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Blair fights against me harder. “Don’t you do it!”

“This is for your own good.”

I lean harder against her so that Blair’s upper half folds down onto the table. Then, before she can really start to buck, I bring the gun around and stab the sharp tip of the gun into the side of her right hip.

Judging by the pitch of Blair’s shriek, it hurt more than just a sting. I shush her gently, like I would a wild animal, as I pull the trigger and shoot the small tracker into body. When it’s done its job, I toss the gun onto the table and pull out my phone. Quickly, I pull up the app and wait for the signal to connect. Once the red dot appears on the small map, I know my work here is done.

Soon, her biometrics will begin to roll in.

I’ll know everything from her heart rate to her exact location.

“Good girl, Blair,” I murmur mockingly, unable to help myself knowing that it’ll just piss her off even more.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my master-set of keys and grab the small folded pocket knife attached to the key ring. I open the blade and cut the zip ties from her wrists. With a smug smile, I fold the blade up and shove the keys back into my pocket. Pushing away from her, I start to straighten. Blair whirls around fast, faster than I could’ve predicted, and slams her fist into my jaw.

I see stars as I stumble back.

“Goddamn it, Blair! What the fuck?—”

Her fist slams into my gut and then my balls. The move punches the air from my lungs. I wheeze as I hit the ground with one knee. I look up just in time to see the heel of Blair’s bootflying toward my face. Ducking, I force myself to rise and push her back from me.

“Enough!” I roar.

“It’s notnearlyenough!” she objects in a high pitch screech that makes me cringe. “Get out you fucking asshole!”

I scowl at her. “Don’t be mad, Blair. Now if something ever happens to you?—”

I scurry back out of the way as her fist goes flying again. Stupidly, I allow a soft laugh at her anger slip out. Retaliation is instant. Blair grabs the applicator gun and throws it at me. I duck and it smashes against the wall.

“I’m poisoning your dinner!” she promises darkly. “Now, get out!”

“You’ll see this is for the best,” I tell her before leaving the room.

I don’t put it past her not to putsomethinginto my food. I’ll have to watch out for that. It’s totally worth the suspicion that will come with every bite, now that I have access to Blair whenever I want.

Chapter 32

Wesley

"Ledger, you there?" I call down the stairs.

There's no response.

I hesitate, wondering where the hell he is. After last night, we need to have a discussion about Rhett. If there’s anyone who understands what someone in his state needs, it's me. And right now, Rhett could use some therapy. While he and Santi are out of the house and Blair is off doing her own thing around the property, now is a good time to talk about it.

"Ledger!" I call down again.

He's got to be down here. I checked the camera feeds on my phone and he's not outside, not in any of the other buildings on the property and he's not in the woods. This is the only place on his property thatdoesn'thave cameras. With a sigh, I trudge down the steps. I get to the bottom of the stairs and peer around the room. He's not here. His laptop is gone off his desk but I'm not surprised. Santi probably still has it. I wonder if he's gotten any hits yet.

My eyes travel around the room, purposely not immediately locking onto the slightly ajar secret door in the back. Nothing good ever happens in that room. I really hope he's not back there. But he's not anywhere else. With reluctant steps, I make my way over to the secret door and start to pull it the rest of the way open. I stop when I hear something strange.

Leaning forward, I peer through the open crack to see what's making that noise.

Instantly, I wish I hadn't.

There, in the middle of the room in the metal chair we've used to torture people, sits Ledger. A verynakedLedger. Luckily, I'm graced with just his back as he faces the opposite wall. I definitely don't need to catch sight of his dick out. His body glistens with sweat and his arm is moving rapidly in front of him.

Why the hell is he masturbating in here like this?