Page 24 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

“B-but…”

“I just paid you for fourteen nights with a few grand extra thrown in. You’re mine, same as that jacket there. If you try to hide, I’ll find you. If you leave town, I’ll find you even faster. For the next two weeks, you are mine and mine alone.”

What the hell? This isn’t right. He can’t just do this! I grit my teeth, mustering up all of my hate.

“When I say come, you come.” He lowers his voice to a rumble. “When I say spread, you spread.”

Perversely, my sex swells with want.

A light appears in his eyes like he’s feeding off my bottled-up hate. “And when I tell you to bend over, you ask me how wide I want you to pull apart your ass cheeks.”

My jaw drops nearly to the floor.

“All that scorn is getting me hard.” He sets a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. “You can never stop looking at me like that. It is really working for me. You understand? Nod if you understand.”

“It might not be possible?—”

“Two weeks. No other man will touch you. If you so much as look in the direction of another man, I’ll find out, and I will cut that man’s balls off. And then you will answer to me in a way that you will not like. Are we clear on that?”

I swallow—hard. Why am I arguing? I’ll go home, scrub off my makeup, change into leggings and an oversized sweater, and disappear into the faceless stream of college students, where Luka will never find me. He would never look in a college residence hall.

“We clear?”

“Fine.” I clutch my stuff and rush into the elevator, stabbing the lobby button a million times.

I check the time. Two hours I was in there with Luka, but it feels like a lifetime. There are two calls from Bender and one text asking where I am, pointing out that my shift is up, though he doesn’t seem overly concerned.

I text back:

on my way.

Finally, I’m back out on the street. It’s three in the morning, but Middleton Road is lit like a circus.

I suck down the smoggy air in great gulps.

Chapter Eight

EDIE

My Uber speeds past bars and pizza places and slumbering construction sites.

I smooth my hair and pull my rain poncho tighter around myself.

Luka gave me two weeks’ pay based on double my night rates. Did he see the thousand dollars Dardan paid me? That means he gave me at least twenty-eight thousand dollars. Could I possibly have that much money in my bag?

That kind of money would be life-changing to me. I could start eating normal meals again. I could give up some of my nights on the tower cleaning crew.

But I can’t keep it—not that kind of money. It’s probably drug money. It probably has cocaine residue on it.

He plans on calling me—on the phone he gave me. Just the thought of that makes me feel funny inside, like an invisible wire inside me is still connected to him. And he can tug it any time and make me come.

In every sense of the word.

Is it possible he’s tracking me? I pull out the phone and type in “green” to unlock it. Sure enough, GPS tracking is enabled.

I switch it off. My heart starts pounding. Will he know? Of course, he’ll know.

It doesn’t matter. This thing is over.

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