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And it’s exactly that, one big sick game.

One I fully intend to win.

With an indignant huff, he slams the door shut, the sound echoing through the room, and the heavy lock clicks into place. Once his heavy footsteps disappear, I sit on the edge of the bed.

I just want my little girl back.

Letting out a shaky breath, I grab the bag and tip it upside down.

“Outfit?” I mutter to myself.

All I see is an array of black and purple leather straps.

I pick up one section and hold it up, tilting my head.

I’m going to be barely covered.

There are lots of gold hoops.

I rummage through the rest, picking out two purple leather cuffs with hooks.

“How the hell do I get into all this? Are there instructions?” I mutter, shaking the bag again.

Great. A puzzle of lingerie.

My first test.

I best wake up two hours before so I can work this out. Right now, I need a hot shower and some rest.

Rule one of battle: be physically ready.

Chapter 36

DECLAN

“They’re all in,” Reggie tells me as he takes a seat opposite me.

“Good job. First impressions?”

He tugs at his collar. Someone has riled him. I can see it in his wild eyes.

I’ve been on calls with Enzo about our mystery Russian intruder that I missed the last two entering.

“One is a complete brat. Contestant two.”

I roll my eyes and pick up the decanter of whiskey. If I remember correctly, contestant two is Tara. Comes from a very wealthy family of arms dealers and human traffickers.

The absolute scum of the earth.

“Taming can be fun.” I shrug, pouring the first glass.

“No, boss. She’s irritating. Daddy’s money. She wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Daddy this, Daddy that. And not in the sexy way, in the ‘needs psychological testing’ way.”

His Boston accent really adds a flair to that statement.

“You can drop the accent, Reg,” I chuckle.

“I’m keeping in character. Do you know how long it took me to perfect this?”

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