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and sits in meetings.”
    “Are you saying Tate’s still one of us?”
    “Yes.” Jacobson wondered what it would be like to have a follower stand up to him. Tate had. He reluctantly admired him for that.
    He looked agog. “Really?”
    “No but I want my daughter to believe that. Her spirit needs to be crushed.” God knows I’ve tried everything else to bring Denby to her knees . His daughter was the most willful woman, after her mother, he had ever met. Redheads. Always trouble . No amount of punishment or imprisonment had broken her spirit. If only she had been a boy. He could have channeled a son into the right way.
    The man looked relieved. “And Tate?”
    Jacobson wasn’t surprised he looked less stressed. These people could only think in one standard direction. Throw in a variable and they ceased to function. It was that which made them good followers. “Oh, he needs to be crushed for walking away.” No one walked away from him. They limped or crawled, broken and bleeding and wishing they have never chosen the path they had.
    “How do we do that?”
    Jacobson smiled. There was no ‘we’. There was no ‘us.’ It was ‘them’ and ‘him.’ That’s the way he liked it. “I’ll be using a woman called Penny Harper. She’s his ex-lover.”
    “What can a mere woman do?” the man sneered.
    That was the problem mankind faced. They had always misjudged the power of womankind. It had allowed females to rise in power to a rate that meant they had to be crushed fast and hard. It had been messy and annoying and yes, enjoyable, seeing so many women torn down under his auspices.
    “You’d be surprised. Why do you think we’re fighting so hard to subjugate them? They’re much stronger than we give them credit for. They can play with our emotions and bring us to our knees if we let them.”
    “I’ve never heard you talk this way before.”
    Because you do not and will not ever know me . “A wise man always knows their enemies.”
    “So this woman—”
    “Is back in town and on the payroll.” It had taken him a while to track her down. She had been whoring around from man to man. The last one had been reluctant to give her up. To make him less reluctant, Jacobson employed some large bikers with tattoos and chains to ‘persuade’ him. Pain was always a great incentive.
    “She can bring Tate to his knees?”
    “If not her, then her son can.” Jacobson smiled at the thought. Some men were quite obsessive about knowing their children. He personally knew more than enough about Denby and liked nothing about her. She was a thorn in his side that needed removing.
    “Son?”
    “Yes, it’s going to be fun to watch.” He heard the quiet knock on the door. “Ah, and here she is.
    You can go now.” This man didn’t need to know any more than he had already been told. The man looked like he was about to object but changed his mind and left.
    A blonde woman passed by him and the door closed. She was tall and slim, with a long waterfall of shiny, straight blonde hair falling to hers hips. Penny Harper looked at Jacobson. “Do you have my money?”
    He wasn’t offended at the lack of greeting. This was business after all and he suspected she was in some pain after his visit last night. The vision was still in his mind of her tied on the bed while he had man after man mount, come inside her, and then leave for the next man to take his place. At last twenty had ridden her. Maybe more. Jacobson had done it to let her know she was and always would be a whore and he expected nothing more from her. He had sat and watched the whole proceedings, letting her know he knew. Jacobson didn’t touch her. He liked his women chaste.

    Deflowering appealed to him.
    “Yes, as discussed. You’ll get half now and half later.” He smiled as she put her hand out.
    “Avarice is so attractive in woman.” Once more he took in the recently healed cut marks to the inside of her forearms arms. That she abused herself in such a