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“Spread your legs, baby. I need to get a good look up in your cunt to make sure you’re tight enough for me. If not, I’ll add some stitches,”Conan mimics our brother’s deep, yet well-spoken voice.

“Fucking hell, Conan.” I toss my pen at his head. Now I have visions I don’t want playing out in my brain.

“Never bother trying doctor role play.”

He frowns, as if he’s deep in thought.

“I do enjoy a bit of blood and knife play. I might have to give it a go. I’m sure Finn won’t mind me using his kinky medical room.”

“Good luck getting the keys from him,” I tell him.

Finn is the most secretive out of the three of us. Neither of us have seen inside there, not sure I even want to.

He has an important role in our games. Whatever keeps him satisfied is no concern to us.

I glance back down at Ebony’s file. Something about her is making my chest ache. I’m excited to watch her arrive. Contestant number three will be high up on my watch list.

Chapter 29

CHARLOTTE

Ilean on the counter, breathing in the rich, dark aroma of the freshly brewed coffee, the warmth of the mug a soothing contrast to my fingertips.

With a loud bang the kitchen door swings open, and the sound of Vlad’s boots echoes across the wooden floor.

“Sign the contract. Today,” he commands, tossing the paper down on the dining table.

I nod, my gaze drifting away from his intense stare.

I already sent in the application after some thorough research. It was eye-opening, to say the least. We must have had confirmation I’ve been accepted, guessing by his abrupt tone.

A sense of unease washes over me, making me instinctively walk next to Isabella and place a protective arm around her.

She’s terrified of him.

Mostly, he ignores her. She disgusts him.

“Get the brat out of here, or I’ll send her to the pig farm.” He wiggles his finger at her.

She shivers against me, almost plastering herself to my leg.

As long as I behave, she stays alive and unharmed.

Ultimately, I couldn’t save my father. Vlad took my mother from me, too. He isn’t taking my baby.

I will never let this man touch my daughter.

Speaking of, I look up at the clock, and it’s two minutes past eight. Drago is late.

Unusual.

Crouching down to Isabella, I brush her dark curls away from her shoulder.

“Why don’t you go wait in the living room and pick out a book. I’ll read it while we wait for Uncle Drago. Okay?”

She nods, and I give her a kiss on the forehead.

“Good girl,” I whisper.

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