Page 48 of Jagger
“I’d get her cleaned up, but she’s only here for one more night.”
In for six.
“So, do we have a deal?”
Out for six.
A blinding light fills my face, making me close my eyes. I hate that my body is on display for these sick bastards, but I won’t show emotion. I won’t lose control. I won’t give in.
The other person enters the room, and expensive cologne fills my nostrils. Another rich, perverted prick.
“Yeah, she’ll do. Don’t bother cleaning her up. I like them dirty.” A sick chuckle follows his words, and I try to see who it is, but the light is too bright. He sounds young. I wonder if I can choke him with the chains. If Lawson leaves my hands chained together, I can wrap them around his throat?—
“Come, Molly. You’re fortunate to have been chosen by Mr. Knight.”
My eyes widen despite the harsh white light.
Knight?
That name is familiar, but I can’t place it.
“I have a meeting,” Lawson states as he reaches down to unlock the padlock, keeping my throat chained to the wall behind me. There’s no respite, though; it just means I can move a little more. Next is my ankle chain, the throat chain, then I’m hoisted to my feet, my wrists still in handcuffs. I’m not free—I’m just no longer chained to the ground or wall. I stumble when Itry to walk, the ankle chains too close together for me to take big steps.
“She’s skinny. Bony,” Mr. Knight comments, his voice tinged with disapproval.
Lawson stops and points to another girl in the corner, cowering away from his harsh light. “I’ve got her; she’s got more meat on her bones. She’s cheaper, too.”
I manage to lift my eyes to the man who will be raping me and almost fall back in stunned shock.
It’s Wolfe Knight.
Jagger’s best friend.
My stomach twists, and tears prick my eyes. Am I going to be passed around like a fucking toy with these schoolboys? Has Jagger given out Lawson’s details? Is that what this is? Humiliation creeps down my body, starting on my cheeks and spreading like a rash over my chest and stomach. To think I once giggled with Aphrodite about Wolfe being my favorite of the Archer Boys.
What a stupid girl I was.
All men are like this.
Wolfe doesn’t look at me but shakes his head at Lawson. “You should feed them more. No one wants to fuck a bag of bones.”
Lawson raises his brows. “How I feed them is none of your concern. Fuck this one, and call me when you’re done. Leave her in the room.”
Lawson tugs me forward by my collar, and I fall forward, unable to keep upright with my injuries and lack of energy. Lawson marches me forward, kicking my legs when I stumble again. Tears stream down my cheeks, burning the river beds the previous tears left there. My bones feel like they’re snapping. My heart rate accelerates, and I manage to sway on my feet, but a whimper leaves my lips—so much for keeping calm.
“I’ll need those taken off.” Wolfe stops and points to my feet and neck. “The idea is I feel like she’s mine for the time I’m paying you. Not some drugged-up whore.”
Lawson’s nostrils flare. “She’s not drugged up.”
But he doesn’t deny that I’m a whore.
“Take them off.” Wolfe glares at Lawson, and even I shudder. I know Wolfe is mean, but he’s terrifying up close. His lips curl into a snarl as he points at my restraints again. “Now.”
What does Wolfe have planned for me?
Lawson seems to consider this, and for a second, I fear he will shoot Wolfe or something. But then he tilts his head and says, “It’s more money without restraints. There’s also a risk she could run.”
Wolfe arches a brow. “I like it when they run.”
