Page 113 of Made for Cyn

Just how many guys is she playing?

Does she know this guy is affiliated with Saul? Do Hate and Cyn?

For this was the very guy who spoke in hushed tones with Saul, ordering him to take out the trash as it were, including Hate and Cyn right along with him. Shit.

The web continues to grow, and I’m stuck smack dab in the middle, awaiting my sure end from one of these vicious predators.

“Ah, Cyn,” the new guy says with a brutal stare. “How’s things?”

Hate stands beside him with a cold frown but doesn’t speak as Cyn drawls, “Fine.”

“Oh,” he says with a raised brow, greed shining behind his eyes. “And business?”

“It’s fine.” Cyn smirks, but I feel his tension when his hand spasms around mine.

“Is that so? That’s not what I heard,” the guy says, pulling Iris tight against him and palming her ass.

She’s dressed in another skimpy number that leaves nothing to the imagination, with her pretty red hair cascading over her shoulders in a waterfall of curls.

But when he touches her, I catch a brief look of pain in her eyes before it’s quickly gone and replaced by boredom. She looks us over blankly, her lips curling in a snarl when she reaches Bastion, who’s so fucking cold next to me, I shiver.

Did Iris say something to this guy? Who is he?

“Is that right? Well, I assure you it’s fine, Jagger. If you’re going by the word of this bitch, she’s just jealous that Bastion won’t stick her holes anymore.”

I stiffen beside him, but he squeezes my hand in warning, and I subside, even though I don’t appreciate the insults despite Iris’ incessant need to bait the fucking beast.

Jagger laughs, but his eyes are hard as Iris stiffens beside him, and he says to her, “Take Cyn’s bitch. We have business to discuss.”

Iris stumbles away with a glare, not even flinching at his insult, while I turn to Cyn with a frown, following his lead when he nods at me. Although I’m tempted to punch them both in the nads. Bitch? Ha! Maybe we’re both bitches, but these dicks don’t get to say it.

Iris leads me to a wall nearby, stumbling on her feet, and I wonder if she’s high as we both turn and lean against it, watching the guys proceed to have an intense discussion.

Cyn looks my way every once in a while to ensure I’m still where I’m supposed to be, which I assume is within his sight as he speaks to Iris’ date with a cold expression.

“What’s going on, Iris?” I whisper, shivering when Cyn glances at Iris with a murderous expression.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Did you say something to that guy about Cyn?”

“He wanted to know what I know.” She shrugs.

“What did you tell him?”

“The truth. Saul is gunning for his territory, and Cyn’s worried more about pussy.”

Cringing at her crude words, I say, “Why? Why would you say that?”

“You don’t lie to Jagger. He’s the boss,” she says sleepily.

“Iris, how do you even know this guy?”

“He’s been around.”

“Does Saul know?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

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