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I look at her, my eyes shining with tears. “For now, we need to be docile. We have to be one of her good Knotty Girls.”
Chapter 24
Kinsey
The Knotty Girls Club
Ittakeseverythinginme to get out of bed, my eyes burning from the endless tears that wouldn’t stop last night. I can’t believe an entire day has passed, and while my brain knows it’s not that long, my heart feels like it has been an eternity.
Yesterday was uneventful for the most part once we had showered and returned to the living area. Madame Samara walked us through her expectations of being a new entertainer. Luckily, it wasn’t as horrible as I had expected. But I know why she does it.
She wants us to want to be here. She will bomb us with love and affection, making us feel like this is somewhere good. She manipulates everything and everyone under her roof. I’ve seen it happen before. She uses her influence as an alpha to make it seem as if life away from her wouldn’t be worth living. She will try to brainwash us into believing that no pack is worthy of our presence unless they pay.
She is like Madame Tamsin, but she hides her hostile attitude well. It doesn’t take much to provoke Madame Tamsin. I don’t know what Madame Samara’s breaking point is, though. I don’t want to find out.
She just wants us to be pretty accessories on the clients she favors. We can dance and serve food and drinks, making the wealthy of Saint Vista feel wanted and loved by many to make up for the lack of it in their real lives.
As for her expectations of my body? I know that sort of thing will come soon enough. Once I am broken and brainwashed and unlikely to fight. It’s why she mentioned the medication for my heat cycles, which is when I’ll yearn to mate. But I won’t find out. I’ll ensure that it never comes to that for Holly or me. We will get out of here. I have faith in my guys. I have faith in us.
Pushing my thoughts away, I listen to Holly get out of the shower. She didn’t sleep at all either. She didn’t cry like me, but instead, she held me close and stroked my hair, being strong for me after I was strong for her.
She exits the shower and saunters directly to me, plopping on the bed to pull me into her arms. I laugh as she snuggles her face to my neck and proceeds to kiss my cheek, her comfort helping ease the hard ache clenching my chest.
“It’s going to be fine today. My brothers will come for us. I bet they’ve already gathered the armies and have located us. We just have to be patient.” Holly smiles at me and leans away, giving me a little shake. “And when they come, they’ll give you so much love that you have to beg for mercy.”
Her hope helps fill me up with my own. I need to chant her positive affirmations into the universe and believe this will soon be over. Because the fuckers that took us and sold us to Madame Samara have no idea what they’ve done. My guys are willing to overthrow their own damn father. They kill without a thought to protect those they love.
That knowledge helps me get out of bed, take a shower, and get dressed.
Holly waits for me to finish, and we head downstairs to the living area, where a dozen voices hum through the air. I’ve never been around so many omegas at once in my life. Not even at the Vixen Lounge. Madame Tamsin kept them separated from us.
“You’re late, dears,” Madame Samara calls, her voice ringing from where she sits on a recliner with...whoa. Male omegas? They’re not as desirable, but they’re rare, and she has two of them, one sitting on each of the chair’s arms. “I’ll let it slide this once, considering you need a moment to adjust. Tomorrow, I expect you showered and down here by eight sharp. Now hurry and grab your outfits from the rack. Do you remember where your sections are?”
“Yes, Madame Samara,” I say, keeping close to Holly. The bitch never told us what time she wanted us to be here. I was never expected to work before the lunch crowd, but I guess I was impersonating a beta.
Holly clears her throat. “I’m sorry. You didn’t—”
“We’ll be on time tomorrow.” I cut Holly off, stopping her from calling Madame Samara out.
“I know, dears.” Madame Samara pets the backs of the two omega men. “Now hurry. Missy will help you with your makeup until you learn my expectations to do it yourself.”
A woman with dark curly hair wiggles her fingers, sitting in front of the brightly lit vanity station. I recall her from yesterday, but neither of us spoke to each other. I didn’t see her come upstairs with the newer omegas. I can only assume she has one of the swanky apartments Madame Samara told us about—the ones she uses to reward those who comply.
Heading toward the clothing racks first, I pick up the small, glittering one-piece, fishnets, and matching stilettos. Holly’s isn’t much different, and she presses her lips together, hiding her expression. It could be worse, but it could be a hell of a lot better. This is basically lingerie, and there are only four guys I want to see me in something so sexy.
I head to the small partition, blocking the changing area, and I strip out of my pants and T-shirt, taking a moment to gather my confidence to change. I carry the shoes out and watch Holly go behind the partition next. Missy clicks her tongue, motioning for me to sit on the swiveling chair beside her.
Madame Samara watches us in silence for a second before she instructs her men to help her to her feet. The three of them leave the room, heading through the curtain into the central part of the club.
It’s only then that I release a deep breath.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Missy speaks to me for the first time, keeping her voice low as if she doesn’t want to get caught but also doesn’t want to just sit in silence. “It’s actually a lot of fun here. Everyone is friendly and the clients make you feel as if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. It helps you forget that you’ve been rejected or unclaimed by a pack. My mama didn’t know what to do with me when our arrangement fell through.” Missy puts an elixir onto a cotton pad and swipes it across my face, surprising the hell out of me.
I startle and squeeze my eyes shut. The cooling sensation of the toner cleansing my skin leaves a tingling trail.
“Kinsey has a pack. She was kidnapped and sold to Madame Samara,” Holly says, sliding into the seat beside me.
I jerk away from Missy to look at Holly. “You can’t tell everyone that. It’ll cause us more trouble.”
