Page 85 of Saved By My Buyers

“Now I’ve seen it all,” she mutters. “Thank you for coming by, kid. How old were you really when you started working here?”

“Ah, the truth?” I ask. Her glare makes me sigh heavily. “Seventeen…”

“I had a feeling, I just lied to myself about it,” she groans. “Alright, troublemaker, you’re fired.”

Giggling, I shrug. “I was going to quit, but okay.”

Jack grins as he starts to tug me out of the office. “Guess we’ll be going then,” he says.

As we walk out, I jerk my head toward the back door of the building. “If you’re serious about going to the apartment, we should walk. Your truck is safer here than it is in front of my building. Percy secures her property well.”

“She’s very interesting,” he says wryly as he follows my advice, pushing the door leading outside open for me. I’ve walked this way a million times before it seems. This time though, I have someone with me.

It’s less scary than it would usually be. It’s almost two in the morning now, and I feel so much safer as I loop my arm through Jack’s.

“Dolly, this neighborhood makes me glad I have my stun gun in my back pocket,” he mutters. “We just passed at least two groups of gangs, and I saw a drug deal go down just now.”

“That’s probably pretty tame for a Sunday, well now Monday morning,” I tease him. “I walked this way because this is the safer route. It was even creepier in the snow though.”

Jack’s fist clenches as he struggles to breathe. “That’s not helping me, baby girl,” he growls.

“I don’t think it was supposed to,” I tell him. “This is it.”

The door is broken again as I walk up, and Jack shoves it open, so we can get through. He’s quiet as we go up the stairs, and I pull out my key. I shoved it in my back pocket, just in case Jack insisted on coming over here.

I can hear loud music coming from inside, and I already feel exhausted by my roommates. Unlocking the door, I have to shove it open, because the wood is slightly warped. They’re all turned away, and there’s company over. It appears they found someone else to whore out, and someone also brought them drugs.

Rolling my eyes at the sad reality in front of me that these people will eventually overdose or go to prison, I turn away to walk to my room with Jack.

“Dahlia,” Frankie croons when he sees me as I open the door. “It’s been ages, and you haven’t brought us any money. See all this? It’s your fault we had to find a new little whore.”

“I was never your whore,” I mutter, walking into the room and flicking on the light. As expected, my mattress and blankets are trashed, and there’s also dried cum on the dark sheets. “Fucking gross.”

Jack peers inside, scowling. “You couldn’t leave her room the fuck alone?” he asks. “This is fucking disgusting, man.”

“Eh, she’s sucked my cock before. I may as well remind her that she’s a whore,” Frankie says.

This man is going to get himself killed. Fuck.

“I’m just here for my things,” I mutter, walking to the closet. The clothes are all cut into pieces, piled on top of the safe and smell like urine. A tear I wasn’t expecting escapes as I kick it away, gagging.

Jack crouches beside me, watching as I squat by the safe to open it.

“Is that Frankie the dick?” he asks softly, kissing my forehead as I nod. “Perfect. I’ll be right back, baby.”

“Why, what?” I cry out, turning to watch him, just in time for me to witness the punch he throws against Frankie. “Fuck.”

It takes me three tries to open the damn safe, because he’s making me nervous. I’ve been hit often enough by Frankie to know that his punches hit true, but they’re not as powerful when he’s high. Right now? He’s high as a kite.

I still don’t want Jack to get hit by Frankie though, so my blood pressure sky rockets with every wild punch that Frankie throws, despite the fact that Jack outweighs him by at least fifty pounds.

Gathering my laptop and cash they managed not to steal out of it, I stand, shoving money into my pockets. It doesn’t really matter now, since I now have more money than I’ve ever seen hidden in a bank account.

“You got everything?” Jack asks, shoving Frankie back into his own cum stains in my sheets. He yowls, but Jack calmly ignores him as he pulls out the stun gun. At my nod, Jack grins in an eerie smile as he arms the weapon, shoving it into Frankie’s limp dick. My now ex-roommate screams as he convulses, piss quickly staining the front of his sweatpants and sheets.

The people in the living room are having a blast fucking and getting fucked up, and the music is loud. No one is coming to help Frankie. Poor fucker. Jack shoves the stun gun into Frankie’s ballsack, and I wince as Frankie screams before passing out.

“Now I’m done,” Jack grunts, putting the stun gun away.

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