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“I prefer my fee to be paid in other ways, but I haven’t gotten off in ages,” he reveals.

“It’s hard when the girls want to hop on your dick, but you’re not interested,” I chuckle. “Who on my roster do you know? I have a bunch of newbies, and I need to figure out what makes them tick before class. Can you help me out?”

Handing him the list, I watch his face as he goes down it. Zachary goes markedly pale when he hits a certain name.

“Woah. Who did you just see? Don’t lie,” I growl. I’m not to be fucked with. I’m even more vindictive than my sister in many ways.

“I… no one. I can help you with Robin Weyls,” Zachary says hurriedly to deflect.

“Who else?” I insist, watching him carefully.

Zachary rattles off two more names, and my eyes narrow. “Don’t you have a sister about to turn twenty-three soon? I’m sure her record isn’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I bet she’s really pretty, and can be convinced to choose FRC as her punishment during sentencing,” I taunt. “I bet she’ll fuck like a porn star too. Like sister, like brother… Or maybe she’s into girls…”

“Leave my sister alone!” Zachary roars as I smirk. “Kailee is a good girl, and isn’t meant for this place.”

“I think that depends on what you have to tell me, friend. Don’t you think?” I ask, completely calm. I am, after all, holding all of the cards.

Blowing out a breath, Zachary shakes his head. “Look, this girl is nice. She doesn’t deserve whatever you’re planning,” he says.

“It’s just a bit of field training. I need to know what she’s afraid of, because this girl needs to be broken of it. What’s going to happen if she’s triggered while on a job?” I demand. “Tell me. I’ll find out from someone else, and it’ll be much worse. Or better, because six months from now I’ll have your sister riding my cock.”

Grunting, Zachary’s hands start to shake as he struggles with his anger and supposedly loyalty between this girl and his sister.

“Fine! Drizella Tremaine is extremely claustrophobic,” he says, his eyes closing for a moment as he admits defeat.

“Okay, and…?” I nudge, not understanding what the big deal is.

“She’s got a lot of anxiety around it. The dining hall can be a lot for her at times, I think, and Silla had a hard time breathing. I think she may suffer from panic attacks due to some kind of trauma,” he explains. “We haven’t really talked about it, and I don’t want to dig so you can get off on her pain. That’s all I’ll tell you. I already feel like a piece of shit, because I promised I’d never use it against her.”

Smiling savagely, I realize this is the pretty raven-haired girl that’s got my sister all twisted up in knots. Andrya will be happy, and she’ll tell me I’m the best brother in the whole wide world.

“You’ll do what you’re told, boy,” I grunt. “If I tell you to bury that girl in a hole and walk away, then that’s what you’ll fucking do. Is that understood?”

Zachary blinks furiously, and I can see the spark of tears. I do love making grown men cry.

“Yes, Sir,” he whispers.

“Now go find that information for me, and make sure you don’t tell anyone about this. If you’re incapable of keeping your shit together, avoid the Tremaine girl. Is that understood?” I ask.

“I… fuck. Yes, Sir. If I avoid her, she’ll know something is wrong,” he explains, swallowing hard.

“Tell her you’re working on an assignment, which isn’t a lie. I want dirt on those names before the end of the day,” I demand.

Nodding, he hands the list back, walking quickly away. Grinning, I practically skip to find my sister. Maybe I’ll tell her the good news.

I’m stopped four times on my way to the instructors lounge by recruits eager to tell me about what they've learned. By the time I reach the room, I’m starving.

Making my way through the line, I pick up food before finding my sister in a corner eating. Andrya rarely eats lunch with anyone other than Sidney and I.

“I found out some interesting things about our recruits,” I greet her as I sit down.

“I hope it’s good. I need to hear some juicy gossip,” Andrya complains.

Ignoring her, I take a bite of my food, waiting for her to ask nicely.

“Ayden, Gods. Okay, please best brother in the world, tell me about what you’ve accomplished today?” she asks, both excited and exasperated with me.

Telling her dirt about the inconsequential people in our class, I take her through their secrets.