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“Shut up,” I tell him

This tiiven his sheer panic He does eventually stop As he snuffles and whimpers and moans, I roll him over and sit back down on his chest TheGood for me

I tweak his nose and he squeals

“I’ off now,” I tell hiain, I’ll put it back on, and if you can’t breathe the next time I hit you, that’ll be your problem Do we understand each other?”

He nods his head vigorously I alad to see he knows me by now He knows I mean business

I rip the tape off his mouth To his credit he doesn’t iine a streae and down the back of his throat It asp as he answers my questions Flecks of blood fly out of histhat I want to know his face looks like a Jackson Pollock

“You disgusting little creep,” I tell hi such bad boy”

“Yes, I’ain I swear”

I get to ives a whimper of relief

“I agree You won’t It’s time for your nap now”

I jab un under his jaw

Chapter 18

STORM

Monroe knocks on the door of Storm’s office, and when Storm waves him in, he pokes his head in

“Boss, I’ve tracked down the details for India and Rachel’s landlord”