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digging into him with fiery claws, Archon maintained the iron control for which he was famous.
When he spoke, however, the anger, despite being controlled, was still most definitely present.
"It is not your place," he hissed, "to question. It is your place to carry out the orders I give you, and to simply know that someone far smarter than you is pulling the strings, saving your worthless, pitiful little ass from ending up either in jail or dead. It would only take one girl's escape to ruin everything, and we cannot let that happen!"
Throughout this speech, Archon's voice had been rising in volume, and he felt himself half-standing up from his seat. "Find her!" he half-shouted. "Find her, and kill her, and if you can't manage that, I'll happily make you disappear in her fucking place!"
Archon slammed his hand down on the "end call" button," not waiting for the poor luckless idiot at the other end to respond.
Once he'd hung up, Archon sat back in his seat, giving him a minute to let his breathing and heartbeat return to normal. He'd slightly lost control of himself, he had to admit. But given the incompetence of the idiots he had to deal with, could anyone really blame him?
He took a deep breath. Things were fine - this was a minor hiccup, and he'd quickly have it all back under control. This girl, Jenna, who had escaped - she couldn't have gotten far, not alone and on foot. Most likely, his men would end up stumbling upon her dead body in a ditch.
Still, Archon thought to himself as he settled back into his chair, he wanted this taken care of quickly, before it could grow any bigger. His brothel was one of the most profitable enterprises in his empire, and he wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong. Having to shut it down would be a major blow to his bottom line.
But his current plan was the most logical, the most likely to work. There was no reason to feel anything beyond minor concern.
One last breath, and Archon felt himself return back down to his normal baseline for breathing and heart rate. Shifting his gaze to a small, neat stack of papers on his desk, he began to carefully read through them. These were complicated legal documents for the bank, much less interesting than his other ventures, but still a vital part of his empire.
James Archon prided himself on being, first and foremost, a businessman. He had worked very hard to master his skill of seeing the world in numbers. He could look at any person and, in a matter of minutes, know their value down to the penny.
Jenna, this girl who had escaped, was not worth even that.
Chapter twelve
Once Talon had left the barn, still shrugging as if he didn't understand why this new girl was a big deal, Cain relaxed his arms a little from where they still wrapped around Jenna.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding much kinder as he peered down at the woman pressed up against his chest.
For a moment longer, Jenna kept her face buried in his shirt before she pulled back to raise her eyes up to him. "He touched me," she said, her voice quivering.
Cain's frown briefly reappeared as he glared after Talon. "Yeah, he does that. He didn't mean anything by it."
"Didn't mean anything?"
The girl sounded puzzled. Cain sighed, reaching up and running one hand through his graying hair as he tried to figure out how to explain.
"Listen, around here, most of the girls tend to be, well, loose with their bodies," he tried. "They like sex, like giving themselves up to the men who come. Talon assumed you were like one of those girls, and thought that he was flirting with you."
Jenna shook her head. "I thought it was always my choice if I wanted to be with someone."
"It is, it is," Cain assured her. "But even though Talon was, well, handsy with you, he wouldn't have taken you, wouldn't have forced you. It was just his way of inviting you, even though he would have waited for you to accept."
"So touching someone is a way of flirting?" Jenna asked. Still pressed up
When he spoke, however, the anger, despite being controlled, was still most definitely present.
"It is not your place," he hissed, "to question. It is your place to carry out the orders I give you, and to simply know that someone far smarter than you is pulling the strings, saving your worthless, pitiful little ass from ending up either in jail or dead. It would only take one girl's escape to ruin everything, and we cannot let that happen!"
Throughout this speech, Archon's voice had been rising in volume, and he felt himself half-standing up from his seat. "Find her!" he half-shouted. "Find her, and kill her, and if you can't manage that, I'll happily make you disappear in her fucking place!"
Archon slammed his hand down on the "end call" button," not waiting for the poor luckless idiot at the other end to respond.
Once he'd hung up, Archon sat back in his seat, giving him a minute to let his breathing and heartbeat return to normal. He'd slightly lost control of himself, he had to admit. But given the incompetence of the idiots he had to deal with, could anyone really blame him?
He took a deep breath. Things were fine - this was a minor hiccup, and he'd quickly have it all back under control. This girl, Jenna, who had escaped - she couldn't have gotten far, not alone and on foot. Most likely, his men would end up stumbling upon her dead body in a ditch.
Still, Archon thought to himself as he settled back into his chair, he wanted this taken care of quickly, before it could grow any bigger. His brothel was one of the most profitable enterprises in his empire, and he wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong. Having to shut it down would be a major blow to his bottom line.
But his current plan was the most logical, the most likely to work. There was no reason to feel anything beyond minor concern.
One last breath, and Archon felt himself return back down to his normal baseline for breathing and heart rate. Shifting his gaze to a small, neat stack of papers on his desk, he began to carefully read through them. These were complicated legal documents for the bank, much less interesting than his other ventures, but still a vital part of his empire.
James Archon prided himself on being, first and foremost, a businessman. He had worked very hard to master his skill of seeing the world in numbers. He could look at any person and, in a matter of minutes, know their value down to the penny.
Jenna, this girl who had escaped, was not worth even that.
Chapter twelve
Once Talon had left the barn, still shrugging as if he didn't understand why this new girl was a big deal, Cain relaxed his arms a little from where they still wrapped around Jenna.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice sounding much kinder as he peered down at the woman pressed up against his chest.
For a moment longer, Jenna kept her face buried in his shirt before she pulled back to raise her eyes up to him. "He touched me," she said, her voice quivering.
Cain's frown briefly reappeared as he glared after Talon. "Yeah, he does that. He didn't mean anything by it."
"Didn't mean anything?"
The girl sounded puzzled. Cain sighed, reaching up and running one hand through his graying hair as he tried to figure out how to explain.
"Listen, around here, most of the girls tend to be, well, loose with their bodies," he tried. "They like sex, like giving themselves up to the men who come. Talon assumed you were like one of those girls, and thought that he was flirting with you."
Jenna shook her head. "I thought it was always my choice if I wanted to be with someone."
"It is, it is," Cain assured her. "But even though Talon was, well, handsy with you, he wouldn't have taken you, wouldn't have forced you. It was just his way of inviting you, even though he would have waited for you to accept."
"So touching someone is a way of flirting?" Jenna asked. Still pressed up
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