet…” I hummed. “But they will if you don’t let me go.”
“Yeah, and how’s that?” Bellatrix huffed. “You can’t talk to anyone if you can’t talk.”
I ignored her, keeping my attention on the person we all knew was really in charge here. “If you want that little diary of yours back, V…” I smirked, my way of telling her I’d read every last word. “…before someone else gets their hands on it, you’re gonna need me.”
“What do you want?” Dommy Mommy’s mouth pinched together like she was sucking on a lemon, her perfectly plucked eyebrows dipping towards her nose and causing a bunch of stress lines in her forehead. No begging. No fake tears. Full negotiation mode.
My smirk widened. Her lips did the opposite as I jutted my chin out towards one of the many things we had in common. “Her.”
Dommy Mommy glanced from me to Bellatrix, then back to me, shaking her head. “No. Never.”
“Then I guess you’re gonna have to kill me and hope for the best, ain’t ya?”
“There has to be something else.” There was the begging…
“Nope,” I said, trying to hold back my grin while popping my P at the end. “Just her. So what’s it gonna be, Mommy Dearest?”