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She wheezed and then coughed, the sound echoing down the hallway. Her eyes grew huge as she slammed her hands over her mouth.
Fear hit my veins hard because the voices that sounded as if they were at the other end of the hallway suddenly ceased. Snagging her wrist, I began to run toward the T-shaped turn about twenty feet ahead of us, praying it was empty and that there was another unlocked room to hide in—we couldn’t get caught.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Corbin
Tossing the black mask onto the desk at Ronin, I grinned. “It’s your turn, asshole. My nuts still aren’t okay from the last time I checked in on your girlfriend.”
“Fuck off.” Ronin spat back and returned to staring at the cameras in the room. “There’s no point. They are out and moving fast down the hall.”
“What?” I shoved him out of the way and frantically took in the monitors, clicking through each one. Ronin was right. Shit.
Click. Click. Click.
“There they are,” I said, watching them inch closer to our office door with Tru in the lead.
Ronin leaned around me and grunted. “Well, you ready to face the music because she will not be happy with us.”
“No, she will not.” I sighed, sitting down in the chair next to Ronin. There was nothing to do but wait.
Ronin knocked on my shin as soon as the doorknob began to turn. “I see it.”
The door creaked as it slowly opened. I sat back in the chair with my head resting in my hands behind my head.
Tru’s face came into view, and her mouth dropped open.
“Hey, there, partner,” Ronin said, with a giant smart-ass grin on his face.
Tru’s eyes went back and forth between us.
“Corbin, I expected, but Ronin…you?” Tru looked almost defeated.
I had to fight not to laugh.
She looked too adorable, all pissed off, standing there in nothing but one of my ratty old white T-shirts and some of her white panties. God, I made such a good choice when I packed a bag of shit to bring from her bedroom.
“Yep…I’m done placating the system when all it does is fuck me up the ass.” Ronin sounded like he had his nuts back. Fucking finally. “It’s time I took something for myself…as in a nice hefty payday.”
“Fine. I get that—I do. But Ronin, him?” Tru pointed at me.
“Hey! I take offense to that,” I said, but then laughter bubbled out of him.
“He’s selling girls, Ro! Young teen girls and some not even older than ten. How can you be a part of that?”
Ronin’s laughter had become so loud now that even I glanced over at him. But before I could say another word, Tru had launched herself over the desk right at Ronin. Grabbing her around the waist, I pulled her toward me.
She was kicking and screaming and had reared back, arm in the air about to claw Ronin’s face, when I got her pinned to the ground.
“Calm the fuck down, Tru.”
She spat in my face, and I closed my eyes at the gross gesture. “Fuck you, Corbin, if that’s even your real name. You disgust me.”
“Aww, the pretty princess doesn’t like me. Boo-fucking-hoo.”
I stood, letting her scramble up from the ground, and she maneuvered her body between us and the door. The crazed look in her eyes made her appear feral, and it was hot as fuck.
“Tru, can I say that you look absolutely fuckable, right now? I mean, it was hot before in the room when Ronin watched while I had the chance to taste you and torture you with my tongue and my mouth, but to go at you in this raw state—right now…mmmm.”