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Only if you say please.

SMH…Please?!!

Give me about thirty seconds.

The door lockclicked and turned green, signaling that it was unlocked. I held my breath for a few seconds, checking to ensure Gerald hadn't heard the noise. I didn't want to make things any messier than they already were. Quietly slipping inside, I locked the door behind me and secured it with a swing bar hinge to prevent any unwanted exits. Haven had excused herself to use the restroom, leaving me alone with my target.

I moved stealthily through the luxurious space, carefully avoiding creaking floors or misplaced objects that could give me away. I spotted Gerald in the kitchen, his back facing me as he poured wine into two glasses. A sense of anger washed over me as I watched him add a small baggie of white powder into one of them, stirring it silently until it dissolved into the liquid. This motherfucker not only was going to take advantage of Haven, he planned on drugging her while he did it, therefore taking away her ability to consent. I could only imagine what vile things he would do to her when she was passed out. I clenched my fists and lunged for him.

He didn’t stand a chance.

I covered his mouth with my hand and pressed the sharp edge of my knife against his neck.

“Good evening, Mr. Beckett. You’ve been a naughty little piggy, haven’t you? Using your influence to drug and rape pretty girls. Shame on you.”

Gerald shook his head violently as if he disagreed with my accusations.

“Scream, yell, or try anything, and I’ll slit your throat wide open. Do you understand?”

He nodded, fear evident in his eyes.

I removed my hand but kept the knife at his throat. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“What do you want? Money? Drugs? Whatever it is, I’ll pay you. Who sent you? Was it Larry? I promised him I’d have his money by the end of this week.”

I remained silent, walking toward a chair beside the bed and moving it to the foot. I gestured for Gerald to sit, then I took my spot behind him, getting comfortable until my girl exited the bathroom.

“I’m not here for money or drugs,” I informed him, tapping the knife against his head.

“I have a girl here—a real fine piece of ass, and she’s the daughter of a wealthy man, so you know her pussy is golden. Do you want her?”

“Yes,” I replied bluntly.

“Yes. Oh, thank God. She’s in the bathroom.” Gerald sighed in relief, thinking I wouldn’t kill him since I agreed to have Haven. Little did he know, she was the reason I was here. And I planned on having her many times.

26

TWENTY-SIX

HAVEN

There’s a time in every human’s life when everything changes, and that change happens in mere seconds, and nothing is ever the same again. Some call ithitting rock bottom,while others say it’sdivine intervention. For some, that change happens only once, but for me, the universe has had too much fun fucking me with no lube. It wasn’t enough that I was born to a cruel father who didn’t protect me and sold me like I was one of the girls he trafficked, but said father brutally stabbed my mother and then left her for the pigs. For me, the first time my life changed was when I watched them tear her to pieces until her screams were drowned out, and there was nothing left but bits of hair and flesh stuck to pieces of chewed bone.

The moment I was presently in was high on the list of life-changing moments.

Gerald had brought me a tiny lingerie set he wanted me to wear, so I spent several minutes putting it on and giving myself a pep talk about going out there and getting this done. With a sigh, I ran my fingers through my hair and applied another layer of lip gloss. When I left the bathroom, I could hear Gerald speaking to someone in a hushed tone, so I assumed he was on thephone. Nothing could have prepared me for what was actually occurring.

Gerald was sitting in a chair placed at the foot of the bed. He was sweaty, red-faced, and shaking. Behind him was Kai, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, displaying the bright colors of his tattoos and thatgoddamnknife of his. And the thing is, he was smiling at me. Not like a ‘Hey, I’m happy to see you’ smile.No. I’m talking about a demented, wicked…hungry smile. Like the smile he gave me when he knew he was about to ravage me.

“What is this?” I asked, trying to contain whatever emotions I felt in the moment.

“I’m glad you could join us.”

“Join you for what?”

“Oh, Gerald didn’t tell you?” Kai chuckled darkly. “We are celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?”

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