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Walking toward the kitchen to put my plate in the sink, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to tense. I’m usually pretty good at being aware of my surroundings; you never know when someone’s going to snap, or approach you quickly. I had to do my fair share of fighting off aggressive men, so learning to be aware has saved me more times than I can count.
I turn to see Thiago standing in the doorway. His friendly brown eyes and soft smile allow me to relax a bit.
“We have your back, little one. Us guys and Lya are here for you, if you need to talk or whatever. I know what it’s like to hold all this shit on your shoulders. Just don’t fight it alone.” Pain fills his eyes, silently letting me know that he’s speaking from experience.
I nod, walking toward him and lightly patting his shoulder. I’ve gotten to the point where their touch doesn’t bother me so much anymore. At first, it made me cringe when they’d get close, even though they were just trying to be friendly. Slowly, I’ve gotten more comfortable around all of them, allowing myself to let my guard down.
“Thanks, Thi. I know, but sometimes I have to handle things on my own.” He looks at me with understanding, letting me leave without saying another word.
Walking up to my room, all I feel is emptiness. Pain is swirling beneath my skin, anger is radiating off of me, and I feel like I’m about to combust. Needing air, I decide I’m going to slip out tonight. Since I've been here, I’ve been testing the limits to see what I can get away with. Usually when I head to bed early, Lya will let me be. She gives me the space I need when I’m in here. So now that I’ve gone to my room, I’ll have the entire night to myself.
Pulling on a hoodie over my t-shirt and leggings, I grab my shoes and get ready to climb out the window. I make sure my door is locked before I walk over to the window, sliding it up. It’s risky to lock it, but in my years at Harvey’s, I learned how to pick open locks when I needed to.
Harvey used to make us stay out all night, sometimes with grotesque men at their homes. Those were his highest paying customers. When they’d fall asleep, I’d sneak around their houses, trying to find anything that could help me if I was ever able to get out. Sometimes they had locked doors that I’d pry open with whatever I could find lying around.
Although my room’s on the second floor, I can still climb and scale down the drain pipe without too much trouble. Getting back up is always harder since I have to go up the pipe, but I’ve managed to do it each time so far. Luckily, no one has caught me yet—not sure how I’d explain sneaking out my second floor bedroom. They have security cameras all around the outside of the house, but I’ve learned where I can walk so they can’t see me.
Usually when I go out, I walk the half mile to the closest house and back. It’s not much, but it at least allows me somewhere to go and think for a while. The nerves pulsing through me from the thrill of getting caught are enough to make me feel again. The adrenaline is something I look forward to, even if it means I do get caught one day.
Sliding down the gutter, the soft ground finally meets the soles of my tennis shoes. The air is cool tonight, with rain slowly drizzling from the sky. My favorite type of weather is when the sky is crying. It reminds me that even with all the pain in the world, darkness can still be beautiful.
The more I walk, the more my mind drifts back to the place it always goes when I’m feeling lonely. To the boy who betrayed me. The boy who I thought would do anything to protect me, but just gave me empty promises.
That fucker has to be here!
He wasn’t at the Adair house, which was out in the middle of fucking nowhere, so he has to be here. I park my silver Aston Martin down the street from Sutton’s house on Cherry Hill Road and just watch. A few young girls walk in the front door of the fancy two-story stone house with bright red shutters.
The longer I sit here, the more I realize how similar Abingdon is to the West Side of Craibridge. Run-down, dirty, and the cops don’t give a fuck what’s going on. I’d bet he picked this location because of that, as well as the fact that Abingdon is a central location to all the big, rich cities around here. He could get wealthy clients to drive here because it’s close enough, but they’re less likely to be recognized.
I’ve been here for hours, just watching girls of all ages come and go from the house, all wearing skimpy outfits that hide nothing. No sign of Lainey yet. My anxiety swells, and I grow more impatient the longer I sit here. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest from the anticipation.
I can’t wait here and watch any longer—I need to get out and take action.
This is the first time in months that I’m actually wearing a suit, rather than just an old t-shirt and boxers. My black suit hugs my muscles perfectly, which was a surprise. I’ve been fucking around and drinking for months; the only real workout I’ve had has been jerking off. I guess if there’s one good thing I got from my father, it was his good genes, because I definitely should’ve lost some of my previous muscle tone.
I honestly can’t tell you the last time I was out of the house for anything besides fast food and alcohol.
As I get closer to the house, a blonde girl in a tight, hot pink dress that shows almost her whole ass stops me on the sidewalk. “Hey handsome. You looking for some fun?” she asks, running her cherry red fingernails down my chest.
My stomach lurches at her touch. I’m no saint, that’s for sure. I’ve fucked other girls over the past nine years, but the thought of her touching me when I’m so close to finding Lainey repulses me.
I take a step back so she can no longer reach me. “Maybe. Depends on who’s asking. You one of Sutton’s girls?” I ask, in the hopes that I can use her to get face to face with him without drawing attention to myself.
“Mmmm,” she hums, as she undresses me with her hungry eyes. “Are you here for a specific girl?”
I am, but not like she’s thinking.I’m here to savemygirl.
“If you don't already have one lined up, I can show you a good time. I’ve been told I have the tightest pussy out of all the girls here.” The way the words roll off her tongue in a purr let’s me know she’s practiced these lines, probably more times than I could count. She’s clearly very forward and pushy, making me wonder how busy Sutton forces them to be.
“Yeah, I’ve got a specific girl in mind, but I need to see Sutton first. Take me to him?” My jaw tightens, and I can feel the veins in my neck throbbing at the thought of men paying to use my girl to warm their beds and suck their dicks. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my ever-growing anger.
“He won’t like me bringing in a random guy off the street,” she says hesitantly, as she twirls a blonde lock around her finger. My gaze darkens, cutting into her with a sinister promise of what will happen if she doesn’t do what I want. I’d never actually hurt her, but she doesn’t know that.
“He won’t mind when he finds out Omega is here to see him. But hewillmind if he finds out you turned away his biggest supplier,” I threaten.
Her body stiffens, her eyes widening and dropping to my chest as if my glare is burning her. “Uh... Um...” she stutters out—like she’s trying to decide which option would be worse—before finally whispering, “Yeah, I’ll take you to him.” She motions for me to follow her, swinging her hips suggestively as she walks, making me wonder if she’s still expecting me to take her up on her offer. I can’t focus on that though, I’m way too close to finally seeing my girl.
Walking back to the house, she leads me up the stone steps and through the solid wooden door with a frosted cut-out in the middle. This place is fancy as hell and isn’t how you would imagine your typical cathouse. The floors are real hardwood, and everything in this place is modern. Sutton already seems like the type to need the fancier things in life.
