“Fuck,” she gasped, reaching under her skirt and scrambling to pull her panties down her thighs, lifting one leg to slip them off, then the other. The metaphor didn’t hold up, but I’m sure my meaning was clear enough. She’s going to take you somewhere private where some friends can ask you questions specifically about my kidnapping.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you or any of your people,” Roger spat. All three of us entered, followed by Chloe, and I shut the door behind me. I told him he’s done with you. “You go right ahead and tell whoever you want. Not getting the police involved meant that we were at a stalemate—I had the kidnapping/beating/murder charges on him, and he had the dirt on me and my company. “Marcus,” she started to say, and I grabbed her jaw, forcing her head back against the door and making her eyes go wide with fright. I had a suspicion that the only thing that kept me from being burned alive by his wrath was my billions.
