I hunched over as I ran across the roof. Black and empty threats trailed through my mind, one after the other. Little Mouse was going to catch it. And I would be the one to throw it at her. Her soft laugh drifted through my head. Even my brain called me a liar with the disbelief that tinged her mental chuckle. I knew I would never hurt her. Not really. Not after everything she'd done for me. But damn, did I want to. Even just a little. Before I could process the reality that I wasn't alone, I fell to the roof's floor. Pain saturated every part of my consciousness. I soaked it up like plants in a drought. It was beautiful. Sweet. Sharp. I blinked as I was rolled over. Looking up into the dark face above me, I realized I'd had no idea what beauty truly was. "Listen up, you dumb shit. They're mine. Step on my toes again, I'll beat you to death."My dick twitched. She snickered as her gaze darted down the length of my body. "Fine, then I'll stuff you in a padded room."

"Come here, Pet. I have something for you to clean," Anders said from across the room. The sneer in his voice when he used the hated nickname I'd been given as a child sent rage flooding through my system. But I hadn't survived in this world by letting my rage get the better of me. I would do my job, get him off, then go back to doing my true life's work. Ridding the world of the Petter clan. Nodding, I got up from my small island of pillows in the corner of the room. With a walk slinky enough to make a zig zag jealous, I allowed a false heat to enter my eyes. Anders wasn't the worst of the group, but he certainly wasn't the best of them either. At best, he was stupid. At least he wasn't mean. He couldn't tell the difference between real or faked anymore. I worked hard to make sure none of them could tell the difference. It was made a little easier when I could heat my eyes with rage that they mistook for desire. My performance was flawless after all of these years. My l

I tipped my head back and scrubbed the day away under the hot wash of scalding water. Two more captains had needed their pipes cleaned this afternoon. And one general had wanted her snatch waxed and eaten. But, I'd gotten more treats for my troubles. And it was finally time to leave the mansion and go to the club. The club where I got to be in charge. Where I was the one giving orders. But where every single person wanted to be there. Not a single one of them were forced into it. I still had a role to play, a job to do. But at least at the club, I didn't have to act like the little Pet everyone called me here. No, at the club, I was top bitch. A message scrolled across the smart TV that I used as a mirror. There was no such thing as privacy in this house. Not that it was a house. But I certainly wasn't calling it home, that was for darn sure. POSSIBLE LEAD AT S&BIt wasn't signed. Nor were any further instructions given. Just the statement. I nodded to whoever was b

The car ride was silent except for the sound of the road passing under the tires. The low murmuring was relaxing. Added to it the pumping heat in the car and the comfortable heated leather seat, I felt like I was in a high dollar spa. It took us almost an hour, but we finally pulled up to a gate that appeared out of nowhere. If I thought we lived out in the middle of the boonies, then this was BFE. A man at the gate stepped out from his little hut. Bundled like this was the Arctic Tundra instead of early winter in Sweden, his breath fogged in the air in front of his face as he waited for Ivan to lower the privacy tinted driver's window. His smile was quick and ready when he finally saw who was driving. A quick spate of Swedish, and we were rolling through the gates. It reminded me of Willow and Ryker's home with its winding driveway up to the house. The stark spear of trees in the low fog against the intermittent lights lining the drive was eerily pretty. But even that had not

This bitch was a stupid cunt if she thought this was going to be some kind of punishment. I would just take a nap. Seriously, this would be a breeze. A walk in the proverbial park after everything I'd gone through with Eden and Ivan over the last six months.Settling back to enjoy having my body on display for the masses, I let my mind wander. I kept myself in good shape. A hell of a lot more shape than a lot of these people could claim. The fact that a lot of these people seemed to just be regular Joes and Jills off the street was more of a disappointment than I'd been prepared for. They weren't the super hotties from porn. The tight bodies of my more rabid fantasies. Sure, there were some who kept things toned, but it was just like going to the grocery store. Body shapes and sizes from across the spectrum. They just happened to be naked or dressed up in PVC or leather. They should feel blessed to see my naked body. Hell, I had an eight-pack for shit's sake. A narrow waist,