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“Damn right we did. Now get out of here. There’s another hour of bidding, then we’ll get her ready for transport. She’ll ship out tonight.”
The snake guy left, his steps too bouncy, his hands rubbing together like some maniacal cartoon character. The new guy stooped down and pushed the hair back from my face.
“So, you’re the one in charge?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and my mind clear. Get them talking. That’s what they always told us. If we couldn’t fight back, then get them to talk.
But he didn’t fall for it. He picked up my hair and pulled it for me to see. Gone was the blonde and pink replaced by a dark brown so close to my natural color it was shocking. “We had to pretty you up a bit. Our high rollers are particular and if you look like you might bite, then the lower bids come in. Those are the men who want to break you and not play with you. Any other time, I would have left you as is and sent you out for breaking. But since you belong to Cade, I want him to know how much I sold you for. To know that some other man will be fucking his girl and enjoying every second of being balls deep in her wet cunt.”
I spat at him, and he pulled my hair harder. Wiping his face, he said, “Your new owner may not like a woman with spirit, but I can guarantee if he needs to break it from you, he will. Even if itmeans he sends you back to us so we can pass you around until you’re begging for just his cock.”
Standing, he wiped his hands on his pants, ignoring my glare.
“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” My stomach turned at the word. “I had fun pulling that piercing from your pussy.” This time my stomach lurched, and bile filled my throat. “I was tempted to shove my cock in there, but I have my rules.” He yanked me up by my hair and slammed me against the wall, pulling my hair so hard my neck craned. “I might have to break that rule and give you a good fucking if you continue to be a nuisance.”
“Nuisance is my middle name. You might want to warn your buyer that I don’t play nice.”
His lips curled into a snarl. “I have one buyer who pulls the teeth from his girls so they can’t bite him when he shoves his cock down their throat. I blocked him from this bid, but I think I’ll add him back. He’s a high bidder and likes the feisty ones.”
Terror held me prisoner, the vileness of what he’d told me leaving me stunned. This was why men like Greyson Tides detested men like this. Why Emerson had tried taking these men down. If I made it out of this, I would ensure he struck down the rumors that he was responsible for the trafficking. Struck it down and cleared his name, because any association with this was horrid. I’d lived in a bubble, never really understanding what these men were doing to women, but here I was in the middle of it, and it was even more grotesque than I’d thought.
“Now be a good girl and shut up, or I’ll knock you out again.”
Hearing good girl from him made the vomit want to spill from where it perched in my throat. He stomped out of the room, closing the door behind him. I heard a lock and thought about how different this prison was from the one Emerson had put me in. Did he know I was gone? He had to have realized it by now, but did he know who had taken me? Or where I was?
The panic rose when I realized he’d been hunting these men and hadn’t found them. He might never find me. Imight never see him again, experience his touches again, touches that horrid unwanted ones would soon replace. I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to fight the panic and desperation, calling on the strength I’d prided myself on for years. Strength these asses had stripped from me so easily it terrified me.
Keeping my eyes closed, I prayed Emerson would find me, keeping that thought in my mind and curling into a ball to shove away the knowledge that countless men had seen me naked and at least one had touched me as he’d removed my piercings. I let the thought of what Emerson would do to them when he rescued me, of what I would do to them when I was finally free, take over the all-consuming hopelessness that threatened to drown me.
Chapter Twenty-Five
GREYSON
Mason was resting on the wheel of my plane, Tyson standing rigid next to him when we pulled into my hangar. His plane was on the tarmac, his men on guard. Three men stood in the hangar on guard with mine.
“Is it party time?” Tyson said, rubbing his hands.
“There is no party.” I stepped from the car, Riley emerging after me.
“What the hell is my sister doing here?” Mason asked, pushing from his spot and closing in on us.
“She’s pig-headed and won’t listen. That’s why she’s here.”
“I’m not pig-headed,” she quipped. “And stop talking about me like I can’t hear you both.”
“Get back in the car, Ri. There’s no way you’re going into something this dangerous.”
“This plane is better stocked than ours.” I tipped my head to see Angie emerging with a bottle of wine and a bag of chips. Casey’s curls peeked out after her.
“Angie’s right. Riley gets cheese curls. I want cheese curls.”
“And you have the nerve to lecture me for bringing Riley?” I asked Mason.
He sighed, plowing his fingers into his hair. His green eyes that were the match to Riley’s met mine. “They’re all stubborn.”
“Ang threatened to cut me off for a week if I didn’t take her,” Tyson grumbled.
“Yeah, and we had to hear the blow job she gave you on the way here,” Casey said with a disgusted look. “You’re lucky I didn’t throw up.”
Tyson smirked as Angie wrapped her arms around his neck, the bottle thudding against his chest. “It was worth it,” he teased, bringing her hand to his mouth.
