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“Your sister.” I shrugged.
She was silent. Sitting on the ground and pulling her ugly rat out of the cage to cuddle it. Little shit took away my blow job. I should have skinned it after all.
“Gianna told me you don’t live too far from here.” I continued, walking over and reaching my hand out to her.
“Where are my clothes?” She held herself, as if her nakedness was suddenly dawning on her. Her little outfit was in my bike bag, but I wasn’t about to tell her that.
“That stranger took them,” I said, instead.
I wouldn’t lie to Mara. She was too smart for that anyway, and if our little arrangement had any chance of working, I needed to be truthful to her.
She could hate the stranger, but she would love the hero.
Maybe this would keep her the fuck off those goddamn dating apps. I really didn’t need to add to my body count with meaningless men. Or women? What did Mara like? Besides me, of course.
I needed to pump Gigi for information, or maybe Claire. She was still in my basement, but she was growing increasingly antsy as the days passed. I had a plan for her. She was so forthcoming in providing me with all the intimate details about Mara’s life.She would assist in a final test for Mara…before I said my goodbyes.
For good.
“I can get back, myself. I don’t need you. Why don’t you just…go back to my sister.”
The way she said the words was in a biting, snarky tone. It made me want her back at my feet to adjust her bravado.
“Those are some interesting words coming from the mouth that was just on my cock not even five minutes ago, Gianna.”
She flinched at the name drop and pulled herself to her feet with that long rat in hand. She was holding that thing like a football over her tits, and I wanted to punt it out of the way.
“Fuck you. Jenkins,” she yelled, turning her back.
I snickered at her usage of my name. I loved her fire. I wanted to watch how long she could maintain that flame before it simmered to nothing but ash.
“I would have been better off fending off the stranger.” Mara stomped off in a huff.
I wasn’t good at pretending to be good.
This shit was taxing.
Taking what you wanted was much easier. I wanted her back bowed underneath me, and her face smashed into the back seat of my bike. Women were better when they weren’t using their mouths for communicating.
I started to go after her, but my phone dinged in my pocket. It was Gianna. I rolled my eyes, pressing the button on my hands-free headset.
“Hello?” I mustered my most gentlemanly bullshit persona. Having failed that for Mara, I hoped to fool the moron at the very least.
Mara was hardened from her years of work. She could see inside my mind to the true twisted fantasies that motivated me. Gianna was about as smart as a box of rocks. She could suck cockalmost as well as her sister, which is one of the only reasons I could put up with her clingy ass personality.
I may as well have bought the leash for Gianna. She thought she had my balls in a nicely wrapped bow, but I could only play the doting boyfriend for so long.
My truth was shining through broken cracks that even Gianna would soon see.
“Where are you? My sister just texted me. She was attacked, Jinxy poo!”
I let her chirp for a minute to compose my crazy. “Oh God. Is she okay, baby girl? What can I do for you?”
Gianna started letting the waterworks flow free, and I was glad I wasn’t standing next to her.
“You are amazing. I am stuck at the office, baby. I need you to check on her. She is probably shaken up. The police are on the way there now, and I just know she’s going to clam up. I know you don’t know the language, but can you just make sure the cops treat her well?”
I smiled wide. “Of course, baby girl. I’d kill to keep her safe.”
