Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
To most people, Hell is a frightening place, but I know it’s the only place we’ll get the information we’re after.
“She’ll never agree to that,” Lucian finally says with a frown. “If she used her safe word in Heaven, why the hell do you think she’s going to let you take her down to Hell?”
“You’ll be surprised what the desperate will do for money.” I smirk.
Talon rubs the back of his neck. “Can you give us a minute, Lucian?”
He grabs my arm and pulls me out of the office, closing the door behind him when we step out into the hallway.
“Are you sure about this? With the way she lost her shit earlier, I don’t think she’ll even consider another deal—especially one down there.”
My brow creases in confusion. “What do you mean, am I sure? You see that Lucian isn’t going to give us what we’re asking for, so we have to take another route to get to the truth.”
Talon releases a deep breath, his eyes sweeping the hallway before they settle on me again. “This is Hell we’re talking about. We know the shit that goes on down there. You think scaring her is gonna help?”
“We’re not scaring her.” I release a deep breath. “Two hours downstairs with no safe word. Enough time so we can take her mask off and figure out who she is.”
“And what if Lucian refuses to do that?”
“Then we can make things hard for him,” I say simply.
Talon rolls his eyes. “He can make things hard for us as well. He has just as much dirt on us as we do on him.”
He leans against the wall.
“If we’re being honest, she’s not technically a virgin anymore… since we fucked her. Four hundred grand is a lot of money for a name,” I point out.
He gives me a lazy shrug. “We pretty much got her virginity for free. Maybe Lucian is right; she can’t prove that it’s us. Maybe we’ll be fine.”
“You want to bet your future on a ‘maybe?’” I narrow my eyes on him. “The money is a small price to pay for what could happen if she runs that pouty mouth.”
I tighten my hands into fists at my side and lower my voice. “It’s a small price to pay when the alternative is Dad fucking finding out what we’ve been up to.”
The muscles in Talon’s jaw tick as he stares at me with his nostrils flared. He sighs. We both idolize our father, wanting to make him proud by carrying on the family company that he built from the ground up. It’ll kill me to disappoint him. If something we recklessly did ruins his hard work, I won’t forgive myself. So if it takes paying more money to get information that will give us peace of mind and keep our sins in Hell, four hundred grand is a price I’ll pay gladly.
“Yeah,” he finally agrees. “All right then. I guess we can try to get her to accept a new deal.”
I nod and open the office door. Lucian’s eyes follow us as we re-enter. Talon glances at me briefly before narrowing his gaze on Lucian.
“As Tristan said, we’d like to make a new deal with her. Two hours in Hell. No safe word. Four hundred thousand dollars.”
“You can remind her that we’ve already taken her virginity and left her with nothing,” I add. “Be sure to ask her if she wants her sacrifice to be in vain.”
Lucian’s lips curl up into a mischievous smirk as he slowly nods.
“Okay then,” he says. “I’ll present it to her and get back to you.”
We give him our thanks and excuse ourselves from his office. Neither of us says anything until we’re outside of the club and heading back to our cars.
“Think she’ll accept the deal?” Talon asks after a while.
If I’m being honest, I can’t be too sure. Aside from the fact that she may know us, Hell has its own reputation that causes people to want to stay away from it. But if she’s desperate enough to sell her virginity in the first place, my gut tells me she may be open to salvaging whatever she can so she’ll know she didn’t pop her cherry for nothing.
“She won’t have a choice,” I say.
I’ll find out who she is, whether she’s a willing participant or not.
Because I always get what I want in the end—no matter the cost.
TALON
It’s always hard to see Tristan worked up like this.
I watch him from my desk as he angrily moves things around, his footsteps heavier than usual. I can understand his anger. There’s a lot weighing on knowing this woman’s identity, and I know he’ll blame himself if things go south. Seeing how worked up he is only increases my concerns. If what we did gets out, there’s no way we’ll be able to explain why we purchased a woman’s virginity without sounding like sexual deviants or some kind of predators.