Page 46 of Her Last Hope
She continued toward the house, figuring she’d enter through the open sliders on the far-right side.
“Hey, babe, can I buy you a drink?” a man asked as he approached, smacking her ass.
She held her glass up. “I’ve got one, thanks.”
“How about I get you something else?” He grabbed her ass, squeezing and shaking it.
“Don’t think my husband would appreciate that.” She nodded in Nick’s direction as she peeled the slimy hand off her butt cheek.
“What kind of man brings his wife to a party like this?”
She smiled sweetly. “I brought him. Now, if you excuse me, I have some business to take care of.”
The gun strapped to her thigh gave her a sense of comfort, but if she had to pull it out, that would be bad no matter how one looked at it.
She made her way into what appeared to be the living room. White leather sofas filled the center, and white end tables and lamps accented the space. White paintings and artwork lined the walls.
The white room.
A circular staircase, with white steps, was situated on the far-right side of the room. A few young women dressed in schoolgirl skirts and blouses tied beneath their breasts wobbled down the stairs.
Behind them, older men adjusted their pants as they laughed and smiled and told a few dirty jokes.
Dylan strolled across the room with a girl dressed in the same tiny outfit as the other girl on his arm.
Fuck.
Skyler.
He looked directly at Leandra but didn’t nod or give her any kind of signal. It was like he looked right through her, but maybe that was the signal.
Skyler had her hair in pigtails and a washed-out look on her face.
“I’m following,” she whispered, figuring someone knew that Dylan had the girl.
When she got to the bottom of the steps, she lookedaround, hoping no one noticed her. She raced to the top just in time to see Dylan open a door down the hallway. A guard at the top of the stairs stopped her.
“She’s with me,” Dylan called.
The guard shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat.”
Leandra scurried down the hallway, ducking into the room. Skyler sat on the bed, barely aware of her soundings.
“She’s strung out,” Dylan said as he closed and locked the door before making his way to the window.
“Skyler?” Leandra whispered, sitting on the bed next to her.
Skyler raised her hands to her top and started to untie her blouse.
Leandra placed her hand over Skyler’s, who looked at her with a blank expression. “I’ve seen two other girls dressed like this.” Leandra took a blanket and wrapped it around Skyler.
“I believe there are five girls total here.” Dylan opened the window. “Logan, Ramey. Second floor. Last window on the east side. Single guard at the top of the stairs. Need someone to take him out and replace him, then someone else to go to the living room bar and buy up all the girls in schoolgirl outfits and bring them upstairs so we can extract them.”
“How are we going to do that?” she asked.
“Cause a power outage and climb out this window.”
“Sounds easy enough.” She pulled out her phone. “I’m going to text Nick.”
