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Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 6
Quinn For once, I woke in a dry, warm, soft bed with a cosy, clean pillow under my head that wasn’t crawling with lice. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, trying to remember the last few hours as best as I could. Troy disappeared the moment we walked into his massive, three-storey mansion. I hadn’t seen or heard anything from him since. Sebastian brought me up to this bedroom. It had an empty wardrobe and an empty dresser, but the bed was beautiful, modern, and made up with pretty white and blue linens. There was a single piece of modern art against the wall, and the gleaming hardwood floor was broken up by a large, light blue area rug. The bathroom was bigger than the one I had when I still lived at home. Everything inside was clean and smelled glorious. The counters were dark granite, off-set by large white tiles and black cabinets. There were large, deliciously clean and fluffy towels, and the floor was comfortably warm under my feet. Everything I needed was already in the bath
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 7
Quinn Walking down the three flights of stairs to the lobby was a challenge. I tightly held on to the railing as I carefully made my way down the wide staircase. I always found going down more difficult than going up. The mansion was magnificent. Instead of displaying his wealth in the form of expensive art, glittery chandeliers, and gaudy statues, Troy decided to fill the space with beautiful, healthy plants and water features. There was no clutter, no extra furniture where they weren’t needed, and only a few pieces of exquisite, tasteful oil paintings, breaking up the bare, sparkling white walls. The whole place screamed of understated wealth. The dark, granite floors were comfortably cool under my bare feet, and the place was absolutely spotless. There wasn’t a single speck of dust or cobweb in sight. We had a full staff at my childhood home, working around the clock to keep the place in order, and we’d still come across dust, dirty floors and cobwebs. It was nearly impossible
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 8
Troy Doctor Jacobs knocked and entered my office upon my command. He put his heavy black bag on the floor and sat down without waiting for an invitation. “Do you want a drink?” I asked. “Just water, thank you, I have more patients to see.” I pushed away from my desk, and went to the small bar fridge to get the doctor his water before I walked around it to perch on the edge of my table as I always do when someone I know and trust is in my office. “How is she?” “She’s malnourished and dehydrated, but in good health, all things considered.” He spent nearly an hour with Quinn, and I wasn't satistifed with his answer. “What about her foot? Is there something you can do?” The doctor woefully shook his head. “I can’t tell you. Without imaging, an MRI would be best, I can’t tell how extensive the damage is.” "When do you need her to go?" "She declined further medical attention." I snorted loudly. “When do you need her to go?" I repeated the question. "We can fit her in next week, but
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 9
TroyQuinn’s heart raged like a storm when I opened the closet in the small bedroom and lifted the hidden trapdoor that led to the bunker under the cabin.I went down first, standing at the bottom of the ladder, ready to catch her if her foot failed and she fell, but she managed the descend well. Going back up might be a problem, but I’d worry about that when we got there.I caught her in my arms when she took the last step and landed on the dirt floor. I didn’t need to do it, she was steady on her feet, but I wanted to. My treacherous heart flipped over when I held her, and electricity coursed through my body.Her heart slowed down and the wild breathing that stormed past her lips evened out. She had to be aware that the way she reacted to my touch wasn’t normal. Even pureblood humans could feel the mate bond to some extent.The air in the bunker was thick and musty. It smelled of the earth and the stagnant blood of the many people that had bled down here over the years. It reminded
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 10
Troy The rubber mallet was perfect for Quinn. It caused Gary’s fingers to break, but there wasn’t a lot of blood. The first time she brought the hammer down, it didn't cause him much pain, and the damage was minimal. “Try hitting him a little harder,” I said. She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her. I was so fucking hard, and my penis bent at an awkward, painful angle that made it difficult to think. I stepped away, back into the gloom, and undid my jeans, reaching inside my boxer briefs to adjust my erection before zipping up again. “Does…does violence turn you on?” Quinn asked behind me, a little uncertain still, but braver now. “Watching you does,” I said, sticking to my new honesty above all else rule. “If it were just
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 11
Quinn Just when I started to relax and think I was safe, Troy pulled a new one on me, coming out of nowhere with a question so bizarre I had no idea how to answer him. His eyes turned from warm to cold in split second, and his body went rigid when he pushed away from me. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t my friend or my lover. He was my owner, even if he claimed otherwise. He was just like Caroline. He wanted to use me for his own selfish needs. It would serve me well to remember that. I wasn’t living some happily ever after fairy tale here. He wanted to use me for whatever purpose I'd serve, and I used him so I wouldn’t have to spend another night out on the streets. Although, it didn't quite feel that way. Something else was happening between us, I just didn't know what that something was. “I don’t understand,” I said and folded my arms around my rapidly cooling body. “I’m human, just like you.” “Stop lying to me!” He violently slapped the surface of the lake with
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 12
Quinn The ride into town with Tony was a lot more enjoyable than the two rides I’d shared with Troy so far. Without his boss present, Tony was a pleasant, chatty individual. “Why do you work for a man like Troy?” I asked on a whim when the conversation dried up a little. “He’s the best of the bosses. He gives us a bigger cut than anyone else.” "Why don't you just do a regular job?" Tony took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at me, then turned back to pay attention to his driving. "Not all of us are fortunate enough to have good opportunities. You should know that better than most." “Yes, but Troy...he’s so…so…” “Violent? They all are Miss, but Mister Bailey is fair. Strict, but fair, and...He doesn’t deal in humans and drugs like the others.” “That’s where you draw the line?” “Human trafficking is where a lot of us draw the line. I started out working for Lawson. My first assignment was loading little girls into containers to be shipped off for sex work overseas.” I
Maybe Wrong, Maybe Right Chapter 13
Troy I felt pretty damn good about myself when I left Quinn’s room. I was bred to possess every wolf talent, but I rarely used my healing abilities - they tended to be slapdash at best, and if I wasn’t completely focused on the task, and a hundred percent committed to it, I could just as easily kill someone as heal them. True healers were rare and usually loyal only to their packs and their Alphas. Most wolves, especially rogues, had to rely on physicians like Doctor Jacobs. I had hoped that there was some kind of human operation that would help Quinn so I wouldn’t have to call in a favour to an Alpha with a pack healer. If she was right though, and it looked as if she was, human medicine couldn’t help her, and a good, true healer was her only chance. My wolf was once again quiet and under control. It took me the whole drive home and a very long shower to get the fucker back in his place. I feared that he’d surface again when I went to Quinn, but he was quiet the whole time, seemin
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