Dead Drop (The Guild, #2)

by Tate James

Oh yeah. I was coming for her… No way in hell was I walking away from a woman who was clearly my soul mate. We were fucking fated.

Unsolicited dick pics in general were never sexy, but this? This was no mere dick pic. This was a work of art.

“As for this?” He fucked into my pussy with ferocity. “This is definitely mine. Don’t even think about pulling out that battery-operated dick again without my permission, beautiful.”

I swallowed hard. I wanted to know everything about Stanley. I wanted him dead. How dare he elicit such loyalty and adoration from my DeLuna? He had to go. She was mine and I would not share.

3982: You’re a psychopath, Bunny. 6279: No, I’m a sociopath, mon cœur. I’m your sociopath. Never forget it.

My only logical explanation was that my greedy cunt was exerting her power over my mind, and slowing my reflexes. She didn’t want to fight Kai off. Not really. So she was making it easy on him. Stupid fucking vaginas with minds of their own.

Mo jerked a nod. “As soon as I realized, I tried to run, but he heard me. He knocked me out with something, then the next thing I knew, I was waking up in hospital. My baby was gone, cut out of me while I was sedated, and Timothy was nowhere to be seen.”

He flipped his camera back to his face and smiled. “I’ll call you when my flight lands, regardless of whether I have a lead. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice.” “Among other things,” I chuckled. “Stay safe, Bunny.” “De beaux rêves, mon amour.”

Of course, she was a little busy. She was on her knees, sucking her boss’s wrinkly old penis and moaning like it was made of candy.

“Fucking rich people,” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed my bags and we headed upstairs. I led the way through to the master wing and quirked a brow at him. “Big Man, I’ve seen your fucking private island and jet.

“Kai, I swear to fuck, if you stop me from coming, I’ll staple your balls to your butthole.”

“Hey, MK,” I replied with a small smile. “I thought I heard you’d moved? Something about a diamond mine?”

Danny went rigid. She’d heard my side of the conversation, so she already knew what was coming. She was smart enough to put it together. “I’m sorry, mon cœur, Judith is dead.”

“Anyone else hits my daughter, you can expect the same fate,” a woman barked,

“Pick her up,” the woman snapped to someone else. “Get her in the van and sedate her. We don’t need any more casualties today.”