I turned my back to her. “And trust me, they don’t like women as much as we do.”
She snickered. “Could’ve fooled me.”
I closed the gap between me and the basement stairs. “Clean up the mess you made, and if you do a good job, I’ll bring you some more.”
“And if I don’t want to be your personal slave?”
I peered over my shoulder. “You don’t play nice, you don’t eat.”
She sprang to her feet. “Now, wait a second. I thought you just said--.”
I turned my entire body toward her, my fists clenched at my sides. Every single muscle in my body pulled taut as frustration overwhelmed my sense of realism. I had always prided myself on keeping a cool head. On being the voice of reason whenever we had a victim at our disposal. But, somehow, this girl had crept beneath my skin and pissed me the fuck off.
Causing my voice to bellow across the entirety of the basement.
“Shape up, or STARVE!!”
And as she crashed back down to the mattress, her curves dancing for my eyes to behold, I turned around and made my way back up the steps with the sound of her soft crying following me around. I didn’t care, though. I couldn’t. I had more important things to take care of than to babysit some self-entitled, spoiled little brat.
Things like getting my men paid.
10
TROOPER
“Morning,” I said as I traipsed into the kitchen.
Dutch simply waved his hand from behind the newspaper while Ranger stood gazing out the kitchen window.
“You fed the girl yet?” I asked.
Ranger simply shrugged, though. “Does it matter?”
My eyebrows rose as I looked over at Dutch, and even he had come out from behind his morning reading.
“You, uh,” I said with a grin, “you done with her or something?”
He sipped his coffee. “Or something.”
I stole another glance at Dutch and practically saw light volleying around in his eyes. We knew what that meant for us, and we were ready for it.
It had been a long time since we’d had any kind of fun in our clubhouse.
“Well,” I said as I walked over to the kitchen cabinets, “guess I’ll take her breakfast, then.”
“I’m sure you will,” Dutch said with a chuckle.
And when Ranger didn’t interject, I knew she had done a number on him.
“How’s your dick?” I asked as I started stacking the plate with breakfast.
Ranger shot me a look. “You’ll find out in a few seconds if you don’t shut up.”
I patted his shoulder as I made my way to the refrigerator. “Just drink your coffee, Big Man. We know you need at least three before you can talk.”
He grumbled beneath his breath, but I didn’t bother catching what he had said. After all, I had an impromptu breakfast date to keep. So, with a plate of food and a cold glass of apple juice, I made my way into the basement to greet the woman of the hour.
Only to find her bed completely empty.
