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I’m going to own her. Consume her. Maybe even keep her. It’s time to collect what I’m owed. Keira Kilgore, you’re now the property of Lachlan Mount.
There may only be a few things I know as absolute fact in this life. Seven Sinners Whiskey is the best I’ve ever tasted. New Orleans will always be my home. And I am not going to prostitute myself to pay my dead husband’s debts. But still, that word hangs in the air. “You.”
“When you’re Lachlan Mount, no one defies you. No one gives you sass. Something about you caught his eye. I feel that in my bones. You have to use it. Work it. Don’t let him walk all over you.” Magnolia’s voice quiets. “Don’t let him break you, Ke-ke. You keep ahold of your pride and never let go. He won’t know how to handle you.”
Am I daring the devil to come bolting through the door to make good on his threat? No. I’m calling his bluff. When I come tonight, it’ll be a fuck you to the man who thinks he owns me. I’ll even make sure to use my middle finger.
A spine of steel won’t help me with Mount. Titanium is required. The only person who can decide who and what humiliates me is me, and I won’t give him that power ever again. Fuck him.
