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I knew I could protect her; I knew I could do everything for her that she needed.
    Steel knew Nora was my friend, after all. It wouldn’t be long before he realized what a passionate loose cannon she was. She would take out her frustration—and her vengeance—on Steel when she realized everything that he had done. Now that I was alive, it was my responsibility to keep Nora, and therefore Willow, safe.
    Vivian strolled in, wearing her tight, tiny uniform. I could read Nora and Willow’s arousal, instantly. For any admirer of the female form, Vivian was impossible to ignore.
    “This drink is my own special recipe,” said Vivian, tits bouncing cheerfully. “Please do try some?”
    Nora and Willow traded a suspicious glance, and then they each took a sip, out of courtesy, I suppose. And then quickly, just as I had, they each downed the glass.
    “Fuck me, that’s delicious,” said Nora. “Another. For both of us.”
    Vivian curtsied, smiling broadly. “Of course, madam.”
    Nora watched her tight, toned ass appreciatively as she exited.
    “’Madam,’ holy shit. What the fuck is happening here, Pace?”
    “It’s a bit of a long story,” I began.
    And so I started to explain the bank robbery, the double-cross, and winding up at that house. I left out, of course, the special properties of Vivian’s milk, and the particulars of my injuries. They each drank two more glasses as I spoke, Vivian delivering them diligently, not seeming to notice how gluttonously they sucked it down. I purposefully made my story longer than it needed to be, going off on tangents about everyone’s wardrobe and the nature of our firepower, the specific words said—or was it these other words? And so on.
    By the time I was done, Nora and Willow both had a slightly dazed, glazed look on their faces. They believed everything I said—which was good. Other than what I had omitted, it was all the truth.
    Nora was smart, though.
    “Okay, okay,” she said roughly, trying to clear her throat. I don’t think she noticed, as I had, that her tight white top was already getting tighter, the locks of her hair becoming more vibrantly read. “Steel’s an asshole. Has been forever and ever. But what the fuck do you want us to do about it? We can’t really change fucking ten years of gang history all by ourselves. He’s...I mean, he fucking owns us. He owns the whole gang. If he wants you out, you’re out. Fuck it, I shouldn’t even be here, now that I think about it.”
    She stood up, feet wobbling. The milk had hit her hard.
    “Wait,” I said, taking a stern tone.
    And she did. Obediently, she sat back down. I smiled. The milk was already taking effect.
    Or maybe it was having an effect on me, too. It was hard to notice for them, I think—but my body had changed. Become stronger, even somewhat taller. I think that, now that I was healed from my gunshot wounds, all the milk I was taking in was going out of its way to improve, rather than just repair, my body. And if that was the case—if it could change the way a woman thought, the way she responded to a male's voice—why couldn't it change the commanding nature of a male's voice too?
    “You’re not mad at Steel?” I asked Nora. “On my behalf?”
    Her face softened. “Of course I am. We both are.” She put a hand on Willow’s leg. Willow moaned loudly, leaning up against Nora. It seemed her mind was a bit weaker than Nora’s, feeling the effects of the milk much more strongly already. Her body was so tiny, too—so fae and breakable. Perhaps it just needed less to feel more, like alcohol. “But, Pace, we can’t just...I mean, it’s Steel, you know? He’ll kill us if we try to expose him.”
    She took another long drought of milk from the glass in her hand.
    “That’s why I don’t want to expose him. I want to take him out.”
    “Take out—” she coughed, trying to keep swallowing the thick milk in her mouth. “Take out Steel? Are you insane?”
    “Maybe. What do you say?