Chapter 113. I Agree To the Threesome

Dean grabbed the man by the hair now, and hauled him up to his knees, caressing his face with the kettlebell.

“He is not my lover!” I screamed again.

“It's unbelievable that your screams have not stirred him awake.” Dean said in a studious voice like he was a scientist observing a test rat. “Just how hard did you knock him out, huh?” He looked towards the place where his horrid-looking guards stood.

“Dean let him go.” I cried now, “He has still not recovered from the last time.”

“I doubt that, baby. A sick man does not go clubbing.”

“Please!”

“Wake him up,” Dean grimaced, giving his guards a look. “I cannot kill a man without telling him his offense.” 

Kill? Did he just say kill, or was this another game like he played with Keith?

A guard stepped forward with a bowl of water as if he had been waiting for the command, and emptied the content down the crown of his head.

Harper coughed, wheezing, and gaining consciousness.

“Ah,