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“And what dotheywant in exchange for this bribe?”
“That you deliver on what you promised. Unite the team and make the asylum the most sought-after network of killers available to the highest bidder.”
I can tell from her expression that she hates this, hates giving me this power, and it makes me grin. I have no intention of doing any such thing whereby I hand the power back to the asylum, but for now, I’ll let them think I’m their pawn.
I hold onto the box and stand. “I’m assuming I can go now?”
“See you after lunch, Miss Kingfisher. If you have the stomach for it.”
* * *
All chatter stopswhen I step into the dinning room, giving me the distinct impression the guys were just talking about me. I wonder if they were comparing notes on my performance in bed. Ten out of ten, at least.
“What’s in the box, Sugar Puff?” Honey asks, throwing me a cheeky wink that gives me fanny flutters. Fuck that boy is too fucking cute for his own good. Especially when idly twirling his hunting knife in his hands like that.
“I have gifts,” I say with a sweet smile. Honey perks up, sitting forward in his seat and flashing those dangerous twin dimples my way. He stabs his knife into the table top with force and turns his full attention on me. Fuck he’s irresistible. “For everyone.”
One by one I pass the labelled, boxed phones out to each of the guys and they stare at me in wonder.
“What did you do to get us these?” Night eventually asks, frowning.
He’s the smartest one in here, catching on quickest and knowing that we don’t get anything for free.
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it,” I tell him dismissively. His nostrils flare, and I don’t know if it’s at my easy dismissal or the patronising term of endearment I just used. Well, it’s true, heispretty. So fucking lethally gorgeous he’s a danger to all bad-boy loving pussies across the globe.
And he’s all mine.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
None of them do. They’re not aware that I’ve claimed them as my own. Even Snow. He did take bullets for me, so I guess he deserves a chance – not that I plan on letting him know it. If he wants in my good books he has a hell of a long, broken glass lined road to crawl along before he’s in my good graces or in my favour.
“What are they for?” Bones asks, suspicion lancing his tone. I tut. Trust him to look a gift horse in the mouth, and return to being a cunt to me now he’s had his fill of my pussy.
“They’re for Hatchet.” Six shocked faces stare at me, none more surprised than Daddy Hatchet himself. “I wanted us to be able to communicate. I want to know him better, and this was the only way I could think of.”
“That’s….mighty sweet of you, Sugar Puff,” Honey says, the first to recover. He gets to his feet, rounds the table and kisses me on the cheek. It takes effort to stop my eyelids fluttering closed like a damn damsel.I’m a fucking killer, I do notswoonover anyone.
“They’re monitored, obviously,” I tell them before they can get too excited. “Seytan said they only work here, you can’t use the internet or anything but we can message each other. Probably make calls to each other too, but no-one else. I just thought it would help somehow.”
“Red, this was very thoughtful. Thank you.” Nightshade holds my gaze until I start to squirm, embarrassed. I nod my head in acknowledgement of his words and duck away from his beautiful blue-black orbs.
“Thank you, pet,” Ghost whispers, causing my core to pulse. I can’t read the expression on his face at all, but suddenly I’m thirsty for him. Desperate to connect with him once more. Was what happened in the art studio a one-off? Now that. I have freedom to move around the asylum as I please, maybe I could return there in the hopes of finding Ghost and replaying our little one-to-one art lesson again.
Bones and Snow don’t say a word, but I wouldn’t expect them to. Arseholes.
The phone remaining in the box beeps and I open it.
It’s a message fromForest. I frown, not remembering who that is from Counsellor Jen’s early introductions. I remember that Ghost’s real name is Silas Donnelly, and I know their last names because that’s how Satan refers to us, but which one is Forest?
I glance around but they’re all absorbed in their phones, so anyone of them could be messaging me. Knowing the only way to find out is to open it, I click on the message.
Forest
Thank you. What a good girl you are. Daddy Hatchet x
I flush at his praise and cradle the phone to my chest, feeling a warmth spread through me. Yep, definitely fucking swooning over here. What are these beautiful psychos doing to me?
This is progress.
