Chapter 48.1
"Now," she said, voice dropping low and greedy, "It's your fucking turn to deliver."
Marcus chuckled, low and silky through the phone, "Patience, my wicked little darling," he murmured, voice dripping with amusement, "First things first. Send me the file. You know how business is done, don't you?"
Cassey rolled her eyes, grinding her teeth in annoyance, "And I am not stupid enough to hand over the whole goddamn thing without seeing something in return," she snapped, voice sharp and biting.
A pause hung between them, thick with tension. Then Marcus laughed again, a low, dangerous sound that slid down her spine like a knife dipped in honey.
"Smart girl," he said, almost admiringly, "You are starting to become my favorite little viper."
His words stroked her ego like a velvet glove over a loaded gun. She smirked, feeling herself practically glow with hollow pride.
"Fine," Marcus said lazily, "Half the file first. Then you get your payday."
