Breaking Free: A thriller, M/F, erotic romance by Danielle Aretino
Authors: Danielle Aretino
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intervened. Dan's ominous inner circle of guys… They'd string her up and cut her apart, piece by piece, when they pinned the murder on her.
No thanks. She'd rather keep fucking Dan, as terrible a lay as he was, and use him for protection against Red.
Grabbing her phone, she punched in Red's number and crouched down by the door, far enough away from the bedroom so that Dan wouldn't be able to hear her. The guy was passed out hard anyway, but there was always the worry that she'd be discovered.
Red picked up on the second ring, grunting into the phone.
"I can't do this, Red," she snapped, her eyes darting to the bedroom door. Her outfit was giving her a rash, and she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she started undoing the buckles. "I can't… do what you want."
"Sandy…" He sighed heavily, and it sounded like he was moving around somewhere on his end of the phone. "Sandy, we had a deal. You either do this, or I come to collect."
"Oh, what are you going to do if I don't have the money?" she spat, rolling her eyes. Red was a gnat compared to some of the other guys in the gang. A sexy gnat, sure, but she could probably handle herself with him. However, the tone he took with her made her think twice, and she swallowed hard.
"Sandy, you do not want to test me on this," he told her, practically growling through the phone. "I swear that if you push me, I'll show you that I can be even worse than Dan, and that's saying something."
"But—"
"Sandy, don't make me prove how serious I am about this." She pressed her lips together, eyes watery. Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell. Just because she owed him a big chunk of money over a problem she had dragged him into in the first place, didn't mean he owned her. "Do you have the collar?"
She nodded, and when he sighed heavily, she managed to get out a meek, "Yes."
"Good. Tomorrow night… Go to his place and make it work. If the deed isn't done by midnight tomorrow, our deal is done, and the original debt is doubled."
Her stomach dropped at the threat, and she fell back against the door, grinding her teeth, infuriated.
"Am I clear?" he asked, some of the malice gone from his tone—it had transferred to Sandy instead, and if he was here right now, she would have stabbed him with a kitchen knife. But he had her cornered… For now.
He didn't realize what a soft spot Dan had developed for her. What a rude awakening that was going to be.
"Yeah, Red, I'm sorry," she lied, shaking her head and exhaling loudly. "I just got cold feet. I'll do everything you need tomorrow night. I promise."
"I'll be watching to make sure you do."
And with that, the line went dead. Sandy gripped her phone tightly, slowly rising to her feet with shaky legs. Oh, watch all you want, Red. He could watch her go straight in to Dan's house tomorrow night, and then he'd see Dan marching straight back out with a shotgun, ready to blow his traitorous brains out.
Chapter 8
"You know what, Red?" Sandy picked at her nails in the front seat of her car, studying Dan's front porch from the driveway. The light had flickered on as soon as she arrived, and she figured he was expecting her. On the phone, Red Parker was practically gnashing his teeth together. "I'm not going to kill Dan today. I brought the collar like you said, but you know… I think the gang will kill me when they find out what happened. No thanks."
"Sandy, I'm going to make sure you're safe once this is all finished, I swear—"
"Somehow I don't believe you," she sighed, then twisted her car mirror to double-check her make-up. She'd dressed up a little tonight, hoping Dan might notice. "So I think I'm just going to tell him your little plan, and then we'll go from there."
"I wouldn't do that," he said, and she swore there was a hint of panic in his voice. "Sandy, Dan tends to be a… shoot the messenger kind of guy. Don't put yourself in
No thanks. She'd rather keep fucking Dan, as terrible a lay as he was, and use him for protection against Red.
Grabbing her phone, she punched in Red's number and crouched down by the door, far enough away from the bedroom so that Dan wouldn't be able to hear her. The guy was passed out hard anyway, but there was always the worry that she'd be discovered.
Red picked up on the second ring, grunting into the phone.
"I can't do this, Red," she snapped, her eyes darting to the bedroom door. Her outfit was giving her a rash, and she held the phone to her ear with her shoulder as she started undoing the buckles. "I can't… do what you want."
"Sandy…" He sighed heavily, and it sounded like he was moving around somewhere on his end of the phone. "Sandy, we had a deal. You either do this, or I come to collect."
"Oh, what are you going to do if I don't have the money?" she spat, rolling her eyes. Red was a gnat compared to some of the other guys in the gang. A sexy gnat, sure, but she could probably handle herself with him. However, the tone he took with her made her think twice, and she swallowed hard.
"Sandy, you do not want to test me on this," he told her, practically growling through the phone. "I swear that if you push me, I'll show you that I can be even worse than Dan, and that's saying something."
"But—"
"Sandy, don't make me prove how serious I am about this." She pressed her lips together, eyes watery. Fuck him. Fuck him straight to hell. Just because she owed him a big chunk of money over a problem she had dragged him into in the first place, didn't mean he owned her. "Do you have the collar?"
She nodded, and when he sighed heavily, she managed to get out a meek, "Yes."
"Good. Tomorrow night… Go to his place and make it work. If the deed isn't done by midnight tomorrow, our deal is done, and the original debt is doubled."
Her stomach dropped at the threat, and she fell back against the door, grinding her teeth, infuriated.
"Am I clear?" he asked, some of the malice gone from his tone—it had transferred to Sandy instead, and if he was here right now, she would have stabbed him with a kitchen knife. But he had her cornered… For now.
He didn't realize what a soft spot Dan had developed for her. What a rude awakening that was going to be.
"Yeah, Red, I'm sorry," she lied, shaking her head and exhaling loudly. "I just got cold feet. I'll do everything you need tomorrow night. I promise."
"I'll be watching to make sure you do."
And with that, the line went dead. Sandy gripped her phone tightly, slowly rising to her feet with shaky legs. Oh, watch all you want, Red. He could watch her go straight in to Dan's house tomorrow night, and then he'd see Dan marching straight back out with a shotgun, ready to blow his traitorous brains out.
Chapter 8
"You know what, Red?" Sandy picked at her nails in the front seat of her car, studying Dan's front porch from the driveway. The light had flickered on as soon as she arrived, and she figured he was expecting her. On the phone, Red Parker was practically gnashing his teeth together. "I'm not going to kill Dan today. I brought the collar like you said, but you know… I think the gang will kill me when they find out what happened. No thanks."
"Sandy, I'm going to make sure you're safe once this is all finished, I swear—"
"Somehow I don't believe you," she sighed, then twisted her car mirror to double-check her make-up. She'd dressed up a little tonight, hoping Dan might notice. "So I think I'm just going to tell him your little plan, and then we'll go from there."
"I wouldn't do that," he said, and she swore there was a hint of panic in his voice. "Sandy, Dan tends to be a… shoot the messenger kind of guy. Don't put yourself in
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