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I put my arms in, and he shimmies the shirt down over my body, covering me completely before removing the towel. Even though most of the men here have already seen me naked or will soon enough.
He then kneels between my legs with the leggings. He places one of my feet in the hole of the legging and begins to pull them up.
A warmth of electricity zips through me at his touch. And as he places my second foot in the leggings and begins to pull them up my thighs, my hand grasps onto his, stopping him before I do something stupid like beg him to fuck me right here, right now.
What the hell is wrong with me?
He just touched my thigh. It’s just because I haven’t ever fucked a man. And being around a hot guy, knowing he could bid on me, take my virginity, make me his wife, and ruin all my plans has me panting for him to do just that. It’s just hormones and biology. It doesn’t mean anything; I don’t have any real feelings. I just want to be fucked—and not by any of the disgusting men who I want to kill.
I want to be fucked by Hayes. And then maybe slit his throat afterward. He’s still a Retribution King, after all.
I quickly yank my leggings up, putting an end to our contact.
Peter walks over, his gaze fixated on Hayes’s shoulder. “You should see a doctor for your shoulder. No one here has enough medical experience to ensure you heal properly and don’t get an infection.”
Hayes stares Peter down. It’s clear Peter isn’t concerned about Hayes’s health. For some reason, Peter wants to get rid of him.
“I trust Colton to do a fine job stitching me up. And I’ll make sure to see a doctor tomorrow, but thanks for your concern.” Hayes flashes his signature grin, but there’s a warning in his eyes as he looks at Peter.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from smiling myself as Peter nods before looking at me. “We’ll start the next auction in five minutes. We don’t want whoever attacked us to win. If it was an ill-fated attempt to stop the auctions, it won’t work. The auctions will happen.”
Peter turns before I have a chance to speak. My hands fist at my side as I glare at the back of his balding gray head.
“Down, girl. You’ll get your chance to hurt him. You’ll get your chance to hurt everyone here, but you have to be patient. You can’t attack them again so quickly. They’ll figure it out and take you captive before you have the chance to finish them,” Hayes whispers in my ear.
I stare at Peter, who stops and talks to Leo. Both men stare at me with a suspicious look. They both know—or at least suspect me.
I roll my shoulders back. “They know.”
“It doesn’t matter if they do or don’t. They have no evidence. No reason to rally the others against you—yet.”
I swallow, realizing how foolish my plan was.
“Boss, I should stitch you up,” Colton says.
Hayes nods, not taking his eyes off of me.
I get up from my chair. “Sit here.”
Hayes shakes his head, but I don’t let him refuse. “Sit,” I repeat.
He sits, while I stand a few feet away, hugging my oversized shirt to my face as I think through my options and how this will all end.
Colton pulls up another chair and makes quick work of Hayes’s shoulder. I should be planning my next move, but my eyes are fixated on his shoulder. How his muscles contract with every breath he takes. How his long hair has fallen out of his bun in long, dark curls. How his green eyes watching me sets fire between my legs in a blaze of arousal I don’t know how to extinguish.
Colton finishes, and I stare at his work. The gash I opened in his chest is now closed by stitches. Hayes didn’t once wince or hiss or make a single sound. What pain has the man endured to not be affected by being stitched up? Does it match my own?
Suddenly, four men surround me. Four Retribution Kings. Blocking my view of Hayes and the rest of the room.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I instinctually grab for a weapon on my body, but I don’t have one. I have nothing. And as skilled as I am, I can’t fight off four armed men while I have nothing.
“What is this?” I ask.
They don’t answer. My arms are yanked viciously behind my back, and metal snaps around my wrists. My feet are lifted off the floor as more metal rubs against my ankles. A blindfold is tightened over my eyes, and I’m completely at their disposal. They could do anything they wanted to me, and I would be powerless to stop them.
“Peter! What the hell is this? This wasn’t part of the contract! I’m a Retribution King, same as any man in this room. I’m initiated. I signed a contract to sell my firsts and myself into marriage. I didn’t sign up for whatever twisted game this is!”
I don’t expect an answer, but I refuse to stay silent and not fight back, even if it risks everything.
