Page 73 of Volatile Waters

“What about that person’s rights?”

His point had no logic to me. “Someone is going to kidnap the imbeciles. Why should it not be me that profits?”

“Besides it being tragic and wrong? How about this. Believe in Karma?”

“I was only taught the ‘dollar’ rules. Not a fairy tale.”

“Then you have been brainwashed.”

“Maybe so. Or maybe our way of life is the right way.”

“Said Hitler.”

“Meh. How will we ever truly know he was wrong?”

Wolf gawked at me as if I was Hitler himself, and I had just come back to life. Once recovered, he said, “Let’s try again. Please get me a knife, so I can cut off your finger.”

Amused, I asked, “What do you need with my finger?”

“I want to sell it.” He thumbed over to a fictional person. “I have a buyer who will pay me a hundred bucks for it.”

“Sorry. I choose to keep my finger.”

He raised a brow. “Must be nice to have a choice.” My head almost cracked against the wall as I jolted. “That’s right, life stealer. Now, guess why that guy wants your finger.” When I didn’t ask, he answered for me, “Because he likes to store them in his ass.”

I winced. “Why?”

Wolf lifted his hands in question. “What does it matter to me? It’s his ‘preference.’”

My eyes squinted as I studied this slave with a strong mind. “Do you wonder what you have been bought for?”

“I’m not stupid. Model agencies have chased me all my life.”

“He doesn’t only want to stare at your rarity.”

Wolf recoiled. “He? Fuck… Like, a guy?”

I chuckled. “Not what you were hoping for?”

“Hell no. More like a rich MILF.”

“Milf?” I was stumped.

A pff exited his mouth. “That’s right. American slang may not be your strong suit.”

“Not at all. Americans are dull.”

“Then, why kidnap us?” He kept referring to my job as something he was familiar with, so I stared at him, trying to comprehend his angle. Wolf rolled his eyes. “MILF stands for a Mom I’d Like to Fuck.”

This I could understand. “Oh. I have fucked a mom. Well, she was almost a mother. She was pregnant.”

Blink. Blink. “You completely missed my point.” After staring at me again, as if I were mystifying, his nervous palms rubbed at his thighs. “I’ve been with many women, but I, uh, I don’t have sex with men.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“Is there any way out of this without getting Bentley hurt?” Bentley was his daughter.

“There is not.”

“Shit.”

“But I will do my best to buy you time.” I joked, “Although, you are the one who dislikes wasting time.”

“I have been kidnapped by a comedian.” He exhaled… “Buy me time before I’m sold?”

“No… Before your training begins.”