Page 81 of Dollhouse

How many more deaths would there be because of me?

We must find out who’s responsible. I’ve never been more motivated for anything in my entire life. Failure wasn’t an option; we have to find the person or persons responsible.

* * *

An hourlater I am walking down the stairs dressed in the thigh-high white dress that fits me like a second skin, and am wearing the new shoes they’d bought me.

Black Louboutin stilettos.

I feel like a fucking badass. Like a brand-new woman.

I hadn’t worn designer anything since leaving Sebastian. With him, it was designer everything all the time. I’m positive if there was such a thing as designer toilet paper, he would’ve bought it.

My black hair is in a curtain of curls around my shoulders, my lips painted bright red and my makeup subtle. It’s nice to get out of the t-shirts that I’ve been wearing every day and actually dress up for a change.

All three men are standing downstairs waiting, their eyes instantly on me taking in my appearance. My confidence grows while standing under their gawking stares.

I couldn’t help it, I let my own eyes wander over each of them.

They wear matching black suits with black dress shirts and shoes.

Eli’s hair is slicked back, Rowen’s is messy, and King’s hair is pulled in his usual man bun that looks even sexier when paired with a suit.

They are all handsome, but they already know that.

I can tell by the smug knowing grin on each of their faces when our eyes connect.

“Need a towel to wipe your drool?” King jokes, giving me a wink while he extends his hand toward me and helps me down the rest of the stairs. “Let’s go, butterfly.”

Vlad and Nico are our drivers for the night, and to my surprise, we aren’t taking one of their usual cars. When we step outside, my jaw drops when I see the sleek black limo parked out front.

King helps me inside and sits beside me with his arm around my shoulders, Rowen and Eli taking the bench seat to the left of us.

“Do you have your phone?” Eli asks, he is barely able to look at me. Yeah, something is most definitely going on with them.

“Yeah, I do.” I open my black leather clutch and pull out my iPhone, holding down the button to power it on.

I was expecting to have countless calls and text messages, so I’m surprised to see that there is not a single notification.

Is no one worried about me? Not even Cassie?

My lips curl down in a frown. “Did anyone delete anything on my phone?”

“No.”

“Nope.”

“No one’s touched it.”

They all deny it, which means that no one truly cares about me enough to check on me. I probably should’ve expected that, but it still hurts.

“Something wrong, butterfly?” I shake my head, sliding my phone back into my clutch, snuggling closer to King’s side.

* * *

We arrive at Confess,a hot new nightclub that Cassie has been begging me to go to ever since they opened. The large building is completely black, and there isn’t a single tell that would reveal it’s a nightclub.

There’s a black and white sign outside with CONFESS written in large bold letters, but that’s it.

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