Page 32 of Bound By Her

“I would never do anything to put either of you in danger. And you wouldn’t be on the street,” Bryson said, shooting a stern look back at Seth.

“I can’t wait for kitty to show me her claws,” Seth said.

A natural submissive in the bedroom didn’t mean he was a pushover in real life. Gifted as a peacemaker, Sethwas smart and quick with his words, but cross him and you would have hell to pay.

“Like you will even know what to do when you see them,” Kaydon joked.

Seth glared at him. “I just want to show her how ineffective she is.”

Kaydon threw a chunk of pineapple at him. “Yeah right, you’ll love it and you know it.”

Seth glanced at Bryson before responding to Kaydon. “No way. I’ll go through the motions, so I get the highest bid.”

Bryson grimaced.

“What?” Seth said, clocking Bryson’s mood. “That’s what we’re here for, right, to make that bitch money.”

Bryson shrugged. He wasn’t ready to think of himself as property. Or that they would be up for sale in twelve months’ time.

There were too many unknowns, and he hated being in the dark.

“Things will get a lot easier if I can figure out what her angle is. Why she asked for me,”he said.

Seth pushed his plate away. “This isn’t your fault.”

His Romanian was a little broken, and his accent was terrible, but Bryson always felt pride when he spoke it. Seth didn’t have to learn the language, but he did, because he wanted to.

“If I hadn’t found that parcel…” Bryson said.

“No one could have expected this.”Kaydon motioned to the surrounding space.

“If I had, I would have thrown that deal in the fire,” Bryson said, switching back to English.

His father never would have missed it. It had been Bryson who pointed out its value, and pressed his father to use it. Of course, at the time, Bryson thought it would have gotten his father out of Chicago. Or at the very least, him and his brothers, but instead they were here. InNorth Carolina, slaves of the Ice Queen. No matter what his brothers said, this was his fault.

“My web, I’ll fix it. I just have to figure out how.”

Kaydon stuffed more pancakes in his mouth. “Or you could just experience it for what it is.”

“And why would I want to do that?” Bryson asked, his tone shifting.

Kaydon shrugged. “Seems like the easiest course of action.”

Bryson’s chest tightened. He had no intention of becoming Adria’s sex slave.

“There wasn’t anything in the contract that said I had to excel,” he said.

His next course of action becoming clear in his mind.

He would make her life a living hell.

Kaydon said, “Look at me and promise you won’t do anything reckless.”

“Why promise when that is exactly what I plan to do?” Bryson countered, taking a bite of his apple.

Kaydon continued, speaking slower this time, “The way I see it, we’re better off spending our time thinking about how to get sold to the right person. Maybe working with her is the safer play.”

Bryson couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He slammed his hand on the table. “It’s your job to see the bigger picture, and instead you are excited to be a sex slave for the next two years?”

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