Page 73 of Falcon's Prey

My body shook with rage at her word, and everything temporarily faded. Slowly I craned my neck.

“Esta puta tiene nombre,” I told her.This whore has a name.

No wonder the clothes Ren threw at me didn’t fit. The woman in front of me was gorgeous, despite me wishing otherwise. My blood boiled the more I looked at her—a lot of tits, curves, black hair with amber eyes, and a golden tan. Compared to her, I looked like a child.

Her eyes met mine, and her hate for me was apparent. Well, fuck her too.

“Pam, speak,” Ren commanded.

“The price on her head just tripled,” Pam said.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Who could possibly want me that bad? I tuned out part of their conversation, but then I wished I hadn’t heard a thing.

“…either we kill her or someone else will. She just became a liability. Anyone who knows shit will be looking for her.”

My eyes met Ren’s, and I silently questioned what he would do with me, well aware that I was a ticket to a better life.

“About the fight. Did you find out the location?”

“Yes, but without the money, it’s no use.”

Ren seemed to think about it for a moment before he spoke again. “Can you find any tables that are open?”

I wasn’t as dumb as I looked, so I knew he wanted to gamble.

“I’ll make some calls,” Pam said before she walked away.

My hand came to my neck out of habit when I remembered Ren had walked away with my most prized possessionthatnight.

“My mother’s choker,” I said.

Ren looked at me, confused.

“What?”

“My mother’s choker was in your pocket the night—”

“You let everyone accuse me of raping you. I got shot at because ofyou.”

Riiiight. Guess someone was still pissy about that. My stomach did tighten at the mention of him getting shot, but since he was still here making my life hell, I filed that away to process later.

“As I was saying,” I kept going as I turned to look at him.

I was not going to apologize for the things I had to do to survive. Men stepped on toes all the time and didn’t bother to turn back to see if it caused pain, but when a woman did it, they couldn’t handle the sharp burn of the heel.

“You have my mother’s choker. That alone is worth a couple of hundred thousand.”

Ren brought one of his hands to his chin, and his mouth parted in surprise at my suggestion.

“You’d let me sell your mother’s jewelry?”

“No. I’d let you gamble it.” I looked at him, unflinching. “I don’t think you have any intention of losing.”

Ren smirked at me. “Point taken. Too bad I already got rid of it.”

He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. As if he hadn’t disposed of the only thing that meant something to me in this world.

My throat clogged, and my lip quivered.

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