”S-Sir—”

“Hush now,” the man interjected. “Please, don’t lower yourself by calling me that. You’re Brendan’s b*tch, not mine, remember? You wanted a piece of him so hard, you’d tell him everything about our plan and sell Watson out. You’re so out of my control I can hardly be called your master.”

He sounded humorous, but Charlene shuddered. The look in his eyes screamed murder—and it oozed out of his contempt.

Charlene’s teeth chattered as she threw her arms around the man’s thigh. “No! It’s not what you think, sir! I’ve always been loyal to you! Always! How could I possibly, willingly, betray you? He forced me to do it during the wedding! I had no choice! I just want Brendan to trust me… And then I can get Connor out of his bind!

“Don’t you get it? I’m doing all of this for our plan, too!”

The man snickered. Before she had a chance to understand him, someone flanking the man swung his leg at her, sending her flying several meters away.

“Who do you think you are, touching our m