Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Corbin

T ossing the black mask onto the desk at Ronin, I grinned. “It’s your turn, asshole. My nuts still aren’t okay from the last time I checked in on your girlfriend.”

“Fuck off.” Ronin spat back and returned to staring at the cameras in the room. “There’s no point. They are out and moving fast down the hall.”

“What?” I shoved him out of the way and frantically took in the monitors, clicking through each one. Ronin was right. Shit.

Click. Click. Click.

“There they are,” I said, watching them inch closer to our office door with Tru in the lead.

Ronin leaned around me and grunted. “Well, you ready to face the music because she will not be happy with us.”

“No, she will not.” I sighed, sitting down in the chair next to Ronin. There was nothing to do but wait.

Ronin knocked on my shin as soon as the doorknob began to turn. “I see it.”

The door creaked as it slowly opened. I sat back in the chair with my head resting in my hands behind my head.

Tru’s face came into view, and her mouth dropped open.

“Hey, there, partner,” Ronin said, with a giant smart-ass grin on his face.

Tru’s eyes went back and forth between us.

“Corbin, I expected, but Ronin…you?” Tru looked almost defeated.

I had to fight not to laugh.

She looked too adorable, all pissed off, standing there in nothing but one of my ratty old white T-shirts and some of her white panties. God, I made such a good choice when I packed a bag of shit to bring from her bedroom.

“Yep…I’m done placating the system when all it does is fuck me up the ass.” Ronin sounded like he had his nuts back. Fucking finally. “It’s time I took something for myself…as in a nice hefty payday.”

“Fine. I get that—I do. But Ronin, him?” Tru pointed at me.

“Hey! I take offense to that,” I said, but then laughter bubbled out of him.

“He’s selling girls, Ro! Young teen girls and some not even older than ten. How can you be a part of that?”

Ronin’s laughter had become so loud now that even I glanced over at him. But before I could say another word, Tru had launched herself over the desk right at Ronin. Grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her toward me.

She was kicking and screaming and had reared back, arm in the air about to claw Ronin’s face, when I got her pinned to the ground.

“Calm the fuck down, Tru.”

She spat in my face, and I closed my eyes at the gross gesture. “Fuck you, Corbin, if that’s even your real name. You disgust me.”

“Aww, the pretty princess doesn’t like me. Boo-fucking-hoo.”

I stood, letting her scramble up from the ground, and she maneuvered her body between us and the door. The crazed look in her eyes made her appear feral, and it was hot as fuck.

“Tru, can I say that you look absolutely fuckable, right now? I mean, it was hot before in the room when Ronin watched while I had the chance to taste you and torture you with my tongue and my mouth, but to go at you in this raw state—right now…mmmm.”

Tru opened her mouth and screamed. The sound that escaped and the tears that began to fall down her face made every emotion other than pure rage disappear.

How I wanted to taste that…

As soon as she was silent, I adjusted myself and stood. “Those beautiful tears slipping down your cheeks are mine. I get to lick every salty treasure you are leaving on your radiant skin.”

“The fuck you will.” Words had never sounded more delectable to me, but then I began to smile because the boss was behind her.

A soft click echoed throughout the suddenly quiet space as Tru froze mid-turn.

“Ah, ah, ah…Tru, don’t make me shoot you by turning around. You need to move over to Ronin’s chair.” Ari’s command of the situation was sexy as fuck.

“Ari?” Tru tried to turn her head, but Ari pushed the gun harder into her skull, forcing her head forward. “Move.”

Tru held still, but Ari used her foot and pushed on her back until Tru stumbled forward just a bit.

“There you go…move over to sit in Ronin’s chair.” Slowly, Tru sat, gaping at Ari, confusion all over her face. “Now, stay right there, Tru, or should I say, Skydancer?”

Ari winked at her, slowly approached me, and grinned.

“Do me a favor, handsome, and move for a girl. I want to sit down. Ronin’s little pressure point routine to knock me out gave me a bit of a headache. Speaking of Ronin, please get me some water. A girl could die of thirst in this hot ass basement.” Ronin left to do as he was told.

Tru began to vibrate with fury. I could see it move from the top of her head all the way down to the tips of her toes.

“Tru, darling, you must be parched from all of the…fun.” She let out a fake as fuck chuckle, but that was my girl.

My Beauty stared up at me, and I was ready to serve. “Yes, my love?”

“Clothes? Would you please get me my business outfit? I’m tired of these slutty things.”

I almost reached the door when Ari said, “Oh, Corbin?”

“Yeah?”

The gun she held was pointed right at me when a pop, pop, pop bounced around the room. Confused, I glanced at Ari, who was smiling, and then at Tru, who was also smiling.

“Bye, baby. It’s been fun. But I’m done playing the role of your little slut. Besides, it was just role-play, right?”

Pain began to ricochet outward from my chest just as it became hard to breathe, and I fell to the ground.

“Let’s go, Tru. Come on. Ronin should be in the car.” Tru stood and helped Ari over my body. God, it was getting more difficult to breathe. I reached up, grasping Tru’s ankle. She stumbled and turned to glare at me. She needed to know.

“Don’t trust her, Tru. She really is the one in char—charge.” I was wheezing now. Dammit…but Tru frowned at me and gave me a slight nod of the head. All I heard after that was feet running down the hallway before everything went black.