Page 38 of Becoming His Pet

“Yes. Why? What do you know or have that they want?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. He observed her expression, her breathing pattern, her muscle reactions. She was telling him the truth.

“You didn’t hire them to take out Antonio?”

“No! I’m not a fucking moron.”

He clasped his hand over her mouth and brought his nose to touch hers. “I don’t like the language or the tone.”

She nodded, and he released her.

“No, I wasn’t working with them. Antonio worked for them, he laundered money through the place as best I could tell. Teo and Anthony came in with money or collected money; I never really understood it. But when they came in it was usually a short visit. They’d go in the back, do their business, and leave.”

“So why did they kill Antonio?”

“I don’t know! That’s what I’m telling you. They’d never so much as argued before.”

“They said they had business with you, any idea what that meant?”

Her gaze darted away from him then back. A quick little flutter, but he’d seen it.

“Nora.” She knew something.

“If you would just let me get a hold of Bernie, he can help us. He’ll know what to do.”

Greg drummed his fingers on the table. “Who is he? Why would he know what to do? Tell me that, then I’ll think about it.”

Her eyes darkened. His little pet didn’t like him taking over the decision on this. Well, considering she was still holding back from him, he wasn’t going to waste any energy feeling guilty about it.

“Greg. Just let me get a hold of him.”

“Answer my question,” he demanded with a soft tone. If she knew him better, she’d be less angry and more cautious about pushing his patience, but she hadn’t learned very much yet. He’d have to rectify that now.

“No. You know, I’ve had enough of this.” She pushed herself to her feet and fisted her hands on her hips. He almost laughed at her bravado, finding her fucking adorable. All naked and trembling, but still she showed him fire.

“I’ve had enough of your half-truths.”

“Well, then let me leave!” She bent forward and yelled in his face.

Any levity he held at that moment faded away. He rose to his feet, appreciating that she at least had the smarts to back up a step.

“You want to go?” he asked. “You want to make a run for it?”

“Greg.” She put her hands out to ward him off, but it was too late.

He snagged her hair, completely ignoring the yelp and the cry she gave as he dragged her back to the playroom. She wanted a chance at freedom, fine.

It had been a while since he had a good hunt.

Though the last had been full of giggling and moaning, this one would have more tears and screams.

Even better.

Once in the playroom he dragged her to the cage and pushed her to the floor. She fought him, slapping at his hands and trying to get away, but he remained focused.

“Get in,” he growled when he grew tired of her struggles. After a hard slap to her ass, she scrambled forward on her hands and knees. He locked the door and went about collecting his supplies.

“This will be the last conversation we have about you going at this alone or calling Bernie. If you want to tell me the full truth, I might change my mind.” He opened the cabinet and started to shuffle items around.

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