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Acheron’s dark laugh only fuels this hostility blaring through my veins. “What the fuck do you assholes know that I don’t? I’m in charge, remember?”
“Well, if you were actually on time for once…” Raine gripes, a smile on her face while she bats her eyelashes.
“I can’t believe you’re still blue balling it over that piece of pussy after all these years, Justyce. Come on, bro.” Acheron leers.
My hand clenches tightly around the glass and I’m certain if they don’t tell me what the fuck is going on I’m going to lose my shit and smash this glass over one of their heads.
“And everybody says that I’m the psycho in the group.” Acheron rolls his lapis blue eyes before fixing them back on me. “Calm the fuck down, knob. It’s Kenzi.”
“I understand that much,” I growl. “Now what else am I missing.”
“You really need to get laid,” Arrow laughs.
I shoot him daggers, silently telling him to shut the fuck up before returning my attention to Acheron with a brow raised.
He rakes his hand through his brownish black hair before continuing, “You know her step-dad Dereke gambles here, right?”
I bring my free hand to my left temple and massage. I can feel a headache coming on and I really wish they’d just get to the damn point.
“Yes. How could I forget that dropkick. What does this have to do with Kenzi?” I try to sound nonchalant, but from the smirk on Acheron’s face, I know I’ve failed.
“Guess who’s daddy has a debt and has offered up his step-daughter as payment?”
My chest expands and my blood pumps viscously. It feels like there isn’t enough oxygen to circulate throughout.
Thump. Thump.
Hiss, hiss.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in again and wonder if I heard Acheron correct. Could this mean that little miss I’m-too-good-for-you might be at my beckon call? Fuck yes. My dick stirs in my slacks just thinking about all the depraved shit I’m going to do to her if what Acheron is saying is what I’m thinking.
Waving my hand around, I demand, “Continue.”
Acheron and Arrow’s face look identical. Both have a knowing glint in those cognac and lapis blue eyes and a deep seeded smirk to match.
“Turns out daddy doesn’t know when to stop. He’s owed us money in the past, but not this much,” Acheron states.
“How much?” I query.
“One point five million,” Raine chimes in.
“What the fuck? How?”
An animated look washes over Arrow and I know this is going to be good or bad, depending on who you ask. “Turns out he was blind drunk, like literally couldn’t see a foot in front of him when he placed a bid on a slave. That’s not the best part, though. He borrowed money off us, promising to purchase her and pay us back within the week. Of course we knew that wasn’t a possibility. We may or may not have had other ideas upon lending the money.”
My eye twitched and my jaw ticked. Are they telling me that they lent Dereke the money in order to get their hands on Kenzi?
Arrow placed his hands in front of him in mock surrender. “Man, you should see your face. Calm the fuck down, brother. We did this for you. She’s all yours.,” he chuckles.
Taking a much needed breath, I ask, “Why and what happened to the slave?”
“Really, Justyce? You’re asking them why?” Raine points to the boys. “Just so you know, I think this is a terrible idea and I want no part in it. You all know how I feel about fucking slaves, not to mention I liked Kenzi in school. And he didn’t end up buying the slave.”
Cocking my head to the side, I briefly wonder what he used the money on, and then my mind drifts to thinking if only they knew the real reason Kenzi ran away. Maybe then Raine wouldn’t be so damn Team Kenzi. All she needs is a damn set of pompoms and she could recite a routine just for her.
I’m lost to my thoughts and I can’t seem to focus. I know Acheron, Arrow and Raine will be looking at me like I’ve lost my way. They don’t know how long I’ve waited to have her in my grips and what I had to let go of before she up and left.
Debased depravity takes up residence in my skull while the imagery annihilates my senses. Kenzi bound, panting and beseeching for me to let her go, to let her cum. Hell, she won’t know whether she hates me, wants me, or wishes I was dead. I smile a cruel smile. I can’t wait.
