"Yelara's Arrival"
By: Yelara Neerou
Dargus Kandran
Pilot [NPC]

Location: En route to Drogen Shipyards
Date: Eos 19, 3 ABY

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"Approaching Tae'Karada," the pilot called back to Yelara.

"Great," Yelara grumbled unenthusiastically as she grasped the arm of the passenger's chair. Her hands were beginning to ache, and her knuckles visibly white, but she dared not release her grip. The entire ride over, she had only released her hands to occasionally wipe the beads of sweat that had developed on her forehead. The temperature in the ship was fine; it was the flying part that was causing her to sweat profusely. Yelara hated to fly. Whenever she told anyone that, they laughed at her, laughing at the irony that Yelara was a mechanic and ships were her livelihood, yet she panicked just stepping onto one.

Yelara's heart raced as visions of ships imploding flashed through her mind. She'd heard all the stories: ships colliding with asteroids, hull breaches that sucked the oxygen from the inside of the ship, but the worst of the stories were the ones where the passengers, after some accident, ended up being flushed out into the inhospitable vacuum of space. Yelara imagined what it would be like, floating alone in the dark, cold abyss. She was almost certain they didn't die instantly; their lungs probably collapsed from the strain of trying to breathe in oxygen that just wasn't there. Her own chest began to ache as she pictured the people sucking in the dense vacuum, scratching at their throats, their screams trapped in their own bodies. She wondered what last thoughts whirled around in their heads in those last few moments of life. They probably thought the easiest way to come back from the dead seek revenge against the one who built that shoddy piece of junk they were flying in, she thought sourly.

"You ok?" the pilot asked as he looked over at Yelara, who was now gasping for air.

"I will be once I get on solid ground," she answered in between breaths.

"Well the shipyards aren't exactly what I'd call 'solid ground'," the pilot said with a smile.

"Yeah, well it's close enough."

The comm device began to beep and the pilot answered. He began conversing with someone on the other end, but Yelara was too preoccupied to listen in. "Ok, we're cleared for docking. I'm bringing the ship in."

"Fine, but take it easy, alright?" Yelara said as she closed her eyes tightly.

The pilot grinned and gunned the controls. The ship jolted forward at an incredible pace and Yelara let out a cry. "You son of a bitch!" she yelled. The pilot laughed and eased up on the controls, slowing down the ship with a jerk. Yelara breathed even more heavily now, her heart racing faster than it had before. The pilot, to Yelara's delight, docked the ship and turned off its engines. Yelara let out a huge sigh of relief and quickly got out of the chair. "This is for that little stunt back there." She clenched her fist and sent it into the pilot's jaw. "Thanks for the ride," she said pleasantly, with a smile and a wink as she turned and walked down the ramp, finally getting off of the ship.

***

Yelara began grumbling under her breath. She'd been there for twenty standard minutes, and the only person she'd met was some Rodian who only understood the word 'creds'. She shifted the bag hanging from her shoulder and began looking for someone who appeared to knew something about anything. Yelara could faintly hear voices and music from somewhere down the hallway, and voices meant people. "Finally! Maybe someone can tell me where the hell I can find a room," Yelara said in an agitated voice.

She began to pick up the pace and followed the sound of the music as it got louder. Yelara rounded a corner, but before she knew it, she collided with a tall, dark man. She stumbled, but the man grabbed ahold of her and helped her regain her balance. She looked up and stared into the dark eyes of the stranger hovering high above her. He was handsome enough and in very good shape. Just her type. Yelara cleared her throat and said, with a smile, "Why, hello there. Know a good place I can bunk for the night?"

The tall, dark man just stood there with a huge grin on his face, and not saying word. She furrowed her brow and asked again, "I asked if you knew where I could find a bed for the night. Do you?"

"I've got room in my bed," he said with a leering smile. "And, it's quite comfortable. But, I think you should see that for yourself." His eyes roamed over her body, discarding the clothing in his mind and savouring the body beneath. "That was a pickup line, my dear."

Yelara knew his type instantly. Suave, over-confident, a real lady's man, but not her type - at least not right now. She wasn't in the mood to flirt. She was tired, and hungry and really needed to get some rest. "Look if you're not gonna help me, could you at least point me in the direction of someone who works around here. The foreman, maybe?" she asked impatiently.

"Well, I happen to be the owner. Your lucky day, I must say. So, I can help you out, though it'll cost." He surreptitiously reached out for her, not wanting to startle her. "So, why are you here?"

"See, I sent a transmission and set up an appointment with some guy, who, by the way, neglected to tell me his name, and now I'm stuck wandering around asking everyone if they've seen him, whoever he is. So, are you gonna stand there, smiling all night or are you gonna help me?" Yelara asked, with a bit of an attitude while tapping her foot impatiently in the corridor.

"If I can't help you, no one can," he said, the double-meaning of his words apparently lost on her. He'd fix that though. "Sounds like you're in a rough spot." He put his hands on her waist, and his smile wasn't the only thing growing. "So what are you willing to pay?"

Yelara looked down in disbelief. He was very forward, that was for certain, but his advances were quite unwelcome. She wriggled out of his grasp, and as she did, something finally clicked in her head. "Wait a minute. You said you own this place? Dargus Kandran, right?"

"Ready to service," he said.

"Well, your reputation certainly precedes you, Mr. Kandran," Yelara said with a grin as she caught him looking down her top. "Yelara Neerou, your new shipyard mechanic." Yelara held out her hand, waiting for Dargus to shake it.

Dargus took her hand in his and then pressed his lips to it. "A pleasure, Yelara. Though, you don't quite have the look of a mechanic." Her leather outfit was exquisite, and perfectly formed to her luscious body. He wondered how long she'd fight against him as he made her his. Oh, to have her among his stable would be a treat indeed.

"I must say you are a very popular man, Mr. Kandran. I've also heard about your cause...well, your father's cause."

"I don't quite know which cause you mean," Dargus said. "I have so many. I'm quite a man of the people. Well, the women anyway. You would look ravishing in a native gown." He stepped closer and put his hands to her waist once more. Very nice indeed.

Yelara was getting agitated now. He just didn't seem to get the hint. "Lay a finger on me again and I will tear each and every one of them from your hand. Got it?" Yelara said as she glared at Dargus. It was difficult to look threatening to such a tall man as Dargus was, but she hoped she could intimidate him at least a little.

Dargus had reflexes like a Jedi Knight and had his vibroblade at Yelara's throat in the span of a heartbeat. "Never." He let a slow smile creep across his features. "Threaten." He brought a hand to her breast and squeezed it. "Dargus Kandran." He massaged her breast for a moment, enjoying the look on her face as he did. "Do it again, and there won't be enough of you left to fertilize the High Prince's garden. I am Dargus Kandran and threats against my life usually make for a very short and painful life. You understand me, bitch?"

Yelara glared at Dargus, breathing heavily now and staring into his eyes. "You don't scare me, Kandran. You're just a petty criminal out for the almighty credit and you use brute force to get what you want. You're just a coward, and I can tell that if positions were reversed right now, you'd be begging for your life."

Yelara didn't make a move, even though she was aching to rip his hand from her breast and break every finger on it. She had to admit, though, she was feeling.something that came close to arousal. It must have been the fear of death that was bringing it on, and once she had her hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing the life out of him, it would probably pass.

"You currently have a sniper with your pretty little head centred in the sights of his blaster rifle. One wrong move and you'll wind up as dead as the old high princess. I am the most well protected man in this sector, and have escaped death more times than you've had years." He shifted his hand to the other breast and nodded approval. "I don't know who's been passing you your information but I like to stand in the middle. That's where all the credits fall." His fingers played with the edge of the top she wore, teasing the skin as he fondled the nicest pair of breasts he'd had his hands on in a very long time. "Supple. I like them that way." He laughed a cruel and menacing laugh. It was his staple.

Yelara clenched her teeth, trying to force back her disgust and anger, and also trying to stop herself from kneeing him in the crotch. She glanced around looking for the sniper he had spoken of, but she kept returning to his gaze. Yelara knew the only way to get anywhere with a guy like Dargus, was to play along. She smiled seductively and took her hand, placing it over his, which was still on her breast. She gripped his hand tightly and pressed it hard against her breast. She took her other hand and ran it down his chest, stopping at his crotch. She began gently groping him, licking her lips. "Very supple yourself," she said in a whisper. If she couldn't reason with him the way she had wanted to, she would have to try it his way. "Now I can see why you're so popular with the ladies."

Dargus let out a bellow of a laugh. "I often receive compliments on my endowments. I imagine you do as well. Unfortunately, your little game is quite transparent. You don't like me, and I disgust you. However, I really don't care. I do what I want, to whom I want. And, no one has the power to stop me."

Yelara reached down his leather pants now, and gripped his cock, running her hand up and down slowly and squeezing. Her chest was heaving and she moaned softly as she kept Dargus' hand firmly on her breast. "What do you say I take you up on your earlier offer? I bet a guy like you, with tonnes of credits in the bank, can afford a pretty big bed," Yelara said seductively, emphasizing the word 'big' as she looked down at where her hand was underneath his pants. "Hmm?"

"It's the biggest bed in the quadrant," he said with a smug grin. "It's the perfect size for an orgy, but is just fine for two people as well." He slipped a hand inside her top and brushed across the tender skin of her breasts before moving out and around to her back. He slowly trailed his fingers down her spine until he was able to grip her rear. His other hand didn't waver with the vibroblade at her throat.

"If you have the stamina, you're more than welcome to join me for the evening. I have three of my concubines scheduled, but if you're good I can give them the night off." The vibroblade disappeared back onto his person. A subtle move told the sniper concealed above that all was clear. "The quarters here are good. I think you will enjoy yourself." He pushed her in front of him and headed off toward the large room he kept on the shipyards. He smiled to himself as visions of his night with this one sensuously played through his mind.

Great, Yelara. How are you gonna get yourself outta this one? Yelara scoffed silently as she remembered his remark. "Three or four concubines in one night. Yeah right," she mumbled under her breath. Yelara shuddered as she remembered the way his hand felt on her breast, and at the thought of what was going to come next. "So, which one's yours?" she asked, masking the unease that was creeping into her voice.

"Calm yourself," he said with a smile. "We're almost there. Just keep moving and shaking that pretty little ass of yours. We'll get there, and I'll show you supple like you've never seen it."

Yelara sighed heavily. She still felt her dagger in her boot, making sure it was there in case it came to that. "So, will your pal over there be joining us?" she asked, referring to the sniper.

Dargus made a noise of disgust. "Only me," he snapped. "I never share my bed with other men." She was thinking twice about her decision. Fear, he thought, very nice.

Her mind was racing. Of course, she had been with men before, but that was with her consent. She was doing this to save her life, but wondered if death would be a much better alternative. "Well, I guess I'll take the floor. You can have the bed," she said coyly, hoping, by some long shot, that he would agree.

"You sleep with me," he said, his voice a growl. "Don't think about backing out now. I would really hate to have to get upset with you. Believe me, you don't want that. If you prefer it on the floor, we'll share it together. Nice and close and sexy."

As they walked through the corridors of the station, the others quickly moved out of Dargus' way. They showed him respect, but it was a respect borne of intense fear. Curious eyes followed Yelara as well, knowing exactly what she was to Dargus Kandran. Some looked with pity, some with fascination. Most quickly looked away.

Finally a door slid aside before them revealing a very large room decorated in blacks and golds. The manufacture of every object was of the highest order. The entire arrangement spoke of unfathomable wealth and opulence. The bed, as he'd indicated, was quite large and could easily sleep six.

Yelara stared at the bed and swallowed hard. Her hands were getting sweaty and her heart was racing. The room was enormous! Yelara had never seen a room as big, but she didn't let the extravagance take her mind off the reason she was there. I have got to get outta here and off this floating brothel, she thought as she turned to Dargus with a smile. "Um, do you have anywhere I can freshen up?" she asked as she moved slightly away from him. The smile on his face was beginning to creep her out. He was a big man and if she did try to run, he could take her down in a second.

Laughter rippled from deep inside Kandran. He only watched her for a moment and then smiled at the barely audible click of the doors locking into place. "You are mine for the night. All the locks are controlled by me. And, that is the only door." He indicated a door to the side of the room. "By all means, freshen up. Don't dally though. I am quite intrigued to see how fair that skin really is under all that succulent leather." His eyes bore into her like embers smouldering in a fire. "I don't like to be kept waiting."

"Well, I was repairing a freighter before I got here, so I'm a little dirty, as you can see," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and displaying her hands to him. She continued to walk backwards as he began to approach her. Her legs suddenly hit the bed and she fell onto it. Great. Give him an even bigger invitation, she chided to herself. She scrambled to get back to her feet, but Dargus didn't waste any time. She had nowhere to go now.

Dargus' leering smile followed her. "I see you are impatient as well," he said. "Though, you did say you wished to freshen up."

"I do. I was just getting myself familiarized with the surroundings," Yelara answered with a nervous grin.

"Go then," he ordered. "You have thirty minutes. After that, I will carry you out if I need to." He took a step closer. "Perhaps this will teach you to keep your advances in check if you don't wish to back them up. Now move. Twenty-nine minutes and I'm growing impatient."

Yelara cautiously got off the bed, keeping her eye on Dargus the whole time. She slowly walked backwards, still looking at Dargus. "I won't be long...Dargus." Just saying his name made her shudder in disgust. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door quickly behind her. She leaned against the door, listening to see what Dargus was up to on the other side. He seemed to be behaving himself, so Yelara walked to the tap and turned on the water. She looked around the room, trying to find any route of escape. There has got to be a ventilation shaft somewhere, she thought frantically.

"Twenty-seven minutes," he called out. "You really must relax, my dear. I am an excellent lover. And, you've already felt what I have to offer you. Just think of that, pleasuring you as you've never had it before. Twenty-six minutes."

"I'm almost done. This grease is hard to get off," she called out. "You cocky son of a bitch," she added quietly. Yelara couldn't find any way out. The place was completely sealed up, which it would have to be for someone who probably had as many enemies as Dargus had. Yelara began washing her hands, trying to think of some way to get out of this predicament. Yelara scrubbed her hands hard and furiously.

"Hurry, Yelara," he called again, the anger and impatience in his voice apparent. "I have quite the treat for you if you hurry. Though, it may be rougher on you if you keep me waiting."

"Yeah Yeah," she scoffed under her breath. Yelara turned off the water and looked into the mirror...a rather big mirror, which was only fitting for a man as vain as Dargus appeared to be. Yelara wasn't timid when it came to sex, that was for certain, but the look on Dargus' face was just turning her off somehow. "You can do this Yelara. While you're doing it, just picture that hot guy from Mos Eisley you did it with three times in one night." Yelara chuckled quietly and dried off her hands. She took a deep breath, turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Dargus watched her lazily as she returned to the room. He smiled at her and nodded his approval. "I have waited long enough," he said. "Time for you to earn your night's stay. Now, you are mine to do with as I please."

She slowly took of her jacket and threw it on the bed. "Before we start, I wanna straighten some things out," she said as she began walking towards Dargus.

"You're not getting out of this."

"Don't worry, just listen. Since you're obviously getting what you want, I wanna make sure I get what I came for," she said as she began running her hands over his arms and chest.

"I won't cheat you. I may treat men like bantha droppings, but a woman I'll treat like the high princess herself."

"I want a job. I know you think I'm just something pretty to look at, but I'm a damn good mechanic and I'll certainly make it worth your while," she said seductively, beginning to peel off his tunic.

"You've got the job," he said. "Tomorrow. Tonight though, you'll give me pleasure and I shall give you more than you can imagine. And, then beyond this you will never need to worry about credits or payments. Just enjoy yourself. I think you will like this." He started with kisses upon her neck and face, while his hands explored her body with unparalleled skill.

Yelara tried to pull away, but he was enthusiastically gripping her. The sound of his lips smacking against her skin made her cringe. "Well, since I'll be working for you, do you think it's right that we're fraternizing?"

"I have whoever I want," he said. "Whether they work for me or not. And, I will have you."

She continued to try and tear Dargus' hands away from her, but she didn't want to be too aggressive for fear she'd anger him and he'd send his wookie's charging in. "I'll make a deal with you," Yelara said desperately as she was being pushed towards the bed. "I'll work in the shipyard for free for two months if you'll just call this whole thing off."

Dargus laughed. "I have a better idea. How about we don't? I'll buy you whatever you wish. Clothes. Jewels. I'll triple your wages and give you your rent for free."

"I never wanted to do this in the first place! Now I don't know how you usually get your women, but holding a vibroblade to their neck and threatening them isn't exactly what I call getting a woman's consent." Yelara began to slowly reach down into her boot to get her dagger as Dargus continued to grope her. She tried to look casual and she hoped he wouldn't notice. She didn't want to kill him with it, she just wanted to get him to back off.

"Stop your hand before it touches the blade and you'll live to see tomorrow," he said. "Remove the boot and toss it near the door. You do want to continue living, don't you, Yelara?"

Yelara stopped reaching for her dagger and gave one final shove, pushing herself full away from Dargus. She glared at him, then reached down and pulled off each of her boots, throwing them well away from her. "I don't want to be one of your damn concubines, so you can keep your bloody gifts. Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Because I'm Dargus Kandran, and women are my hobby. You have a nice body that I want. You seem the fun type. I like fun, don't you?" He smiled at her and reached out to the laces of her vest. Deft fingers made short work of the knots there, and he soon had it open to where he could feast his eyes upon her breasts. "Beautiful. I shall enjoy adding these to my collection. This was your idea, you realize. You suggested it first."

"Look, if you let me leave tonight, I promise, for the next four months - no, make it five months, I'll let you take me to dinner and you can even pay." Yelara stood there helplessly. All she could do was try and bargain with him, but by the look on his face, she didn't think he'd bite. If she wasn't so proud, she would have resorted to breaking down into tears next, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry.

Dargus gave her a feral smile. He played with her exposed nipples as he looked up at her face. "How about my servants make us a splendid meal, and you attend them naked for my pleasure?"

"You're a very determined man, Dargus Kandran, I'll give you that much," she said in a dejected tone.

"Determination keeps me alive," he said. "Either way, I will take you to my bed and you will know the pleasure that only I can give you. It will happen, and you will only hurt yourself by behaving this way. I am a passionate lover, but I will not hurt you if you behave yourself. You have felt what I have to offer. What scares you so? I will even go slowly so as to not hurt you."

Yelara lowered her head. She wasn't going to get out of there without giving him what he wanted. She looked at him, then turned away and undid her vest completely, letting it fall to the ground. She then slowly undid her pants, and let them slide down her legs. She was completely bare and vulnerable now. It was the only way out.

"You are magnificent," he said slowly, savouring the sight of her nakedness. "I shall truly treasure you. Now, may we enjoy an evening of pleasure together?"

She turned around and began to approach Dargus. "Fine, we'll play it your way, but..." she said with a pause as she stood within inches of him, looking up at him, "I like being on top." Yelara began furiously tearing Dargus's clothes off. At least I'll get a raise, she thought, trying to make the best out of the situation. "And another thing, you owe me dinner," she added as she hopped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Expensive dinner. And I get to be clothed."

"It sounds like a good deal," he said with a smile. He could easily support her weight as she had her legs wrapped around him. He moved to the bed and lay back upon it with Yelara on top, as she said she liked. "Have at it."

"And another thing, if you don't make this good, I'll make sure everyone knows what a rotten lover you are." Yelara gave a wicked grin, then began licking and biting his lips.

While she worked him from the top, Dargus' hands were not idle, alternating between her breasts and mound. It was exquisite, and she was obviously experienced. He smiled up at her as she cried out and moaned and made all the noises he loved to hear during sex.

He didn't think this would be very good, but she was actually quite enthusiastic. She was wise to surrender herself to him, and now she would be rewarded for the decision. Perhaps she could be the first to bear him a child. It would be quite the honour for her. Though, the pleasure was important for now, and she seemed to be quite skilled.

Yelara ran her hands up and down Dargus' firm, muscular chest, then ran them along his back, driving her nails into them. He wasn't lying when he said he would be gentle. Yelara felt completely at ease, even though she still didn't like the idea of being forced into it. Her body began to glisten with sweat as she continued to sway her hips, and move her body elegantly. Their bodies had become one now and Dargus' experienced touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to lick his chest and suck on his nipples, only stopping to take a breath. I'm here now, I might as well enjoy it.

Her breathing became heavy and she grunted and moaned as she neared the climax. She ran her fingers through Dargus' hair and buried his face into her breasts. "You liked them so much before, so I thought I'd give you a close up view," she said in a voice which was now short of breath. Her heart leapt as he began sucking on her breasts gently and kissing them. She heaved her body back and forth rhythmically, arching her back and allowing him to penetrate deeper. Her moans became louder and higher pitched as Dargus' hands travelled around her body, in and out. Her muscles began to tense up and she grabbed his arms, pinning them down on the bed. "I like being in control...don't forget that," she said with a smile.

"I haven't forgotten," he said with a grin.

Her motions became faster and more elaborate as she began to reach her height of pleasure. She let out short, loud moans and her breathing had accelerated causing her chest to heave. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, she tossed her head back, let out a long, loud moan, then shuddered from the overload of pleasure, finally collapsing onto Dargus' body. They were both breathing heavily and just laying there, not saying a word and not moving.

"And, you had reservations about this," he said, indicating their still coupled bodies. "Let's catch our breath, and we can have another go. So, would you agree that I'm a good lover?" One thing about Dargus Kandran: he was a salacious man.

Yelara continued to try and catch her breath. He was the best she'd ever had, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. He was conceited enough as it was. "No, that wasn't bad at all." Yelara propped herself up onto her elbow and looked into Dargus' eyes. "But I wouldn't call you a good lover. We didn't make love, Dargus. That was just sex." Yelara sat up and stepped off the bed. "I'll take the floor." She pulled the covers from under Dargus and wrapped herself in them. "You've had me once, but don't think this is going to be a habit."

"I thought we already talked about this," he said. "You will sleep in the bed with me, our bodies pressed close. Do not make demands of me."

"I may have shared my body with you, but I don't have to sleep in the same bed as you. Tender moments are for people who love each other, Dargus, and frankly, I don't think you are capable of feeling love." Yelara continued to walk to the other side of the room. The workout had made her warm, but now that it was over, she was beginning to get cold. She had no idea where her clothes had gone to, and all she had were the thin sheets from Dargus' bed. She began to shiver from the cold, and she would have loved to hop in the bed with Dargus, laying next to him and having his body keep her warm, but that would have satisfied him too much.

"Get back into the bed now," he said, his voice holding a hint of menace. "It wouldn't do well for one of my new foremen to get sick now would it?"

"I'm fine. In fact, I would leave if I could, but it appears I'm stuck in here." Yelara sat on the ground, leaning against the wall. "It's alright, it'll be day soon," she whispered to herself as she wrapped her arms around her.

"Get your pretty ass under these sheets right now, Yelara," Dargus snapped. When she didn't obey immediately, he glared and added: "I said now!" For affect, he added a smile, but it really held nothing but his anger.

Yelara looked at Dargus and glared. "Not used to having a woman disobey your orders? Well you'd better get used to it with me. I'm not one of your timid, sissy prostitutes you call concubines. If you want me, come and get me."

Fed up with her insolence, Dargus pulled a blaster from beneath the pillow and leveled it at her.

Yelara knew from the look in his eye that he was about to pop a blood vessel. She knew how to get on his nerves and had fun doing it, too. "Wouldn't wanna injure your new mid-shift foreman, now would you," she teased as she stared into his eyes, which were now filled with rage. Yelara was intentionally pushing it now.

"The wonders of bacta," he said. When he pulled the trigger, the shot went through and took her in the arm. Her cry of pain nearly brought him to full arousal again. "I'm sure that hurt, but you'll live. And, if you cooperate, I may even let you use some of that bacta. Do not defy me again."

Yelara cried out in pain and grabbed her arm, which was still warm to the touch from the blaster shot. Her eyes began to tear up and she winced as the pain radiated all the way down her arm. "You bastard," she managed to squeak out as her throat began to constrict from trying to choke back tears. This man showed no mercy for anyone. It was at this point that Yelara realized he just wouldn't take 'no' for an answer...ever. She struggled to get to her feet, letting the sheets fall off her, and approached the bed. She stood there, staring at Dargus with spite and sat down on the bed, turning her back to him. She continued to hold her arm as tears trickled down her cheeks. "You certainly have a way with women, Kandran," she added in almost a whisper as she lay down on the bed and let Dargus have his way with her.

Once she was back in bed, he ripped a strip from the sheets and bound the wound. "I can be quite kind when I'm not defied. If you thrive on pain, this is the right way to go. But if you wish to be a happy, wealthy woman, you should do what I want you to without any hesitation."

He hadn't wanted to shoot her, but she forced the issue. He had no qualms about shooting her. She'd practically begged him to. But, she had to be taught her lesson. Too much defiance and she'd think she could do as she wanted. He had to put an end to that immediately.

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