Page 48 of Twisted Enemy

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“Did you sleep well?” I ask, because I know she’ll blush.

I’m right. And the color in her cheeks raises my cock against my zipper with a new vigor.

“Very,” she says. “How long have you been up?”

I glance at the stone-cold cup of coffee I brewed hours before sunrise. “A while.”

She nods toward my phone. “That sounded like a demanding client.”

I shrug.

“Was it Da?”

I shake my head. “Believe it or not, your father isn’t the most difficult of my clients.”

“Idon’tbelieve that.”

As if on cue, a text comes in. I start to make a glib comment, but the words freeze on my lips when I see the number. My blackmailer. And today is the first of the month, their deadline for one hundred million dollars.

“I need to take care of this,” I say.

Her eyes turn sly. She’s thinking about crossing the room. Maybe climbing onto my lap or kneeling between my feet. She wants to lure me upstairs, to start the day a second time, slow and lazy.

I wonder when I learned to read Kate’s mind.

“Go,” I say gently, picking up my phone. Her pout is pretty, but she turns away. I long to call her back. Instead, I pull up a venomous text.

The press will have a field day

They’ve attached a copy of my signed confession, admitting to all the crimes that will devastate Lone Wolf Enterprises.

Cole Wolf

I need more time

You’re a fucking billionaire

One hundred mill has to come from somewhere

You’ve had two weeks

I need four more

One

You’re bleeding me dry

You don’t know what dry is

I can’t do this in less than a month

There’s a pause, while triplets of bubbles boil on my screen. I learned my lesson last month. If I pay this shark, they’ll only come back for more. The longer I can string them along, the greater the chance I can figure out who has the connections to get hold of my juvie record and the know-how to hide their identity.

The bubbles finally disappear.

Two weeks

But the vig is twenty percent

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