Page 103 of Broken & Bound

“Whore!” I screamed.

“Please stop. You’re killing them,” she screamed.

I didn’t. Instead, I laughed. Because as she lay there covered in blood and tears, begging for mercy, I realized she’d gotten what she’d wanted in the first place.

The babies were gone.

I hummed along with the music and glanced at the clock on the wall.

4:48 PM.

The last class of the day had wrapped up, and the studio was finally quiet. Sunlight stretched across the empty dance floor while I gathered abandoned water bottles and straightened a few chairs.

My phone rang. I smiled immediately. My girl Tori. I wondered what positions she’d want to talk about now.

“Hi, everything okay?” I answered, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear.

“Everything is great. The guys are running late, though. Death Squad stuff.”

I frowned, sighing. That was going to throw our evening off.

“Alek said he tried you earlier, but figured you were teaching.”

“I was.”

I checked my phone and spotted the text message I’d missed.

REAPER:

I’m so glad you’re all mine tonight. I need you to massage my head with your thighs. You game?

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

“Are you there?”

Tori’s voice yanked me from la la land and thinking about my King’s tongue on my clit.

“Yeah, sorry. What did you say?”

“With the delay, I was thinking you should take Bella to get her toes done or a massage. Maybe if we pamper her she won’t be so worked up.”

“She has been pacing holes in the floor all week.”

“Exactly. It’s not good for the babies. And you know how anxious she’ll be if she’s here at the house.”

I laughed. It was true. The normally calm, cool, collected girl had become a worry-wart. She’d concocted all kinds of crazy scenarios about Sebastian and his potential reactions.

“I can do that. I need a touch up myself and the Reaper will appreciate it.”

“Okay. Be home by six forty-five at the latest.”

“Will do. See you later, love you.”

“Love you, too.”

I hung up and looked around the studio. There wasn’t much left to do, and I knew Isabella’s last client for the day was Diamond. She was a newer club girl, still feeling her way.

I was still getting to know her, and I figured Isabella wouldn’t mind if I hung out with them while she worked. I walked into the small dressing room, pulling off my leotard and skirt.