I look at Anastasia smiling and understand that what Clint tells me is very important to me. I have to make that motherfucking pimp of her mother pay for everything. Whatever it takes. He must die in terrible agony, paying for all his sins. I know that it was he who brought Ana s mother to the panel. It was because of him that the child did not have a childhood. We quickly go up to the office, and I lock it from the inside.
- Well? I ask Eastwood authoritatively.
- My Lord, we found him. This man's name is Woody Johnson and he lives in Harlem. We almost caught him, but we were interrupted by a girl - apparently his daughter. A glorious creature about eight years old. I wouldn t mind having one of these for dinner, Clint licks his lips.
If you help me catch Johnson, the girl is yours. Call all the hunters, gather the best of the best. Get ready for the big New Year's hunt. I will personally lead it, my voice is full of anticipation. There is no better time to hunt than on the eve of a holiday.
- Miss Still knows? Clint asks, looking down.
- No, not yet. But soon I will bring her to the playroom and begin to throw off the halo of a noble knight. Let's see if she likes the dark Master - I go to the bar that is located against the wall, take out two glasses and a decanter of viscous blood-red liquid. I pour it into glasses and hand one to Clint.
You looked happy with her, my lord, my servant takes a sip and purrs, this is not just lust.
- That's right, it's sympathy. I will lead this girl down all my dark paths. I will make her Dark - a concubine faithful to me, who is ready to give her life for me. And of course, I will teach her to love herself. I don't need a vanilla princess who wallows in self-pity, I need a fighter. A cynical, strong-willed woman who can stand up for herself. Ask Alex to prepare a Non-Disclosure Agreement and Contract. Tomorrow morning, they should be on my table, I take a sip and grin, however, my baby has the makings.
Eastwood nods and disappears into a puff of smoke. Left alone, I finish the blood and go to Anya.
Dinner for two is laid out in the kitchen. Candles are burning, quiet music is playing, Ana is sitting at the table in a chic blue dress with a deep neckline and a slit at the hem. I bet my beautiful bitch wasn't wearing lingerie.
You re taking too long, Anastasia crosses her legs and I turn out to be right.
I m sorry, I kiss her tenderly on the cheek, it was difficult. Have you changed your clothes?
- Yes, I asked Mi to get me this dress. I know I look like a whore in it, but I like it. Ana makes a cute face and takes a sip of mulled wine. - And you?
You can wear it, but only with me. I don t want men to drool over you and offer to give you a blow job for a new phone, I grin and sit down opposite her.
Well, the only one I ll suck is you, her neat foot slips out of the shoe and strokes mine.
Ana, stop it I wasn t ready for this. I didn t have time to gather my thoughts, I didn t have time to prepare a speech about BDSM. Fuck, you fucking rebel.
- You don `t want me? Gray, why then did you drag me here, suck me under the mistletoe, give me an animal. Yes, I m only 18, but my psychological and spiritual age is somewhere around 30, Ana takes my hand.
I m old enough to be your grandfather, I try to slow her down. But Still, pushing away the glass and pancakes, climbs onto the table and crawls towards me. He grabs the lapels of his jacket and kisses him passionately. I push her away and look into her eyes.
- Oh, everything is clear. Not worth it. And I was thinking, Ana gets off the table and goes to the elevator.
Well, I do not! No one has ever called me impotent.
Ana's POV
Stupid, drunken fool! This dinner went to hell as soon as I drank three glasses of Mulled wine. What am I even talking about? We need to get out of here. And in the morning, when you are sober, apologize. With these thoughts I go to the elevator. Smoother, Still, smoother. I will never drink mulled wine again, damn it. Beer doesn't make me sick like that. Okay, I'm almost at the elevator, great. Suddenly, Gray catches up with me and grabs my hand.
- What, grandfather, should I take you across the road? - I giggle and suddenly Christian slaps me in the face, grabs me by the neck and presses his lips to my lips.
These feelings: the passion from his kiss and the pain from the slap mix and excite me. The legs become weak and heaviness appears in the lower abdomen. Christian grabs me by the hair and drags me to the second floor. Gray, fucker, it hurts! We are at the top in no time and stop at the ebony door.
Miss Still, you need a good spanking, Christian hisses and I feel scared. This quiet, cold, insinuating voice and wild, crazy eyes hypnotize me. He opens the door and pushes me in the back. I fall inside the room and look up in fear.