”S-Sir—”

“Hush now,” the man interjected. “Please, don’t lower yourself by calling me that. You’re Brendan’s b*tch, not mine, remember? You wanted a piece of him so hard, you’d tell him everything about our plan and sell Watson out. You’re so out of my control I can hardly be called your master.”

He sounded humorous, but Charlene shuddered. The look in his eyes screamed murder—and it oozed out of his contempt.

Charlene’s teeth chattered as she threw her arms around the man’s thigh. “No! It’s