Tonight on the KKK Show II

INN Center, New York City…

The Peak had a bright smile on his chiseled face as he leaned back on the couch and reread Bella's last message.

He couldn't get the words out of her head.

[NO. Boil that thing in detergent and train it properly. Is that right, my good doggy?]

He inhaled sharply as his fingers brushed across the screen before sliding down to his thigh.

『That's the sexiest thing she's ever texted me…』

His hand hesitated for a moment, then shifted to his crotch, rubbing slowly as a heavy breath escaped his lips. The tension melted into a half-smile as he murmured to himself.

"God, I love when she calls me that…"

The moment passed quickly.

He set the phone aside and ran a hand through his thick, blonde hair to collect himself.

The ambient sound of Konrad Kain's booming voice drew him back into reality.

Konrad had shifted his attention.

"Now, Peak…"