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But the guy continued to choke on his own blood.
“If you weren’t already this close to dying, I would torture you for hours. Make you suffer.”
The man opened his mouth and whispered a word. Ethan brought his ear closer to the guy.
“He’s going after Margery next.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
MARGERY
When Daddy left with Matthias, Margery didn’t know what to do. He left her alone with Clinton and Dahmere, people she had just met a couple of minutes before. She was not comfortable around them, and yet Daddy had left her with them.
Several minutes after he left and the shock wore off, she started to make mac and cheese, something Daddy forgot to do. They had been busy talking. Or, well, everyone was talking to each other but her.
It had gotten so overwhelming being around all of them. They were all huge, intimidating men. She was a small woman who didn’t know them. And Daddy had left her with them. What if they decided to hurt her? Daddy was nowhere in sight to help her.
Daddy told her several times that he trusted them, but she wasn’t so sure. How long had Daddy known them for? Were they really his allies, or were they just posing to work for him and were actually spies?
Margery knew she shouldn’t question Daddy. Especially since they had probably been with him for years. It was just hard because it was new to her, and it wasn’t to him. He had just thrown her in the fire and expected her to be okay.
How was she supposed to survive in this atmosphere when he wasn’t even here to protect her?
There was no doubt that Dahmere and Clinton could kill her over one hundred different ways before she could even get a word out. She was outnumbered, and it was starting to worry her.
“She has that face again,” Uncle Dahmere said.
Clinton suggesting she should call them uncle eased her a bit inside. It showed her that they weren’t all intimidating and scary. Her Little side craved to call them that out loud, but she was worried.
When wasn’t she?
Margery just didn’t want to be Little, and them make fun of her. She knew books weren’t the same as real life, but there had to be some truth in it. She had read several books where the Little had gotten made fun of. Margery didn’t want that.
“The look of her being terrified and thinking we’re going to do horrible things to her?” Uncle Clinton observed.
She briefly looked over at them to find them already staring at her. She quickly went back at her bowl of mac and cheese. It had come off the stove a minute ago, and she was waiting for it to cool down. Too many times, she had burned her mouth when she was impatient.
“At least she was a good girl and didn’t eat the food right as it came off the stove. Little girls tend to burn theirmouths. That’s why Daddies are there, to help them and remind them,” Uncle Clinton chuckled.
Why was he chuckling? Nothing he said was funny.
“Back to the discussion,” Clinton said
“To her being terrified? There’s nothing we can really do about it. We’ve shown her that we aren’t going to hurt her. It’s just going to take time before she actually believes it,” Uncle Dahmere snarked back.
Margery wanted to turn around and tell them that she could hear them. But that’s probably what they wanted her to do.
“Maybe we can bribe her with cookies,” Uncle Clinton suggested.
“Her Daddy would be so mad.”
“Ethan, mad? Definitely not at her, but at us, yes. But he didn’t say anything about us not giving her cookies. He just said to watch her.”
Margery turned her body to the side a little, showing that she was actually listening but not directly looking at them. She loved cookies. If she could have it her way, she would have cookies for every meal.
“Ah, I see we got her attention with cookies. Maybe she’ll stop being rude and ignoring us,” Uncle Dahmere jabbed at her.
Margery spun around and glared at him. “What’s rude is Ethan kidnapping me, but you don’t hear me saying anything,” she snapped.
