Page 181 of Dare To Break

“You want payment?” I ask slowly.

“You gave Mr. Drake a show.” His attention flicks down to my chest. “I want one too.”

“Take your top off.” Evan leans in between the seats.

I cross my arms, covering my breasts, and shake my head. “No.”

“You better get the fuck out and start walking then.”

“Please don’t do this.” My attention moves to Evan, but his expression is just as unfriendly as his friend’s.

“Your choice, Arabella.” Jace rests his forearms on the steering wheel. “Show us your tits or get out of my car.”

No fucking way.

I reach for my bag by my feet.

“Leave it,” Evan orders.

I stare at him in a mix of disbelief and anger. “What?”

“You don’t get to take anything with you.”

“But my phone and money are in there.”

The two of them don’t reply. When it’s obvious this isn’t some big joke, I get out of the car and slam the door shut. I’ve made it two steps before Jace takes off and passes me with Evan hollering out of the window.

Hunching my shoulders against the cold, I shove my hands in the pockets of my hoodie and head in the same direction. I’m not even sure where the hell I am. The first trip to the school with Eli I’d slept through. Nothing looks familiar. I walk and walk, until my feet hurt. I’m tired and my head aches. Another hour passes before I see the car again.

Evan and Jace are parked up on the roadside, waiting for me. Both have drinks in their hands, leaning back on the side of the vehicle as though they don’t have a care in the world.

“We thought we’d give you one more chance,” Evan tells me when I reach them. “It’s going to get dark soon. You could try hitchhiking, but a pretty girl like you would probably have to suck someone’s dick for a ride. All we’re asking for is a look at your tits.”

I glance away from him. What are my options? Keep walking and hope no one tries to rape me or flash my breasts at them. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Evan opens the passenger side door for me. “Good girl.”

The words on his lips don’t cause the same reaction as when Sin says it. They make me feel sick. I don’t feel good. What they are making me do makes me feel dirty, and not in a nice way.

I climb into the car, and Jace closes the door behind me. Both boys take their seats and face me.

I strip off my hoodie and remove my t-shirt.

Jace gestures at my white lacy bra. “Now that.”

Eyes closed, I swallow hard, and reach around to unclip it. I don’t remove it completely but let the straps fall free until the cups sag down enough for the nipples to be visible.

Evan groans. “Miles is one lucky bastard.”

“I want a photograph,” Jace says.

“No.” Arms coming up, I cover myself. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“Do it or get out. But this time you’ll be walking topless. Let’s see you explain that to your mom when you get home.”

My arms drop to my sides.

Jace reaches out to grip my chin and presses his thumb against my lips. A tear escapes the corner of my eye, but I remain motionless as he snaps a photo of me half-naked with his phone.

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