Page 96 of Feed Your Fiends

She freezes. “You’re joking.”

I shake my head.

“And you just let him?”

After the bloody performance, I had nightmares. I couldn’t sleep without my meds, and how could I heal if I couldn’t sleep?

How could I tell him that I liked the fucked up way he looked at me when he thought I was out cold? How could I say with one breath that I hated him and with the other tell him that I craved his attention? That I loved being his little doll he touched as he pleased? That I needed his lips on my tits and his cock smearing my slit when I was supposed to be on that fucking high horse twenty-four-seven?

I couldn’t. So I didn’t.

“You think it’s fucked up that I knew? Apparently, you knew too, because you’ve been here this whole time and you didn’t say shit. Just like you didn’t tell me in the hospital until after the fact.”

“It was none of my business.”

“None of your business? You’re all up in my business! You’re using my shit, eating my shit and living in my boyfriend’s penthouse!”

Rin’s wide eyes narrow to slits. “You’reboyfriend?I was just using Gant andhisshit the same way you were just using him to get the proof we needed.” She taps on the folder. “You’re welcome.”

“Why are you here?” I glare at her.

“Why are we both still here?” she asks flippantly. “Now that we have the information, we can go cash out.”

“You creeping around here wasn’t necessary for us to find out any information. You’re here because you’re homeless and mooching. The strawberry lemonade bottles were you!” I say, remembering the pink film in the glass. “You humiliated me in front of Heldina with your fucking filthy thong by the way. It’s bad enough that you’re trespassing, but you couldn’t even pick up after yourself?”

“She ambushed me!” she says, throwing up her hands. “When Gant leaves, I always clean up after myself. Why do you think I use your dirty bathroom instead of this one when she comes? She knows Bart isn’t here. And anyway, I only left that stuff out because she nearly caught metwice. Besides, she’s a right cunt bossing you around like that. You’re Gant’s guest, and he pays her.”

“It doesn’t mean you should make her job harder. It’s like you were raised by wolves.”

“I was raised to be a spoiled brat, and now I’m not. Okay?” She crosses her arms, but her eyes fall to the floor. “I’m trying to adjust. I’ll pick my shit up.”

“Yes, and then you’ll get the hell out because you’re not staying here to blow my cover if you haven’t already. I’m sure this place has cameras somewhere.”

“Beaulieu doesn’t open for three days, and even if you got that transfer from Bart tomorrow, it’s too big. It won’t be clear for a few days, which means I can’t get my cut for a few days. I don’t have access to my bank account right now, and I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

I almost give a fuck.

Then I remember her pouring that hot drink on me. The burn’s faded, but it’s still visible over my heart.

I remember the computer she fried, and I had to push aside my pride to ask Gant to pay for it, even though it was technically his fault for instructing the girls to bully me.

I remember how she’d taken the vulnerable video of Gant’s mental breakdown and how she still keeps it for leverage.

I remember how Beaussip is her only friend.

I peer into her pleading eyes and get to my feet. “Not. My. Problem. Remember? I only care about problems that pay.Get out.”

“Now look at who's a spoiled princess on daddy’s dime. Although your daddy is a different kind.”

I ignore her. “You have five minutes.”

I expect her to throw a pillow at me, but instead, she slips beneath the covers and rests her head on it.

“What are you—”

“I’m not going anywhere because you are.” She pulls out the night table drawer and tosses me something.

A black card. A key card.

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