Page 35 of Sold Wolf Slave

“Took you long enough,” Cain growled.

“I’m sorry,” Morgan muttered, putting the tray down on the table.

“Don’t be sorry—be better,” he ordered.

She gave a brief, timid nod. She glanced quickly at me before scurrying away. Looking at Cain, I saw him staring after her with interest.

“She’s cute,” I said casually. “Not normally my type, but there’s something alluring about her.”

Cain raised an eyebrow, lounging back in the chair as he regarded me, his fingers steepled.

“That so?” he mused, as if only now noticing. “She’s pretty fresh. Been a slave for a couple of years, but only been in the Underside for about a month. She needs a bit of training,” he said, rolling his eyes. He grabbed the other drink on the tray and strolled toward me, handing over the glass filled with amber liquid. “Slavers up in the normal world don’t know how to control their slaves anymore. It’s rather annoying. But she’s submissive and happy to please, so I don’t mind it too much.”

I nodded, swirling the drink in my hand before taking a sip. It went down smooth as honey.

“How much?” I asked.

Cain raised an eyebrow. “For her?” When I nodded, he laughed. “Straight to the point, then. Always like that in my men. You’re interested in Morgan, then?”

I shrugged. “What can I say? She’s easy on the eyes.”

I expected a grin. Instead, he gave me a shrewd look that bordered on suspicious, and I started wondering if Cain wasn’t as dumb as I might have anticipated, given his chosen profession. He had managed to set up this entire operation. Underestimating him would be a huge mistake.

“Aren’t you the one Lucas told me won her sister?” he asked.

Not dumb at all, then. Or, at the very least, very well-informed. He took an interest in his business rather than just raking in the cash. He kept his eyes on me, waiting to see how I would react to that question.

I blinked, pretending to be surprised. “Mine has a sister? She didn’t say anything.”

Cain tilted his head, looking me up and down as if trying to determine whether I was lying or not. After a long moment, he said, “No, I suppose she wouldn’t.” He gave a ghost of a smirk as if reacting to a private joke. “She isn’t one for giving out information, is she?”

“Not particularly.” I shrugged again. “Still, I guess it makes sense I’d be attracted to the sister as well. So I’ll ask again: how much?”

Frowning, studying me with more interest than he had the entire time I had been here, Cain pushed himself from hischair and walked around the desk. He picked up one of the glasses and took a long sip as he scrutinized me with a shrewd, calculating intelligence.

“Did Kendra ask you to buy her sister?” he asked.

Trying to keep my face impassive, even as my dislike of the asshole in front of me grew exponentially, I said, “I told you. She didn’t even mention a sister. She doesn’t talk a whole lot.”

“Sometimes,” Cain admitted. One edge of his mouth flicked upward in a smirk, as if amused by some private joke. “She usually needs the proper incentive. But that doesn’t change the fact that I find it difficult to believe you didn’t know about her sister.”

I was treading on thin ice. He didn’t trust me entirely yet, and the line of questioning was only making him more suspicious as it continued. The more I spoke with him, the less I liked him, and the more I saw why he was in charge of this entire operation. Even from afar, he didn’t miss a beat and seemed to know the pulse of everything that went on. I’d taken down plenty of leaders who had let their underlings handle the day-to-day and sit back without knowing a thing about what was happening behind the scenes so long as the money kept coming. Cain actually paid attention, and that was far more dangerous.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out what to say that would put things back on track. I had to find a way to get him to relax and put his guard down, something that would actually make him believe I was here for the women instead of trying to destroy everything he had built.

I raised an eyebrow. “Her mouth is usually busy doing something else besides yapping.”

He blinked. Then his face broke out into a grin, and he started laughing. “I can see why Lucas wanted us to meet.” He grinned again and sipped at his drink. “You want the set?”

Ireally wantedto punch him in the face for referring to them as a “set.” But considering how bad that would be for the mission, I kept my face impassive. Shrugging, I gave a sleazy smile that made me want to take a shower.

“Having two sisters at the same time has always been a bit of a fantasy of mine. Seems like the perfect time to live that out.”

He gave an amused smirk. “I’ve done that once or twice. Not with those two, but sisters are always fun, no denying that.”

“Good to know it isn’t just in my head,” I said, taking a swig of the drink. It went down smooth. He had expensive taste, then. “So, how much to take her off your hands?”

Cain shook his head. “I’m not going to sell her.”

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