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I want this to end with me walking out of here without a single hair on my head, or anywhere else, being touched. But I don’t know if that’s going to happen, because these people are shoving me forward as the garage door opens, then into said garage before the door closes.
Then I’m being shoved into the house. I suck in a breath, holding it for a moment as I’m being forced forward by a hand against my back for every step, stumbling. I want to tell this asshole that he doesn’t have to push me because I can literally go nowhere else, but I decide against it.
Sliding my tongue along my bottom lip, I fall against the sofa in the living room and sit down, thankful not to be pushed any longer. Although a sofa definitely doesn’t feel like a safe place in this situation.
I watch in horror as two more men walk in through the back of the house. One is dressed in a suit, the other, I realize when they get closer, is just a teenager. And when I really take them in, I realize exactly who they are.
These men are part of Hendrick’s family in some way or another. They are without a doubt related to my man.
“What do you think?” Harlow asks, sauntering toward the man in the suit.
He tilts his head to the side, his gaze scanning my face, then my body. If he recognizes me, he doesn’t say anything or make any kind of expression that he does. Instead, he turns toward Harlow, and I watch as he wraps his arm around her waist, bringing her close to his side.
I am so confused because I thought that this other guy was her man, but then I start to see that Harlow’s man is anyone who benefits her in the moment. I can get that. I’ve been that girl before.
I hope that I’m never that girl again.
“She’s beautiful, but what makes her different than any other girl? She’s a little old, so she needs to be valuable in some other way.”
Old?
I’m not even twenty-five.
Not only am I taken aback, but I am also offended. I probably shouldn’t be, because I don’t think they’re talking about anything good at all. I’m not sure I want to be extra desirable to any of these people.
Harlow lets out a low hum. “Hendrick Hamilton is in love with her.”
There is a moment of silence, and the air becomes so thick that I feel as if I might actually choke on it. The man takes a step forward, then another. He stops when he’s directly in front of me and then crouches down so we’re eye to eye.
“You look like his type,” he chuckles. “However,” he calls out before he straightens and turns to Harlow, “being a Hamilton fuck toy doesn’t mean dick outside of the city of Dallas, so I think you’ve just wasted all of our time here.”
Harlow takes a menacing step toward him. At least she’s trying to look menacing, but I don’t think it works because she’s a tiny little thing. The man in the suit obviously doesn’t think she’s all that intimidating either, because he smirks down at her.
“I want my sister back,” she says.
I feel bad for her. Whatever is happening here, it’s clear it involves women, and if it’s anything that my imagination can come up with, then nothing that happened with her sister is good in any way.
But I’m a fucking idiot, and I open my loud mouth because that’s just who I fucking am.
“You want your sister back, so you don’t care if you sell someone else, knowing they’ll meet the same fate? Because you don’t know me very well, you don’t care?” I ask.
Harlow’s head snaps to the side, and her eyes meet mine. I watch as they narrow. But I don’t give a shit. I’m on a roll now, and I’m not going to let this woman do this to me. She is not for women. She is for herself, and it shows.
“I don’t give a shit about you, Allison.”
She spins around and looks up at the suited man, but he doesn’t let her speak. Instead, he lifts his hand, his palm facing her as he shifts his gaze over to the men who brought her in. “You been fuckin’ her?” he asks, jerking his chin toward the man who is without a doubt fucking her.
I’m not sure if the one the suited guy is talking to jerks his chin or what, but there is silence for a moment before the guy in the suit takes a step forward. “You’re supposed to marry him tomorrow. You are worth more to me right in this moment. However, not outside of Dallas. Therefore, you can join the others in the back room. The men come in the morning to collect.”
“Wait, what?” she cries.
The men who kidnapped me swarm around her before they drag her into the back of the house. She screams, but then the sound is muffled, and I’m left with the guy in the suit and the teenage boy, who is trying to look like a badass, but judging by the terror behind his eyes, he wants to be anywhere but here.
I don’t blame him because I feel the same damn way.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
