Page 72 of Deadly Sweet

“So she’s still alive?”

“Who? Ashley? Yes.” I frown.

Daphne laughs. “Well, I guess miracles do happen. How did you convince Savvy not to slit her throat?”

“Caleb asked her nicely?”

“You got that girl dick drunk already?” she laughs. “Good, maybe it will mellow her out, make her a little less stabby.”

“You think so?”

“Fuck no.” She bursts into laughter. “Sorry, but you’ve got not only a blood thirsty girl on your hand but a sex crazed one too.”

“Lovely,” I sigh.

“Walker, you better not make her feel bad about her sexual appetite. After the things I’ve seen, I’m surprised she even has one.”

My body stiffens. “Seen? What do you mean, seen?”

“Nothing. Forget I’ve said anything.”

“Daphne,” I growl. She knows something about my Omega and I wanna know what that is.

“Look, you don’t wanna know. Trust me, you don’t. All I can say is I have the best hackers in the world working for me. They uncovered so many things on Savannah while she was down there. It’s not good. It’s fucking disgusting and horrifying and is the biggest reason I’ve trained her to do what she does. When and if Savvy feels like telling you about her past, she can. Don’t ask to see the videos, you will never be the same again.”

My stomach rolls, my mind racing with all the possibilities of what she could be talking about. Are they videos of her being tortured? Raped?Fuck, I’m going to be sick.

“You're right. I don’t wanna see them,” I growl, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight, I feel like it’s about to snap.

“If everything is okay, is there a particular reason why you're calling me?” Daphne asks.

There actually was. “Savannah asked for a few things while I’m out. She said she didn’t know the name of the restaurants, but they were a few blocks from your place. Only thing is, when I try to search it up, there’s a ton of places nearby selling the same things she’s asking for.”

“For the coffee, go to The Bean Pot. For the pot stickers, go to LA NightLife.”

“How did you know what she wanted?”

“I know everything,” she laughs. “Tell Savvy to call me later. And let her know Thor misses her. Also, good luck.”

With that, she hangs up on me.

“Who the fuck is Thor?” I snarl, glaring at the phone.

I’m about to call her back and demand answers when I realize I’m at the center.

Pulling into the parking lot, I find Ashley sitting on the bench outside. She looks upset, and I feel bad.

Parking the truck next to the building, I get out. A few men from the agency come around to the back of the truck and start unloading her boxes.

“Why?” Ashley asks, sniffing as she gets off the bench and walks over to me. “After everything I’ve done for you, you're just going to toss me to the side like I’m nothing?”

“It’s not like that, Ashley. You're a really sweet girl. And we truly appreciate everything you’ve done for us. You gave us the greatest gift of our lives. But this was only ever a job to us.”

“How could you say that?!” she cries out. “I spent months living with you. Getting to know you all. We hung out. We spent time together. I thought... I thought I meant more to you.”

I don’t see it the way she does. Sometimes she would sit at the table and eat with us after she was done cooking. We were friendly enough, but nothing too engaging. If anything, she was the one prying into our lives, asking us questions we didn’t want to answer. It was all too personal for our liking, but we thought she was just being friendly.

I’m not sure what she means about hanging out, other than the times she insisted on helping when Athena wouldn’t stop crying. But we’ve never gone out, never sat down and watched a movie together.

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