Page 3 of Snowed in with the Brutes
“We’re in the middle of the Keppler merger,” Kian says.“We don’t have the time to take three days off to go to the mountains.”
The difference between legitimate business and underground business is you can’t go around plowing bullets into your opponents’ heads—an oversight that irks Kian to no end, just like this merger does.He’s also always all work and no play, although technically, leaving our mark on one of Anderson’s daughters is considered work.
“Well, that will have to wait,” William says, exercising his tone of authority over us—the only man in the world who can tell us what to do.“It shouldn’t be a hardship with a beautiful woman so have fun,” he adds, grinning as he heads out again.He hasn’t smiled so much in one day in all the time we’ve known him.
Before he can slip out of the door, he turns around and faces us one more time.
“Don’t forget,” he says.“Kian, now that you’re the head and carry the seal, you can’t fuck the girl.Put her on her knees or spank her to leave your mark, but don’t fuck her.I doubt you need that kind of tie right now.”
And then he’s gone.
Just another one of the Nix Consortium laws we’re forced to uphold.Not that Kian is affected by it at all.There hasn’t ever been a woman he wanted enough to fuck in about forever, even when he could do so freely.
Either way, a pleasure debt must be collected, and we’ll be doing the collecting.
Chapter Three
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Harsh wind whips aroundme as I disembark from the helicopter.The snow falling heavily against my cheeks and soaking my coat, chills me to the bone.
I try not to quiver from both fear and the blinding cold, but I fail on both counts.
The pilot, without a care, grabs my bag and throws it at me.I catch it before it falls to the ground.A part of me wants to beg him to take me back home, but I stand my ground as the helicopter whirs and the rotor blades slice through the frigid air, leaving me alone on top of a mountaintop with nothing but an overnight bag and my wits.
I turn slowly to face the cabin behind me, but it’s hardly just a cabin; it’s an imposing, ominous mansion wrapped in stone and wood with wall-to-wall windows, nestled deep in the mountains.
Tears well up in my eyes, my stomach twists, and my skin crawls.I’m going to throw up.
But then I remember why I’m here, and I pull myself together again.I just have to get through this one last thing before freedom will be ours at last.
Besides, I have a plan.
