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My hand flies up to my stinging cheek as a fresh set of tears pricks my eyes.

The man who seems to be the lead jumps toward my father, sending an end table crashing to the floor. He shoves his gun into my father’s face. “Touch her again and I will fucking slaughter you in front of her.”

I sniffle, trying not to lose it completely. Trying not to crumble from hunger and pain. When I flick my gaze up to the man, he peers down at me, his forehead lined with concern and anger, but his green eyes study me. It feels like he’s silently asking me if I’m okay, so I give a slight nod and then look at the floor.

He might be protecting me against my father’s wrath, but that doesn’t make him a good man. After all, if he accepts the offer, who knows what he’ll do to me.

“You’re willing to exchange your daughter for half a million dollars of forgiveness?” the man asks.

“Yes. Yes. She’s a virgin. She’ll be obedient. She’s all yours to do whatever you want.”

While keeping my head turned to the floor, I peek up at the man from under my lashes. His eyes are darker than they were a moment ago.

“Deal.”

Tears roll down my cheeks. My life just went from bad to worse.

Chapter Five

Patrick

Jesus Christ.

What the fuck did I just do?

This wasn’t part of the plan. I basically just bought a woman. A tiny, malnourished, terrified woman with the softest baby-blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s been shaking since her piece-of-shit father shoved her in here.

And when he hit her, I nearly pulled the trigger. He deserves to die. A slow, painful death. I have no doubt that isn’t the first time he’s struck her. The only reason he’s still alive is because I don’t want her to see something so horrific. But he will pay for his sins. I’ll make sure of it.

Declan is going to flip. We don’t buy women. Dealing skins is one of the few things we aren’t willing to do. We may be men with few morals, but we treat women well. We take care of them when we can. We protect them as much as possible. It might have been the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but I couldn’t leave her here with him. I’ll pay the half a mil to the mafia. The money means nothing to me.

“Find her some shoes then take her to the car,” I command Ian.

He pauses for just a second. Only long enough for me to notice, but no one else does. I’m sure he thinks I’ve lost my mind. I may have. None of us can claim to be sane anyway.

Slowly, he holsters his gun and reaches for the woman. I don’t know her name or anything about her. Is she of age? Fuck. What am I going to do with her? I should have thought this through. Because as it seems right now, I just became responsible for a woman who is scared out of her mind.

Ian reaches for her, but she shies away, her bottom lip trembling.

“Hey,” I bark. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with fear. I stare at her, hoping she can see I’m not as angry as I sound. “Go with him.”

Thankfully, she obeys and lets Ian lead her from the room. Charlie has his gun pointed at the two other men, who are both now zip-tied and sitting in chairs side by side.

I move closer to Joseph, my mouth turned down in disgust. “You are a piece of shit who deserves to die.”

He shakes his head, his gaze shifting nervously. “You can’t kill me. You made a deal. You got her.”

Huffing out a breath, I glare at him. “You’re right. I made a deal. I have her. And if you ever try to find her, touch her, talk to her, or even think about her, I will kill you with my bare hands. She’s mine now. Do you understand?”

His cheeks wobble as he opens his mouth to speak. Before anything comes out, I bring my gun to his lips.

“The only thing I want to hear from you is that you understand,” I growl.

“Yes,” he mumbles as he takes a step back. “I understand.”

I finally smile and holster my gun. “Good. This is for hitting her.”

Confusion fills his face, but my fist collides with his nose before he has time to understand. He immediately brings his hands up, screaming in pain as he stumbles away from me.

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