Chapter 16

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Sinister POV:

I stopped outside Her door. That little problem of a girl.

I probably shouldn't have given the little whore the drugs that I did. It was called the Devils Tongue and it fucked you up.

Based on Afanas's face when he walked downstairs...she was fucked up.

I was taking her out to a dinner. It was a dumbass idea, but if she was going to start standing by my side, I might need to start treating the little slut better.

I straightened the tie on my suit jacket, adjusted the 9-millimeter in my pocket and knocked on the door.

I heard at least twelve colorful curses flow from behind the door.

I think she was sobered up.

Why the fuck is she keeping me waiting?

I flew open then door...and stared.

I had been doing that a lot lately, I couldn't help it, but I am a man who enjoys beautiful things.

This girl certainly was a beautiful thing.

She was dressed in the spaghetti strapped short black dress that I had picked, her long black hair was cascaded around her shoulders.

You couldn't not stare.

She definitely wasn't American, I don't know why I was stupid enough to believe that she was from New York.

There was a kind of innocence that surrounded her, and I fucking hated it.

She looked so fucking pure and sweet, it made me want to fuck her tight ass pussy all the more.

"You fucking drugged me you fucking shitface manwhore."

Ah, yes. I forgot the second she opens her mouth, the sweetness is gone.

Anger bubbled inside of me, and I couldn't believe how stupid I was to let someone as low and dirty as her, insult me.

I pulled my pistol from my jacket, pressing it into the sweet part of her neck.

My left arm snaked around her tiny waist as I pushed her into the barrel of the gun.

"Careful, little one. You won't be so pretty if you continue to speak to me like that." The threat was entirely true.

I might actually enjoy torturing the little whore. A waste of beauty, but she shouldn't test me.

I felt her breath hitch and I could tell she was biting her tongue back, probably to refrain from calling me a string of profanities.

She might not be as big an idiot as I thought.

In truth, I didn't want any girl to be in my life. Especially not some whore.

I don't know why the fuck I bought her.

I was high as hell, I had been sitting in on those auctions for weeks. Gripping the BID button like some bastard for weeks without pressing it once.

I don't know why I bought her. The first thing I noticed was her innocence. These auctions were for prostitutes and low-life's who had been picked off the streets.

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