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Chapter 67: Following Orders
This is torture waiting on Jase to give his commands. Only he may talk, having gone all Daddy Dom on us tonight. It’s difficult to not move or touch Carley unless he says so. The punishment for moving or talking without his commands is Ransom’s current predicament.
Ransom is tied up, and for once there isn’t panic on his face. He has never dealt with being tied. It usually triggers this feral reaction in him where he fights tooth and nail to be free.
I glance at the scar around my thumb from where he bit me the last time. I seriously have the worst luck that I share with Jase. Jase gets hurt in the field. I get hurt at home, usually because Arson talked me into doing something dangerous alongside him.
It was mea
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