Michael
“Do you return her back to the cellar just to be here with me tonight Ryder”
“Yes, is there any problem with that…”
“No Ryder but enough, let her go… sell her out as it supposed to be, you can't just keep her here,” I muttered.
“What is the problem with you, I f*****g said no… she needs to suffer more, her father killed my mother remember,” he spat.
“I know but the best way is to sell her out like Father wants Ryder,” I grunt.
“No Michael, I can handle her myself… and I need to make Bruce suffer…”
“Do we have an agreement now?”
“Mmm, whatever you wish.” He nibbles on my ear. “Will you let me f**k you now?”
“No.”
He lifts his head, and I can see the lines of frustration etching deep in his forehead.
“Is this another game?”
“Not really.” “Then what?” “It’s just...” “Ju
