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She steps into the hallway, shutting the door behind her, leaving me alone.

Sitting down on the couch, I rub my hands along the bare skin of my thighs. Sweat beads along my skin, sliding down into the crevices where it pools until it can no longer be contained there.

I was the first one tonight and I know there’s more. If each person is taken to the stage like I was, this could take a while.

I gaze aimlessly around the room, my mind running through a million scenarios of how this weekend will go. I’m praying Mama is home when I return.

She has me worried sick and I can’t lose another person in my life, no matter how badly they treat me.

My stomach growls, but I can’t think of eating. Right now, I need to pee. Looking to the right, I see a door and stand, moving over to it. Surely, they wouldn’t leave me locked in here without a bathroom. I send up a silent thank you when I open it and see a half bath. Entering, I quickly relieve myself before heading back to the couch to wait.

I have my phone with me so I can pass the time playing games. If I were a normal girl, I’d be on social media scrolling, but I’m not. At first it was no phones allowed—stupid rule, if you ask me. I get no phone on the stage, but here in the room while I wait, I don’t see a problem with that. There’s no one else here. What am I going to do? Out myself to the world for being here? Thankfully, early this morning an email was sent out that we could have them in our room, and when we leave for the weekend, but not in the club or on stage.

That is fine by me. I don’t want anyone I know to find out about this. It’s embarrassing as it is. I’m officially a paid sex worker.

Chapter 12

Liam

The last item of merchandise leaves the stage.

“That’s it for tonight, ladies and gentlemen. Please close your tablet and complete your payment if you have not done so. If you purchased an item, once you’ve paid, you will have a contract to sign. Please do so ASAP to speed up the process. As soon as the confirmation of payment and signatures are processed on my end, the merchandise’s handler will come to your table and escort you to their room to collect them for the weekend. Just a reminder, your item must be returned here by midnight on Sunday, unharmed.”

As soon as Edward utters his last word, the lights go up. I squint for a moment, the sudden brightness blinding me.

“You two didn’t want anyone?” Kyrian asks with an impish smirk.

“We got someone, little brother. We’re just being kind and letting you share.” Killian gives Kyrian a playful punch in his shoulder as I lift my glass to my lips, savoring the last drink of my whiskey. It’s time to play.

Virtue was gorgeous. The way she kept her head bowed the majority of the time on stage had my cock stirring at her perfect submissiveness. Images of her kneeling on a pillow at my feet, head bowed, hands behind her back, waiting to please me. Fuck, it’s intoxicating.

I haven’t had anyone since Lynne, my previous submissive, left. She wanted more, a true relationship, something I couldn’t give. I released her so she could pursue it with someone else. She’s happy, married to a man who’s in the lifestyle but wanted the same as her, one kid and a baby on the way.

I’m thrilled for her, but now that I’m creeping on fifty, I’m wanting more. Wishing that I had kids to carry on my family name, to help run the family business.

“What were the two of you whispering about?” Kyrian pushes his empty glass to the center of the table as he angles his body toward us.

“Told you he didn’t notice.” Killian’s smug voice makes me smirk. Although the look of contempt on his brother’s face tells me Kyrian doesn’t find the same humor in it. When he delivers a playful, yet forceful, punch to his brother, it answers the question for me.

“The two of you are going to be the death of me. Did you not look at her with your eyes, Kyrian, or was your dick doing it all for you?” I clench my jaw, but I don’t give him a chance to answer. “She’s the one Edward wants us to see.” I keep my voice low so no one else can hear us. “Do you not notice the familiar features she has to someone?”

Kyrian's eyes crinkle at the corners, and a wrinkle forms on his forehead as he bites his lip, trying to figure it out. No doubt replaying every image of Virtue against all those in his memories to find the connection.

“Don’t think too hard, bro. Wouldn’t want you to catch on fire. I can see the steam coming from your head now. Let me help you out. Who do we want to pay for what they did to Mom and Dad?”

It’s like a lightbulb goes off and his mouth opens wide in the shape of an O before anger sets in.

“You think they’re related? She’s twenty, so maybe a daughter or niece. Possibly sister? What are we going to do?”

That’s the question. She wasn’t the one behind the wheel, but we can’t find him and if she’s related, then it’s the closest thing we have. Maybe we can lure him out with her. When we started searching for him, it became evident the internet had been stripped of his carbon footprint. We had the basic stuff: his work, birth certificate, parents’ names, but anything to do with an immediate family was absent. Almost too clean, and we knew it had been tampered with.

Now, for the first time in a year, we have a glimmer of hope. We just need to play it right.

“We don’t mention him. We’re going to get her to tell us about her life, her family. Our mission is to make her feel connected to us, trust us, then we’ll use her to get revenge. Are we clear, boys?”

“Yes, sir,” they answer in unison, but Kyrian’s face doesn’t have the same resolution as Killian’s. He’s only seen her; he can't already be taken in by her charm.

Fuck, what am I talking about? I’ve already imagined her on her knees before me, obeying my every command.

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