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“I’ll just stick to the dress I’m already wearing, thanks though,” I announce as I drop the dress back onto the bed and look at it with disgust.

He looks at me with a devilish gleam in his eyes before his arms shoot out with lightning speed, grabbing the front of my dress and ripping it down the middle. My breasts spill out, relieved to finally be out of the tight fabric. My arms shoot up, trying to cover as much of my exposed skin as I can.

“You can wear the dress I’ve given you or show up naked, either way the men here will be very pleased. Now shower and try to look decent,” he commands, losing the devilish smirk as he stands and exits the room, leaving me alone again.

Part of me thinks about walking out there completely naked, my hair a mess and smelling like I’ve been sweating through a bad dream. But that same part of me is the reason I was beaten repeatedly last time I was sold, and I’m not about to make the same mistake twice. I’m not too proud to be a good girl and do as I’m told if it’ll guarantee my safety. Besides, I don’t particularly want to give the men showing up to purchase me something to ogle.

I shower and pull my hair into a tight, high ponytail, letting Cain’s name on my back stand out proudly. Just as I’m done pulling on the skimpy dress and adjusting it so at least the essentials are covered, the door opens again, and Cain’s father walks in.

He smirks as he eyes me in the dress he chose, knowing he won the battle, but neither of us say a word. He gestures for me to walk with him, and I obey, exiting the room for the first time.

“You will be silent unless given permission to speak,” he instructs me as I follow him through a long, narrow hallway. “Your only job is to look pretty enough that someone will want to take you home at the end of the night. I don’t care what you do once they buy you, but right now, you will be on your best behavior. Can you do that?”

I nod my head, even though he’s not looking at me. I’m afraid that if I open my mouth to answer, some snarky comment is going to come out instead, and my head will get pushed into the wall.

Besides, agreeing right now doesn’t mean I actually have to obey.

Chapter 39

The Monster

The comfort of my mask covers my features, making me anonymous as I walk into the unsuspecting house. Enzo received the details of the auction this morning, and called me right away, giving me plenty of time to prepare for the hell I’m about to break loose.

Tonight won’t be easy, but all that matters is getting Ainsley to safety, even if she has to go without me.

“Are you ready, boss?” I hear a voice ask through my earpiece. Jonah couldn’t come with me, as much as he wanted to. If my father has been watching us, he would recognize Jonah as the man that’s been protecting Ainsley, and my cover would be blown. I couldn’t risk it.

I’m sure every other man in there will have their personal bodyguards with them in case something goes wrong, but I’ll just have to be different this time. My skin itches with anxiety, and I desperately wish I had my knife so I could calm the burn in my lower abdomen, but that’ll have to wait until after Ainsley tells me she never wants to see me again.

“I’m ready,” I answer, sounding more confident than I feel. One little misstep and this could go horribly wrong. I have to tread carefully, Jonah has to stay hidden, and Ainsley can’t give me away. “We’re going to get her back.”

“You’re damn right we will,” Jonah answers, his voice loud and confident in my ear.

With his confidence filling me, I step out of my rented car and stride toward the house where my little one is waiting for me. As soon as I received the address from Enzo, I sent it to my tech guys and had them do some digging. Apparently, the house is used as a vacation rental, and he had it rented under an old friend’s name for the week.

I have to give him credit. I never thought he would be smart enough to go to such lengths to keep Ainsley from me, and because of that, he nearly won. Luckily, I still ended up one step ahead of him, and he still has no idea.

“Enzo Costa,” I announce to the doorman letting people in. He looks on his list, sees Enzo’s name, and motions for me to enter without ever speaking a word.

The front door leads directly into a large living room, already filled with men in masks. I’m in a room surrounded by my enemies, all of them looking to hurt me, and they don’t even know I’m right here. A devious smile passes my lips as I think about getting all of their names from that list and making sure they never cross the Reapers again.

As I move further into the room, pushing through the crowd, I see her. Kneeling on the floor with her head bowed and my father’s hand on her shoulder to keep her down, Ainsley looks like the good girl I know she isn’t. Beneath the obedient mask she’s been forced to wear tonight, I know she’s seething with rage and waiting to be released from her cage.

I watch as a man in a white mask, painted to look like it’s covered in cracks, approaches with his bodyguard close behind him. He walks a circle around Ainsley, inspecting every inch of her gorgeous skin as if he thinks she’ll belong to him.

His fingers run through the long ponytail falling from the top of her head, and I clench my jaw under my mask. “Your hair will look beautiful when I wrap it around my fist and fuck your face.”

Without missing a beat, she says, “Then I’ll make sure to shave it all off the first chance I get.”

My father glares at her as his grip tightens on her shoulder, but she doesn’t lift her eyes. She keeps them glued to the floor, her little act of defiance.

Minutes pass as we all stand, waiting for another brave soul to approach. Movement from my right makes me turn my head. A man wearing a purge mask approaches, and circles Ainsley just as the first man did. He stops behind her, too, and I watch his eyes trail across the top of her back.

“Your attitude is cute, but will you still feel brave when I cut his name from your back?”

Her jaw tenses at the thought of losing that piece of me. “Just make sure you cut deep enough so I never have to feel your tiny dick inside of me.”

“And why would you assume I have a tiny dick?”

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