Smiling, Dante wiped his lips. Crooking a finger at the black-haired girl on the pole, he summoned her from the pole.
She let go, hopping off the platform.
But she didn't go to Lynx.
She came for me.
Oh, fuck.
I sat taller, hating the sickening panic almost as much as I hated the growing lust.
She fell to her knees, never making eye contact.
I swallowed hard.
Five hours and thirty minutes.
"I've also heard you've fallen for the slave Wolverine gave you. Bad form to murder him after he gave you love, isn't it?"
My concentration split between Lynx's taunts and the girl breathing softly on my knees. Her hot breath heated through my trousers.
"I didn't kill him for his gift. I killed him for taking it away. If he'd never interfered, I wouldn't have had to take his life." I looked up, hoping my anger painted every facet of my body. "I'm sure you can appreciate revenge. After all, isn't this yours? Revenge for me not being a sick fuck like you?"
Lynx laughed. "This is just a get together amongst old associates. However, I must admit I am a little pissed at what you did to me a few years ago." He leaned forward. "I had justifiable reasons to come after you then, but I never did. Shows I'm a better man than you. Don't you think?"
He still hadn't got over the incident? Idiot. "Just because I knocked you out when you tried to stop me taking fair payment for that monstrosity you built in Madrid, doesn't mean you had reason to kill my bodyguard." Franco had not been pleased. Needless to say others died and not him.
"You stole an extra girl-that wasn't the agreement."
"The agreement was you wouldn't torture the ones I left behind. I needed more collateral. You're a high risk client, Dante. I'm sure you can appreciate that."
"Was a client, Mercer. Don't forget this conversation focuses on the termination of our association. Ending with a few severe penalties than just parting of business." He chuckled. "Parting of a few other important things, too, I can assure you."
My gunshot twinged but I kept the flash of fear hidden.
"If you felt so unjustly dealt with, why didn't you come after me then?" I grinned. "That's right-because you know the truth. I have more power than you."
He chuckled, tilting his head. "That might've been the case, but my how the tables have turned."
You're scum. Worse than scum. You're the disease that grows on scum.
I muttered, "If you want the award of being the biggest, baddest asshole then sure. You win." I saluted him. "Now fucking stop with the mind-games. I'm done."
Lynx grinned. "Sure. By all means." Nodding at the girl between my legs, he ordered, "Do it."
She sat up on her knees, reaching for my hastily buttoned blazer. The only thing keeping my naked chest from being on display. My throat closed at the memory of Tess ripping my shirt, ruining the buttons in her need. It felt like centuries ago.
"I love you so much, Q. I trust you."
Fuck. Tess.
I was so glad she couldn't see me now. See a whore fumbling at my belt, her hands brushing a hard cock that I wanted to cut off for being so twisted.
Pain echoed, amplifying the punches and kicks, hacking at my willpower to keep going. Five hours was an eternity. It was life-changing-or ending. So much could happen in that time.
I shuddered with violence as the girl's hands undid my jacket, spreading it open. The moment my tattoo was visible Lynx clapped his hands. "It's a lot different than the rumour. I'd heard it was bats not birds."
Who the fuck had spread my secrets? Only a select few knew. A few paid prostitutes at the beginning of my career-they were the only ones who would tell. I trusted my staff and confidants completely.
I couldn't speak through my tight jaw. I refused to utter a word.
"What do you think of her?" Lynx motioned to the girl now bowing at my feet. My fly hung open, revealing the waist band of my boxers.
A sickly spasm filled me. I hated where this was going.
"She's underfed, sad, and no doubt thinking of ways to murder us."
Dante glowered. His mohawk bristled with gel as he stood. "I suppose you prefer overfed women who don't obey, is that it?"
I thought of Tess. Her incredible curves. Her feisty strength. My lips twitched, allowing one ray of light into my soul. "Yes. One in particular."
Lynx's face darkened. "You might as well get her out of your thoughts. You won't be seeing her again."
I sat solid, unmovable. Not rising to the bait.
Five hours and twenty minutes.