Page 6 of The Rise

“No.”

“No? You want me to finish what I fucking started?” I growl at her. She shakes her head. “Then get up and get the fuck out!” I scream this time. She doesn’t hesitate this time, standing to her feet and rushing for the door. I don’t look back. I just grab my fucking cock in my hand and stroke that bastard thinking about anyone but her. Little fucking good that does me.

I fucking give up and pull my jeans back on before turning and walking out of the gym. I’m down the hall when Hoax stops me.

“What happened to Cora?”

“What’d she say?”

“Nothing. She looked pissed, though,” he adds.

“Yeah. I kinda fucked up with her.”

“Told you to leave that pussy alone, or it’s going to fuck you over one day,” he tells me.

“I know. I think that did it anyway,” I say, nodding toward the door.

“Good. We have fresh meat coming in tomorrow.”

“No shit? Already?”

“Same set, different guys. Baron picked them up,” he adds. I nod my head, ready for that. Too bad they weren’t here tonight.

Chapter 4

Lana

I’ve cleaned and cleaned, and it never comes clean. I sniffle as I scrub the fucking floor in the holding rooms. My stomach lurches as I try to think about anything aside from the poor kids being held in here. They don’t deserve this.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear Ray yell and get back to what I’m doing before I answer him.

“What’s it look like?”

“Like you’re cleaning the floors, but why?” he asks this time.

“Why? Have you looked at this floor? It’s fucking disgusting. I wouldn’t want my damn dog on this floor.”

“It’s not meant to be clean. It’s a fucking holding cell,” he reminds me.

“Don’t remind me,” I tell him. He walks closer and yanks me off the floor and up onto my feet. I think about shoving this scrub brush down his no good throat, but it’ll only end in me being beaten.

“You’re not to clean the fucking floors, Lana! Besides, I have a job for you.”

“What job?” I don’t want anything that has to do with them taking those kids. I won’t do it. I’d rather die.

“You’re going with the next shipment.” I step back out of his grasp and look at him as if he’s insane.

“What do you mean?” My dad did this to me once. He sent me away, sending me to live with the highest bidder, but after a certain age, he didn’t want me anymore and sent me back. I’ve been in this hell since then.

“Not what you think. There are these guys on some vigilante shit we need to handle. They’re taking out traffickers, but we have no fucking clue where they are. They’re off the radar,” he explains.

“What’s that have to do with me?”

“When they take the kids, they have to have a holding facility, right? You’re going to find out where it is and everything you can about them.” I shake my head. Fuck that. They aren’t killing me for that shit.

“I don’t think so.”

“It wasn’t a question, Lana. You’re going. I’ve already talked to Dad about it, and he thinks it’s a great idea.” Yeah, he probably would, considering he sold me when I was younger.

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