Page 3 of Hers To Keep

“It’s fucking sick, man. These girls, they’re selling themselves to these old fucks!” Beck argues back, getting more heated than I’ve ever seen him. But tonight’s not the night to make a scene, so I need to put a stop to this now.

“They’re making their own choices, nobody’s forcing their hand,” I say, coldly, trying my best to sound unconcerned. “We gave them the choice, showed them the green, the lavish life they could live, and they jumped right on board. They’re big girls, capable of making their own decisions. They could get out at any time, if it’s what they wanted.”

“You sure about that?” Bass asks somberly, coming up besideme and resting a hand upon my shoulder in the brotherly way he always has.

“He swore it to me when I agreed to help him,” I reply, not sounding too convincing.

“Well, if you believe him, then so do we,” Bass admits, turning and walking further along the hallway, deeper into this desecrated club.

And it’s at this exact moment when I realize that I’m unsure of what I believe.

But I can’t ignore the fact that Alek is also right. I can’t act like a saint, like I’m not guilty of everything he accuses us of. Were we here under any other circumstance, The Gallows would be a favorite spot of mine, of ours really. Girls, sex, alcohol, drugs, a man’s paradise. Although we should be the only guys these girls are fucking, and not these perverted old fucks, we don’t need to pay for a quick fuck. The girls come ready and willing to us.

But that’s beside the point. We’re not here to indulge. This isn’t a pleasurable visit. We’re here on official Horsemen business, and his name is Eli Hargrove.

According to my Uncle Wesley, Mr. Hargrove appears to have very loose lips that keep getting him into all sorts of trouble. For months now, my uncle’s been acting stranger than his usual anxious self. He’s constantly on edge and suffering from some sort of manic paranoia. His circle of confidants has gotten smaller, and he no longer trusts his best friends and business partners. I’ve seen him stash stacks of cash in and around the house, he steps out of the room when he gets phone calls, and his obsession with my girl has become terribly unsettling and unhealthy. Not to mention the fact that he’s after her mother. But I don’t think Lilith is the reason for this.

There is something else going on and I’m here to find out what. So first I must find Eli Hargrove, and before we send him a message to ensure he does not speak out of turn, I need to question him myself.

The back entrance we came in through, which is mainly used by employees and security, leads to a long hallway with two staircases at the far end of the sterile hospital looking facility that reeks of cigarettes and sex. One leads up to the club floor, the other to the underground rooms used for my uncle’s business meetings and interrogations. The floor we’re currently on is where the girls’ changing rooms are located.

The sound of a door creaking open startles us suddenly as we all stiffen at the sound, ready to react to whoever’s interrupting us.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the golden boy and his pack of savages,” says a shrill voice coming from behind me. I close my eyes, shaking my head undoubtedly knowing exactly who it is.

“Remington Spencer,” I mutter under my breath, as I turn and face the dark-haired harlot, dressed in a sexy black mini dress that barely covers her cunt.

“In the flesh, babe,” she murmurs back, fluttering her lashes tediously and twirling a strand of her brown hair in between her fingers.

I met Remington Spencer and her twin sister Lexington earlier this summer at a party in the town of Lakeview, about five hours away from Hillcrest. We’d gone out there to chase down some stupid fucker who ran out on my uncle with a fat stash of cash and about ten grand worth of drugs. We followed him all the way to a party in a trashed trailer park, when we ran into the girls. They were the talk of the night, well of the town if I’m being honest, with it being their seventeenth birthday party and all. Not to mention they were easy on the eyes.

They were the first girls I brought to Wesley. Their mom was an addict and their dad a deadbeat drunk with a heavy hand. I honestly didn’t really have to sell them on the gig. The moment I mentioned them having an out from the hell they were living they were in. They moved out of their parents’ trailer and shortly after began working at The Gallows. They send their old man a monthly allowance to ensure he stays out of their businessand have since become my uncle’s main attraction. Nothing is more tempting to a herd of sick pervs than a pair of sexy as fuck twins.

The thing my uncle doesn’t know, I may have sampled his product before delivering. Both. But that was the old me. Now, Remi doesn’t even warrant a second glance.

“It’s good to see you again, Ace. It’s been a while,” she says, as she walks over to me, her fingers tracing the silver cross hanging from my neck. A cross I hadn’t worn in years but now can’t seem to take it off. I step back slightly, inhaling a deep breath and holding it in, trying not to react to her touch. A sly smirk appears on her face, and I can sense she knows the reason behind my reluctance. “Sad I missed you the other night you were here. Luke said your girl got into some trouble,” she coos, with a cunning grin.

“Fuck Prescott, anything he says is a fucking lie,” I scoff, removing her hand from my chest, and throwing it back at her.

Remi rolls her eyes but doesn’t cower down or walk away at my subtle dismissal. Her dark hair falls upon her shoulders in luscious waves as she stands before me. “So you weren’t here, or she’s not your girl?” she asks coyly.

“Careful, Remi,” Bass murmurs, coming up behind her and moving her hair off her shoulder exposing the tan skin of her neck. He lowers his lips to the exposed skin, lightly licking across it, as her eyes roll back at his physical touch. “Ace is very protective of his little toy. I’d hate to see this pretty little face get hurt for speaking out of turn.”

“Mmm,” she moans, as his fingers grip her neck turning her face toward him.

“That’s no threat to her,” says another voice coming from the shadows. She scoffs, “You know she’d love it if Ace laid a hand on her. My sweet sister is a masochist, thanks to daddy dearest.” Lexington Spencer appears from behind us, donning the same dress as her sister, only hers is white lace instead of black. Unlike her careless and materialistic sister, Lexington is introverted andwary of others. I’ve always felt the only reason Lex agreed to work for Wesley, was to not let her impulsive sister do it alone.

“Oh shut it, Lex, we can’t all be saintly whores like you,” Remi sneers.

Lexi flips her sister off, turning to face her. “No, just psychotic whores, right? Careful boys, this one’s mental.” At Lexi’s comment, Remi charges at her, nearly knocking Bass over. However, he’s quick to pull her back before her hand grabs a handful of Lexi’s hair.

“Alright, girls, enough. As much as I’d love to see where this little cat fight leads us, we’ve got shit to do,” Bass says, effortlessly holding the sisters apart. They both grunt, fixing their hair before turning back to me. They’re fucking identical with dark brown hair, golden tan skin, and big hazel-green eyes.

“Which is actually why we’re here,” Remi says, adjusting her dress. I look over to her, confused by her words, as she rounds me once again placing a hand on my shoulder. She stands beside me, half her body hiding behind mine. “Master felt you’d need a hand tonight with Mr. Hargrove.” She moves to the other side, her hand continuing to roam across my back to my other shoulder.

“So he sent two,” adds Lexi, doing the same to Alek who stands back with his mouth wide open staring at the tempting sisters.

“Then let’s get to it,” I say, turning and heading down the staircase that leads to the basement we keep available for our meetings, ignoring them both trailing behind me.

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