TWENTY-NINE
Tulsi didn’t want to answer him. Merchant would like that, he’d get off on watching her and Wreck together with his little camera. But with so many constraints and variables, they couldn’t be them. Not the real them.
Merchant would probably get mad if they didn’t put on a convincing show. In spite of that, she couldn’t care about his response like maybe she should. A familiar thought kept asserting itself ahead of that concern. Just like on the night of the stabbing, Tulsi didn’t want to give any of their intimacy to a man who didn’t deserve to witness it.
“You’ll never know,” she whispered, sensing Wreck’s shadow approach.
Merchant wasn’t as astute. “He’ll do whatever I tell him to do. Wreck works for me. He’ll do it or I’ll have other men do it for him… I’ll learn everyth
