Page 6 of Auctioned Surrender

As soon as the light turns green, Jay punches the gas. My eyes stay glued to the tracking app on my phone, the one that shows me right where Evers’ car is. “Hard right,” I yell, nearly missing the ninety-degree turn.

Jay’s car takes the corner. He floors the gas, and within a couple of minutes we can see the back end of the limo again. Jay eases up on the speed, staying a good distance behind this time so as not to draw attention to our car. Evers slows down and turns his blinker on to the left, but tells us on the overhead to go right. The man driving Bryanna has reached his destination, and Evers doesn’t want to get too close or arouse suspicion.

I google the surrounding businesses, and my jaw locks tight. There’s nothing but massage parlors, strip joints, a couple pawn shops, and a half-dozen stop-and-stab gas stations along this stretch of the thoroughfare. Bryanna may have acted like she wasn’t affected by her situation, but I saw the emotion swirling in her eyes, the will that she exuded not to breakdown and cry while she lied straight to my fucking face, and these surroundings make me want to find her fast.

Murphy from intel cuts through the silence in the car. “We have eyes on the parlor from above. The driver just hauled Bryanna into Bee’s Massage and Salon Parlor.”

Fuck! I know what they do in these joints, and while they may give some massages, a whole hell of a lot more than that goes on too. “Thanks, Murphy. I need a way in. You guys able to help a little?” I say as Jay pulls in just past the salon to park.

“Roger that, man. Dereck called in his update after his meeting with Layla. There’s a masquerade ball on Friday. They have an auction scheduled for virgins, and she said your little assignment is up for bid,” Murphy says.

My jaw clenches tight. “That’s our fucking way in then. Call in a request for a petite dark-haired innocent-looking babe with a body that won’t quit. Let them know your boss is traveling through, a little bored and willing to pay five thousand dollars for a little titty action and no sex, but it has to be now and with a virgin. If they want more specifics, just make something up,” I say to Murphy, who will call in my request to the parlor that we all know is fronting for a brothel.

Murphy needs no further instruction. “We’ve got it covered.”

It’s less than ten minutes before we get a response. “They took the bait. You go in as Mr. Smith. Give it about ten minutes.”

“Are you serious? Everyone will know that’s a fake name,” I grumble.

“Of course. They would suspect anything else, and your name, Melotti … well, it just reeks of trouble,” Murphy says.

I smirk, because it does, and he is so right.

“Roger that,” I say, preparing myself and switching clothes for the second time in less than twelve hours to put my eyes on this stunning and indescribably perfect woman.

I walk into the building, and a long-blonde-haired lady is sitting behind the counter. She must have heard the noisyclanging as I walked through the door, but doesn’t glance up until I clear my throat and ask her if this is Bee’s Massage Parlor.

The receptionist barely looks up even after that, gesturing to the large sign behind her that she apparently thinks I’ve missed. “I have an appointment. My name is Mr. Smith.”

She scours the list in front of her and nods as she apparently finds the match. “You have the luxury package. Come with me.” Her heels tap in front of me all the way down the hall until we reach a door at the end. “You have sixty minutes. We weren’t really expecting guests, so she may be a little drowsy, but I think you will still find her most accommodating. Poor thing must not have slept well, or lots of party-party last night.” She winks at me as I step into the small room, and the door closes behind me.

The vision of Bryanna in the bath as her peach-shaped breasts floated on the bubbles was exotic, but she’s now lying on the massage table, completely nude, her breasts completely bare, and her nipples are erect and gleaming with oil. Her head is turned away from me, and her shoulder-length hair has fallen over to the side and is covering her face.

I pick up a towel, intending to place it over her, but a quick surveillance around the room tells me there are cameras tucked into just about every corner in the ceiling, ensuring the sick fucks don’t miss a thing. I throw the towel onto a side table instead, and at the same time my cell buzzes. The message from intel tells me exactly what I suspected, and the device in my pocket has picked up audio tracking too. These bastards will know exactly what I say the minute my mouth opens.

I turn Bryanna toward me, and her eyes flutter a few times, then her wide doll-like green eyes open in surprise as recognition and then fear cross her lovely features. “You can’t be here.”

I clamp my hand over her mouth. “I’m pretty sure that I can, but I don’t take what’s not given. Do I need to ask for my moneyback?” I say loudly, and the look of fear and confusion in her glassy eyes makes my stomach roll. I lean over to kiss up her long creamy neck and make my way to her earlobe, needing to calm her and make sure the men behind the cameras don’t get suspicious at the same time.

“Quiet, cameras are on, and they can hear every word. Do as I say, Bryanna,” I whisper before pushing her hair from her face to take in the fluttering of those wide green eyes that are trying to focus on me without closing again.

“Do you want to play, or would you rather I find someone a little more willing?” I ask loudly, watching her eyes turn misty with emotion while undoing my tie for the camera, and giving her a moment to let it all sink in.

Bryanna struggles to respond to my question, and my jaw locks tightly, realizing that she can barely form a few words. This isn’t a case of being tired after a night of not sleeping well. I would recognize these signs a mile away. She’s been sedated half out of her mind, and it’s clear that she’s been given to me in this state to use as nothing more than a toy. The fact they’ve drugged her, left her completely defenseless, and sold her services to a perfect stranger pisses me right the fuck off! These bastards clearly don’t know who they’re messing with, but they will by the time I’m through.

“Do you want to play?” I repeat, my voice harsher and louder than intended, frustrated beyond belief these people have done this to her.

“Yes, of course,” Bryanna says, but the shakiness of her voice and the trembling of her bottom lip makes me want to do serious fucking damage to whoever has put her in this goddamn position.

“Very good, then I’ll give you instruction, and you’ll obey?” I tell her as I stroke down the side of her alabaster cheek with the tip of my finger.

Bryanna nods in agreement, and her fluttering eyes turn even hazier as I continue caressing her cheek. She nuzzles her face into my hand and makes a soft sound as her eyes continue to drift, and my cock hardens with desire for this beautiful young woman. I’m supposed to be protecting her, but she’s the most captivating woman I’ve ever seen. The way she responds to my instruction, even sedated, is intoxicating as fuck, and as much as I should, I can’t deny my attraction for everything about my little green-eyed charge.

I watch her eyes, still hazy with sleep and unspoken desire, blinking every few moments, trying to stay open for me, but she loses the fight, and her breathing starts to slow. I take hold of her wrist and count the beats. Too damn slow. Fuck!

I step back, make a show for the cameras of pulling my tie off, ease her head up, and slip the satiny material around her neck. I take a picture of her from shoulder up, then send it to Matt and copy the group, positive these fuckers think I’m just capturing a pic of my prey to ogle later when alone.

Need help getting her out. She’s been drugged.

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