Page 112 of Dark Surrender

Nope. We’re not doin’ this right now.

“What the actual fuck?” I hiss.

“Kid. I know you.”

While that might be true, I’m not going there.

“We ain’t got time for this.” Ignoring my father, I turn to Rot. “You got any way to reach our women in there? Or is this a one-way thing?”

Rot leans back in his chair, threads his fingers behind his neck, and looks up at me with a cunning grin. “What do you think?”

“I think you love your woman and you’d wanna keep her safe. So how do we talk to ‘em?”

“Sola has a device,” he confirms. “I put it in her, so it’s undetectable.”

Great.

“You put something in your woman’s pussy?”

Rot winks. “Hell yeah. It’s her God-given purse.”

“You’re gross.” I laugh.

“You’ll thank me for this later.”

“Oh. I’m sure I will. Now let’s get this fuckin’ mess figured out.”

CHAPTER FORTY

Iris

My tits are out, men keep staring, and some horrific things are happening at this resort. I’m trying my best to ignore the worst of it, but damn, this is harder than anything Dee and I’ve handled before.

Passing Sola in the hall, with towels draped over my forearms, I paste on a too-friendly smile as we nod hello, and our eyes meet for a moment. She flicks her attention to a nearby door and heads that way. I deliver the towels to an older, pitted-faced man on a lounger who decides touching my breasts is an acceptable tip. He squeezes far too hard and licks his lips as I keep a wooden smile firmly in place to avoid drawing attention. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long for him to grow tired of me not showing any emotion or giving him any sign that I’d like him to take it further. He lets go of my breast, and when I turn to leave, he gives my ass a solid tap.

With a whole vat of disgust boiling in my gut, I walk away and enter the door I assume Sola went through.

Inside, it’s dark with the curtains drawn. It’s clearly an unused bedroom, and there’s puking coming from the attached bathroom, where I find Sola holding Kali’s hair back as she purges in the toilet.

“Everything okay?” I ask, leaning against the doorjamb to keep a lookout, just in case someone comes in.

With her head in the bowl, Kali gives me a weak thumbs-up.

Sola shakes her head.

Yeah. I didn’t think so.

“So, what’s the plan?” I whisper.

Sola lifts a wad of Kali’s hair and motions for me to come take it. We swap positions. Our poor friend dry heaves into the porcelain throne. Hating this for her, I rub the small of her back, hoping it helps.

Sola turns around, giving me her back, lets out a small sound, then turns back around and sets a wet plastic bag on the countertop.

“Sola?”

“Don’t ask.” The redhead peeks at me over her shoulder, holding a small black device. She turns it on and presses a small button on the side. “You there?” she whispers.

When nothing happens, she tries again. This time, Rot’s voice floods the bathroom. “Red?”