“You ever play the game Russian roulette, Blair?” I asked, inserting the bullet into the revolver before spinning the cylinder. “This ismyversion. Each time I ask you a question, and you don’t answer, I hold this gun to your head and pull the trigger. You have a one in six chance of that bullet being the one that tears into your temple, shattering your skull and splattering your brain matter around this room.” I lifted the gun and ran the muzzle along her cheek.
She shuddered, her eyes darkening, and she flinched as the cold metal grazed her skin.
“Are your secrets worth your life, Blair?”
Her chin trembled as she whimpered out a word I didn’t understand.
She gulped slowly. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
I shook my head, and her body relaxed an inch when I pulled the gun away from her face.
“Daphne … your sister … they’ll hear the bullet,” she said in urgency.
I motioned toward the room with the revolver. “Soundproof room.”
“You can’t kill me …” she sputtered out. “Not without the other Sons’ permission.”
“There’s no rule about playing deadly games with you. It was …” I scratched my cheek with the revolver muzzle. “Simply an accident. I don’t get in trouble for accidents, Blair.” I cocked my head to the side, tapping the muzzle against my cheek now. “Come to think of it, I don’t get in trouble foranything. Even when I don’t follow rules.”
I leaned in closer, lowering the gun, and she tried to push me away when I ran it along her thigh.
“As you learned with Jett, I have no consequences for the crimes that I commit.” I rested my forehead against hers as the gun stayed in her lap. “I do whatever I want. I kill who I want. Fuck who I want.” My lips met hers, and I bit down on her bottom lip. “Men like me don’t suffer consequences for our sins. But Fawns like you, you not only suffer for your own, but for ours as well.”
I lied to her.
I could absolutely get in trouble if I killed her. But it wasn’t against our rules not to lie.
The Fawns really needed a handbook that explained their rights, but where was the fun in that?
She cleared her throat. “Move the gun from my lap, and I’ll answer your questions.”
I reared back a few inches. “Aw, you don’t want to play my game with me?”
She shook her head, a single tear falling down her cheek, and I captured it with the revolver’s muzzle.
See how kind I am?
Removing it from her lap.
This curiosity I had with Blair was something I’d never experienced before. Not only because I wanted the answers so damn desperately, but because she didn’t open up.
My other Fawns would never shut the fuck up. I’d learned to tune them out, but it was still annoying. Blair knew how to keep secrets well, which was something I admired.
“Tell me everything I need to know, Blair,” I said.
“Fine,” she said shakily. “But I want the same from you.”
I couldn’t hold back my scoff. It was another first for me with a Fawn.
My first Fawn had just wanted to fuck, which was fine with me, and she liked it when I bought her designer bags. Well,stoleher designer bags because I’d just go to the mansion and steal them from Seraphina’s closet.
Seraphina had pissed me off that month, and the way to get my sister back for anything was to fuck with her bags and shoes. It used to be her Barbies, which I’d behead, but she’d grown out of that.
My parents had made me pay her back for that stunt.
For each handbag I gave that Fawn, she sucked my cock and told me her father’s secrets. You see, my Fawn Selection wasn’t always just purely about my cock or money.
My first Fawn, Ashley, had a father who owned a casino that rivaled my brother-in-law’s. My family wanted information about him, so I got it while I was balls deep in pussy and giving her brand-name shit she could’ve easily bought herself.
