All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

His lips pressed together, his gaze hardened. “I’ve told you, Malroy. I’m not your fucking mistress.”“And I’ve told you; do we have to discuss this?”He stood, so did I.“I don’t want a fight, Marcus.”“The fuck –”“I don’t! I won't allow it! I won’t let this happen!” I snapped at him.He stared at me, his chest heaving, his eyes burning through my skull.“I am who I have always been. I will not have Leon be a boogie man here! I will not! You have taken this step into my problem! And I accept you, as you are. Don’t question me. Don’t doubt me. I will cut my own head off before I see you in harm’s way in my name!”I waved a hand at his frame.“This,” I said, referring to his wounds, which he had kept very well hidden, “is not what I want! But I have marked it down as another debt.”“You,” I laughed lightly, even though there was no humor in it, “won’t let me go, huh? I have to keep paying you back for the rest of

Warm oil dripped on my bare back, and I sighed. I forgot Leon, I forgot Marcus. I forgot the kids.Sorin’s hands were the only things in my universe, and for the next fifty minutes, he made it so.He locked the wheels, used the straps to hold parts of my body down as he twisted others using stretch bands, rods, bars that were connected to the ceiling or hand-held. He bent me backwards, flexing muscles I didn’t even remember having.I groaned, gasped, and cried out more than once.He only ever paused to get more oil or to get me to release.The man should have been a straight-up medical doctor.The best, or maybe worst, part about Sorin and his team. They didn’t use anything but their hands. Tools, toys, equipment, sure, but that was it. They didn’t cross the line, but they may as well do that, too, given the responses from their clients’ bodies.When we were done, I had come thrice, and, most importantly, my side had stopped hurting.

Three hours earlier, at about three p.m., a block of warehouses had collapsed. The damage was devastating. The value of the lost items was unconfirmed but was estimated at hundreds of millions.Various corporations used the area to store anything from excess finished products to old office printers.There would be litigation for a full year before anyone got any satisfaction from the insurers, who would definitely not be happy to part with any compensation without a full, in-depth investigation, something half of the owners of the affected area would most definitely not allow.That was what we were betting on.I had met with my team after changing vehicles twice. I gave the instruction, set the time, and went to Adrian’s father’s house for a late lunch, or early dinner, depending on who was asked.While I was knocking on the large mansion door, a team of ten men was moving through the targeted section where the kids were located. I had instructed a

The marks were still there. Dark, blue in some places. It looked worse than it actually was. Nothing really hurt.I pressed my lips together. “Get off me.”He shook his head, cradling mine. I turned away from the intensity. “I’m fine, Jay. It’s fine. Get off.”Neither he nor I moved.I shifted, and he pulled me to his frame, hugging me. My words faltered.After a moment, I hugged him back. He made a sound I didn’t like, and I pressed him tighter. He buried his face in my neck.This guy, I contemplated, he’s so high maintenance.A few minutes later, I was on the bed, in a large bathrobe, and he was on the floor, still in his wet clothes, patting my feet dry.“I can do that,” I said hoarsely.He nodded, but made no move to stop what he was doing.He opened a small container, and a quiet scent filled the room. I had a bad flashback, and my knees jerked.Jayden held my ankles fast. “I’m going

“Liam! Have I said something wrong?”He glanced down at my hand, and I could have sworn he was staring down his nose. His gaze came up, and I shifted mine away, releasing him from my grip and giving some space between us.A light pressure was on my shoulder. I looked up, and my heart stopped. Liam could appear firm, professional, distant, but in that moment, he was none of those. It seemed like there were words at the tip of his tongue, but he was holding them back.Liam was never so reserved. Not with me.My lips parted, his curved up lightly.“Jayden Malroy,” he shook his head, as he studied my face, “he’s something, isn’t he?”“What?”“Special.”“I don’t –”“He makes you see a way, doesn’t he?”“Liam. What are you –”“That man is not on your level, yet he’s going out of his way to make you happy. That’s special, isn’t it?”“What do you mean ‘level’?” I asked, my voice harsher than I expected.