"Sorry to… um…interrupt," he says carefully, though his eyes linger on Ellie's swollen lips with clear interest. "But there's a situation downtown. Requires your attention."
"Of course there fucking is." I run a hand through my hair, frustration spiking. "What kind of situation? This had better be onehellof a fucking situation."
"The kind that involves money going into the wrong pockets. Crew from the Southside, looks like. Marco's ready to give us the details."
I curse under my breath. The Southside's been pushing into our territory for weeks, testing boundaries, seeing how far they can go before we push back.
Guess they're at the "find out" part of FAFO.
"Give me five minutes."
Jinx nods and vanishes, leaving Ellie and me alone again. She's watching me with those green eyes, and I can see the question forming even though she's not allowed to ask it.
"Looks like you're coming with me," I say, tugging the leash slightly. "Hope you don't mind a little field trip."
Her eyes widen in surprise, but no words come out. Good. She's learningsomething,at least.
I open the door and wait for her to follow. The chain stays attached to my belt loop, keeping her tethered at that perfect distance. Close enough to control, far enough to see her entire body.
"Come on, pet. Let's go to work."
She follows because she has no choice, the leash keeping her exactly where I want her. This is going to be the longest weekend of her life.
And I'm going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
Chapter 23
ELLIE
The concrete flooris cold against my knees through my sweatpants. I shift slightly, trying to find a position that doesn't make my ass go completely numb, but the chain attached to my collar limits my options.
Five feet of freedom.
Enough to sit at Kade's feet like a good little pet, not enough to do anything remotely resembling escape.
Jinx lounges on the throne next to Kade's, pretending to scroll through his phone, but I can feel his eyes tracking my every movement.
Kade is reclined like an underworld god in repose, one hand resting on the armrest, the other occasionally tugging the leash attached to my throat when I shift too far from his immediate vicinity.
Like I'm a dog that might get up and wander off.
The humiliation should be eating me alive. But honestly? After sucking Kade off while he white-knuckled the leash like he was the one losing control, kneeling on concrete feels almost boring.
It feels like we've been waiting over an hour for this supposedly urgent business, but the guy still hasn't showed up yet and I can feel Kade getting increasingly agitated with each passing minute. Tank and Cyrus aren't here, but I have no idea what they're doing since no one fucking tells me anything.
One, two, three, four, five.
My fingers tap against my thigh, the only movement Kade allows without tugging the chain. He notices—of course he does—but doesn't comment. Just watches me with those gray eyes that used to look at me with worship instead of… whatever this is.
He'd better not be getting fuckingbored.
I'll chomp on his dick next time.
"Bored, Princess?" Kade's voice makes me jolt.
I don't answer. Can't. He made it clear I'm not allowed to speak this weekend unless given explicit permission and I'm not sureif answering rhetorical questions counts. The rule feels arbitrary and cruel, which is probably the point.
Iambored.
