Page 18 of Savage Bosses

“We don’t have that type of money.”

A slow smile spreads over the man’s face. “My Boss is willing to make a deal with your boyfriend.”

“What kind of deal?” I don’t like the way he’s looking at me as he says ‘deal’.

Instead of answering me, he pulls my cellphone out of his front pocket and hands it to me.

“Call your boyfriend.”

Taking the phone from him, I go to my favorites in my call log and hit Marcus’ name. As soon as the phone starts connecting, the guy takes the phone from me and puts it on speaker.

“Hey, Baby, now isn’t a good time.” My heart lurches the moment I hear Marcus’s voice come through the speaker. The man with me places a finger to his lips.

“Hello, Marcus. We’ve been trying to reach you for a while now.”

“What the fuck? Who is this, and why do you have my girl’s phone?”

“Don’t worry, I have your girl too.” He turns the phone toward me and nods.

“Marcus.” It’s the only thing I manage to get out before my voice breaks.

“Tiff? What the fuck, man. I swear if you hurt her….”

The guy moves the phone back toward him. He leans back in the seat with an easy grin on his face.

“Calm your ass down,” The guy says. “You owe Saint money. Do you have the money?”

Marcus sighs through the phone. “No. I need time. Just give me a few more days.”

I don’t know what a few more days was going to do for him. There was no way he was going to be able to come up with that type of money.

“Your time has run out,” The guy says. “But lucky for you, Saint is an understanding man. You have two options, Marcus. Either you turn yourself over to me and I take your payment back in flesh, or you allow Saint to put your girl to work in one of his brothels to get the money back.”

I gasp, clutching a hand to my mouth. The very little breakfast I had this morning is threatening to make a reappearance.

“Come on, man. There has to be another way,” Marcus pleads.

The man sitting beside me shakes his head. “These are your only options. Your girl or your limbs. Let’s face it, you’re not playing basketball anymore, do you even need your fingers?” The guy chuckles as if he made a joke.

“Can I have time to think about it.”

Think about it? Is he kidding me? What the hell is there to think about?

“No. Your decision has to be made before I hang up this phone. Or I decide for you, and just so you know, I vote for the limbs.”

“Fuck, okay, alright,” Marcus shouts. He’s silent for a long moment. I wait with bated breath for him to speak again. “How long will she have to work?”

“Marcus,” I shout as tears spring from my eyes and leak down my cheeks. My heart crumbles. I knew our relationship wasn’t in a great place, but I never thought he could do this to me.

The man shakes his head. “You’ve made your decision. Your debt is paid.” He hangs up the phone and stands. His cold eyes stare down at me. “Don’t worry, with your face and ass you’ll be able to pay that debt back in four months—six tops.”

“You can’t do this. Please.” I’m not above begging.

“It’s already done, Darling,” he says with a grin.

I spring to my feet ready to make a dash to the door. The guy grabs me around the waist and slams me onto the bed. I fight as hard as I can, kicking, scratching, and biting. The man calls for help, but I don’t stop fighting.

Another guy walks into the room.

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