“As a matter of fact, it is,” she says too brightly. “But I’m afraid you’ll try to ruin it, so maybe it’s best I just send a photo. That’s your thing, right?”
“Right,” I mutter, feeling the hairs on my skin stand on end in warning. Cairo wouldn’t let her use his phone unless she forced herself into it.
Unless she had him.
But how?
She’s a buck ten in weight, and Vivian isn’t the brightest crayon in the box.
“Was that it?” I press when Cairo’s ex doesn’t say anything else. “I have shit to do.”
“I guess so,” she replies evenly. “I can’t wait for us to meet, and I can finally plan the demise of your entire life—” I hang up on her because her threats aren’t shit for me to be worrying about.
However, Cairo’s lack of phone is.
BAY: Track down Cairo’s phone. I need a location ASAP.
Moving toward the direction Levi just strode off to, I know Travis is going to get me what I need after I shoot him his number to hunt down.
Vivian finally snapped.
I can’t go alone.
I promised the man who holds my entire soul that I wouldn’t.
FIFTY-ONE
cairo
I’m goingto fuck this bitch up so hard; she’s going tofeelme for a month.
I knew Vivian was stupid and desperate as hell, but what I didn’t account for was her suddenly growing some balls. If I would’ve known sooner, I would’ve found a loophole to finally kill her ass.
However, at the present, I don’t remember much or how I got here.
I was at Torin’s brewery, settling into a game of poker and about to head out to swing over to South Shore for Bay’s race. The last thing I recall was heading out to my car, driving down the road, and jumping out to find Bay before waking up in this chair in handcuffs and a really hard dick.
She drugged me.
I could still feel some of the powdery substance on the surface of my tongue. Then, when asked what the hell she did, I was told she gave me Molly.
Molly.
When normal me would’ve lashed out and chided her fuck-up, all I could do was sit there like a jackass and rub my hands together for some relief.
No matter how much shit I’ve taken, I still recognize the relationship between Vivian and me. I might not have been lashing out at her like I would if I were sober, but I can’t help but feel a small twinge of empathy.
She loves me.
Or I should say, my power.
Is all this highly unnecessary and a bit aggressive? Abso-fuckin-lutely.
Would I want her to have just texted me like she normally does and begged me to come back? Yes.
But Bay’s sudden power shift has sent Vivian spiraling, apparently. I’ve listened to nothing but how times used to be—howweused to be—and the promises of how everything can get better.
Not entirely sure how, when I’m currently bound by metal bracelets looped in my chair. My arms are twisted uncomfortably, and Vivian has already sucked my cock, followed up by me coming deep in her mouth.
