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“It does?” I nod, picking up the eyeshadow next, but she takes it off me. “Here, let me. Close your eyes.” I close them. “Everyone talked about ya—Blake’s old lady.”
I fight the urge to tell her I’m not his old lady. The thought makes my stomach turn. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” She goes to the other eyelid. “I didn’t think ya’d be like this.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well…” Opening my eyes, she’s biting her lip. I can only guess what’s going through her mind, especially when there are only a couple of years between us. “Ah, nothin’. It don’t matter. Ya just seem different than how I pictured.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sammy.”
“You should leave while you can, Sammy.”
“I know…I just…” Her hand stops, and she sighs. “I have nowhere to go.”
“You should try. This place isn’t good.” Saying nothing more, she continues doing my makeup. We make small talk as she picks out some underwear to go with Blake’s dress. Everything else in the wardrobe looks cheap and short compared to the glamorous gowns Milton got me.
Milton.
I can’t get him out of my fucking head and probably never will.
The door flies open eventually. Blake walks in, eyes searching for me. When he finally finds me, he stops in his tracks and lets out a crude whistle. I was right about the dress—it barely covers anything. It’s uncomfortable and tight. I want to fucking set it on fire and watch it melt. “Let’s get goin’.”
Walking over to him in a pair of heels that pinch, he tilts my chin up when I’m near. Then he tugs me forward, his lips falling onto mine. I don’t feel it. Don’t fight. What’s the point? He’s going to have me. Maybe tonight—I can already see the bulge pressing in his jeans and feel the impatience rolling off him in waves. If it wasn’t for him being so pissed off at me, he would’ve fucked me already.
Groaning, he pulls away. “You stay by Nick and me tonight. I can’t say my boys will behave around you—especially the newbies.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me down a dank and musty corridor and then into a spacious room. Swarms of men are scattered around. The smell of booze, smoke, and sweat hangs in the air. It’s not changed. It’s still the same. The girls wearing hardly anything, being groped and mauled at. Some I recognize, but most of them are new and young. Too young to be here, yet nobody gives a shit.
I spot Sammy. She’s standing next to a large man who has his hand around her waist. I know that’s her dad with the obvious resemblance, and he’s practically exploiting her with his friends sharing the table. My stomach twists with sickness at the sight. What is wrong with this life?
Blake pulls me by the hand over to the top table. Eyes are on me—I can feel them raking down me. Some in a sexual way, others with curiosity. Someone even dares to ask the burning question, “Damn Blake. This your old lady?”
Blake sits on the leather chair and pulls me over his lap like I’ve never left. “Sure is. I told you she’s a looker, didn’t I?”
“You sure did,” the man agrees eagerly, eyes practically peeling the dress off me. “I can see why you hid her away all this time.”
Blake’s hand tightens around me. It’s not long before Nicolas appears beside us. For a moment, it’s like old times. The only one missing is Milton, standing at Nick’s other side, my true protector from anyone but Blake. My heart pangs and I feel miserable from the mere thought of him.
Why am I here? Why do I have to live this existence when all I want to do is…
“When I die, I’ll still own you.”
That hasn’t changed. My soul is still Milton’s, no matter how much my body is destroyed. But I’m already sinking into this pitiful existence Blake wants me to. I’m falling straight back into victim mode. What a way to repay Milton’s memory, for he said as such. That I am playing the victim when I’m not.
And if I am somehow related to Anaya Makesh, then evil does run through my veins. Evil I even used against my unborn child.
Stealing a glance in Blake’s direction, I know this man is dangerous, but he’s also weak. Somethinghaschanged. Something’s different this time. I no longer fear him like I used to. All I see is an old man and his hick MC club, nothing more.
“I need a drink.” I go to stand, but Blake’s hand tightens on my wrist. For a moment, I feel like he might correct me.You didn’t ask permission.Though, he doesn’t. Instead, he lets go.
“You come straight back.”
People watch as I make my way over to the bar. Johnny, the barman, smiles as he approaches me. “Welcome back. What can I get for you?”
“Vodka.”
