Love Unspoken

Quinn was just sitting there, glued to the sight of those guns.

When she made a move for the gun again, the dude dodged and yanked her up by the arm, practically tossing her into the room.

She hit the floor hard and couldn't get back up this time.

Lying there, her breathing got all messed up. She felt like she was burning up, her throat dry and scratchy.

She tried to catch her breath and stand, but kept collapsing.

She remembered that drug Alistair had shoved down her throat earlier; it must be kicking in now.

Meanwhile, Alistair finished his shower. He came out in just pants, a towel around his neck, looking all fresh.

He was drying his hair when he noticed Landon at the door.

Landon saw the cut on his arm and just shook his head.

Alistair caught the look and dropped his hand. "Haven't seen her in years, and that mute's got even more attitude. Gonna have to set her straight later!" "Watch it. Don't kill her, or I can't explain it," Landon warned.

"Explain to who? Alexander?" Alistair shot him a look, already suspecting some shady deal with Alexander.

Landon gave him a side-eye and denied it, "Nah, not him."

"Then it's gotta be Walter," Alistair said, touching his arm. They were working with Walter now.

Walter had all the client hookups, so they had to keep him happy.

Alistair was all about the money. If you had it, he respected you. Walter could make him rich, so he respected Walter.

But then he thought of something and asked, "Wait, what's Walter's deal with Quinn?"

Landon said, "Don't sweat it. Quinn's useful to me alive. Once Alexander's out of the picture, we can trade her for info from Walter. Good deal, right?" Alistair was a bit taken aback. Landon was this slick?

"Can we pull it off?" Alistair asked.

"Depends on how much she matters to Walter," Landon said coolly.

Alistair rubbed his forehead, not quite believing Quinn was that valuable.

"Then we got a problem," he said.

Landon frowned. "What did you do?"

Alistair looked sheepish, "I gave her a bottle of aphrodisiac. She won't die, right?"

This wasn't the over-the-counter stuff; he got it from the black market. Just a sniff could make someone lose it, and a tiny bit could wear out a bull.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

It worked on both guys and girls. He gave Quinn the whole bottle. What would she turn into?

Landon's face changed. He knew about this stuff; Alistair had used it to assault women before, and it was no joke.

He wanted to curse Alistair out but was at a loss for words.

Landon sighed, turned, and headed to the room where Quinn was locked up. He opened the door and saw her curled up on the floor, looking a mess. She was clutching her collar, cold sweat dripping, her eyes unfocused. She was clearly in serious pain.

"I'll go help her out," Alistair said, stepping forward, wondering if he alone could help her recover.

Landon didn't stop him, just watched Alistair go in.

Alistair took a few steps, then turned and asked, "You wanna join?"

"You handle it. But if she dies, you're in deep trouble," Landon warned.

"She won't die. Besides me, there are plenty of guys here. If I'm not enough, we can bring in ten more. Just men, plenty to go around," Alistair said casually. He asked again, "You sure you don't wanna go first?"

Landon forced a smile and shut the door on him.