“I don’t need you,” I say, frowning back at him.
“If you say so,” he smirks, and it pisses me off. I shove him back and stand.
“Do I have to stay naked, or do I get clothes or something?” I snap at him.
“I can take you to get some clothes,” he says. “I need to go to the office, so you’ll come with me.”
“Office?” I ask.
“Yes. Surprised I have a business, Bunny?”
“But you killed Ben and… Why did you kill him?”
“Because I was paid to kill him. He wasn’t supposed to have you with him, so that’s why we showed up when we did. Looks like Henry wanted him dead, too, because he was on his way up there.”
“He bought me for six million dollars,” I say. “Henry wouldn’t be back up there unless Ben wasn’t keeping me.”
“Henry does all of his sales, but he didn’t go to that one,” Soren says. “Why the fuck am I explaining this to you? Henry was double-crossing Ben, but found him dead last night. It’s all over the news and was reported as a suicide.”
“Henry is going to want me back,” I say.
“Why? You are disposable?”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I mutter. “What am I wearing? Want me to just walk around naked with your other… Whoever they are. Friends?”
“Fuck no,” he snaps and points to the chair by the closet. “Micah found some shit for you last night. Wear that; we can get you more shit later.”
“Fine,” I huff. I grab up the clothes and pull them on. It’s just a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and a blue T-shirt. It’s so nice to wear something casual for a change. I step into the plain black flats and turn to Soren. He has a pair of jeans that hang on his hips and make his ass look great. His body is just fuckingincredible. When my eyes meet his, he smirks. “Fuck you.” I lash out when I get caught ogling him.
“You are going to be a handful, aren’t you?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. He growls and steps closer to grab my chin. “Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll fucking remove them from your goddamn head. You don’t need to see for me to use your cunt.”
I roll my eyes again, and he shoves me toward the door, making me laugh to myself. Maybe I’m pressing my luck here, but I am getting the feeling he won’t actually hurt me.
When we get downstairs, all the same men from last night are sitting on the couches, plus one who wasn’t at the hotel. “About time, love birds,” the man who got shot last night says. I must look shocked, because he chuckles when he looks at me. “I’m Vaughn. Talia, yes?”
“Yeah,” I say. “You… he…”
“The little fucker can’t die,” Soren says. “None of us can.”
“His head was gone,” I deadpan, turning to look at Soren.
“Yeah, watch,” Vaughn says. He pulls a pistol from his hip and fires off a round at a man on the couch, and I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.
“Ow! You fucking dickhead!” he complains.
“That’s Laurent.” Vaughn laughs. “That’s Micah, Diego, and Caine.”
“What happens if you… I don’t know… Explode?” I ask.
“Why, you gonna blow me up?” Vaughn asks with a grin.
“Vaughn,” Soren growls.
“N-No,” I stammer. “Just… curious.”
“We will just regenerate,” Micah says. “Has he explained anything?”
“Ah… Just that he is supposed to be addictive or something,” I say, my face burning with embarrassment when my pussy aches again at the memory of sucking Soren earlier. I yelp when Soren grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back.
