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What the hell did she do for that to happen? There’s a lot I don’t know about Drizella Tremaine.

Once we arrive upstairs at the apartment door, it’s flung open. A girl embraces them both excitedly. “Are you guys hungry? I had to beat everyone else away to make them wait. Why do you two smell like sex?”

Sidney barks out a laugh as he buries his face into the girl’s neck.

“I needed a taste of our girl, Sweetness. We have a guest it seems,” he murmurs against her skin as he kisses it.

Surprised, the girl glances at me. There’s a glare that appears immediately as she realizes who I am. Shit, it appears my bad behavior is preceding me.

“Ugh. Sidney, can’t we chain him somewhere?” she complains, making Silla giggle.

“Andrya, I already suggested it, and Sidney is making me play nice,” she whisper-shouts in her ear.

“I can still hear you, Mistress,” I say drolly.

Andrya’s eyes widen as she looks over at Sidney. “Did you bring the collar from FRC?” she asks with a wicked grin as she walks inside.

As we follow, he cocks his head to the side as he thinks. “Actually… I did because it allowed me to make sure one of my pots wouldn’t fall over,” he grins. “I’ll grab it. I should be able to make it fit. Pet, come shower with me, or none of them will be able to concentrate.”

Because of… the sex. Fuck. My cock is swelling at the thought of where they would have been having sex. They’re both in workout clothes, though she’s wearing a hooded sweatshirt that’s covering most of her body.

Silla waves at the guys in the living room before she disappears into a bedroom with Sidney.

A large man who reminds me of an immovable giant walks out the kitchen, sucking on a spoon. It seems odd to me that someone so large would be doing something as innocuous as this.

“Hey big man, stop flirting,” another man teases him. I really wish they’d acknowledge me or something. I feel really fucking awkward right now. “Or at least share some of your dessert.”

There’s a small bowl of what looks like chocolate in his other hand, and his lips twitch as he puts the spoon back into it.

“I’m making a chocolate cake, and as a kid, I always ate some of the batter,” he says with a grin. “I’m not above dropping some on my dick, though, Ayden.”

Ayden’s eyes grow big as a man with glasses rolls his eyes. “That wouldn’t be for you, Ayden. I’m glad to help provide you with spank bank material, though. Grayson, a cake, holy fuck. You’re spoiling us now.”

Grayson chuckles with a shrug before his gaze moves to me. The light hearted smile melts away in front of me, and I find myself missing it. Damnit.

“You’re on quite a few people’s shit lists. Is someone getting the dog a collar?” Grayson asks. I’m definitely going to dislike being here, but I owe Silla a lot of groveling. I should have brought Kal with me. People tend to like him more.

“Yep, Sidney says he has at least one,” Andrya grins as she starts to set the table.

“Is that because you have a dog?” I ask hopefully.Please don’t be some kind of weird sex thing…

“Nope, where would we put a dog in a prison camp?” Ayden scoffs.

I can’t stand all of the questions building up in my head and I can feel my nose scrunching from the stress.

“You look as if your brain is about to explode,” Grayson rumbles with an evil smile. “Cinder has a reform camp about six hours north of here. It’s not very well known, mostly because she uses it to train her spies. I was the warden there up until a few days ago, and Isaac, the twins, and Sidney were instructors. The Queen wants us to deliver you to her because you threaten her very cushy life. We are tired of her bullshit.”

“That’s the cliff notes version,” Sidney says, coming back into the room alone. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my head back as he loops a collar around my neck. “I need you to consent to wearing this collar for as long as I feel is needed. Yes or no? Understand that if you say no, I will throw your ass out, and you will not speak to Silla again. What is your decision?”

Fuck, that’s not much of a decision is it?

“I consent,” I grumble with a scowl.

“You’re not as pretty when you make that face,” Sidney says with a feral smile as he buckles the collar around my neck. It’s just tight enough that I’ll never forget it’s there, though I can still breathe. “On your knees.”

As he lets go of my hair, I drop to my knees for him. “Good boy,” he mutters as he walks away. “The Queen cut our funding because we were protecting Silla last year. We are responsible for a lot of people, so we did what we needed to do to feed them. We grew our own vegetables, picked up extra jobs to refill the camp’s coffers for things like electricity, and kept trucking.”

“Except there was a spy,” Silla says from the edge of the living room, her gaze dispassionately on me. “There was a man named Zachary who tried to befriend and fuck me over my first week or two at FRC. He told someone that I was deathly afraid of small spaces.”