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“Sorry!” She falls back on her ass and wipes her mouth, her eyes bouncing between us.

I don’t give her the chance to find out who we are.

“Get out.”

She looks at Michael, questioning, but ultimately makes the right choice. Zaiya retrieves the dress from the floor and hands it to her. After grabbing the cash on the dresser, she bolts past us. Zaiya’s gaze follows her with concern.

Then her focus returns to Michael, and the softness drains.

He covers his shriveled dick with his hands as I loom over him, pushing him to sit when he tries to stand up.

“This behavior won’t go over well with the Order,” he says, trying to sound authoritative.

I step in close enough that he has to tilt his head to look at me.

“What’s your buddy Patrick up to tonight?”

His lip curls. “How the hell should I know?”

Zaiya’s voice cuts in. “He was at the church. Why? What’s going on there?”

Michael’s eyes flick to her, then away, like she doesn’t deserve his response.

I grab his shoulder and dig my fingers in until he cries out.

“I don’t know,” he snaps. “That’s Frank Bolton’s thing. I wasn’t invited.”

“He and Patrick are working together,” I say, watching his face. “On what?”

Michael’s jaw stiffens. “I’m not telling you shit.”

The room goes still. Then I thrust my open palm against the side of his head. He jolts sideways. Rage and fear wrestle across his face. When I draw my arm back again, his hands come up in surrender.

“Alright!” He glares up at Zaiya as if she’s the cause of his suffering.

She stands tall before him, radiating power. Looking down her nose at him, her jaw is set, eyes bright with fury.

It’s making my cock hard watching her like this.

“Talk,” she commands.

Michael’s throat bobs. “Patrick thought you were a threat to him winning Sovereign because…”

He hesitates, scrambling for an escape route. A lie that’ll satisfy us.

I get behind him and wrap an arm around his neck, putting pressure on his windpipe.

“I’m running out of patience.”

He claws at my arm with pathetic weakness as his breathing turns frantic.

“Okay,” he chokes out.

I ease up enough for him to speak, but I keep my hold as a warning. “Go on.”

He sucks in deep breaths with his hands still on my arm, as if that’ll protect him.

Zaiya is fed up. She shifts her stance, lifting her leg to press her shoe down on Michael’s dick and balls, pinning him in a way that makes him scream.