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This is too much to process. I clutch my stomach and lean over the side of the bed, my body shuddering as the gagging commences. I cough and sputter until it passes, my breaths morphing into short and sharp gasps.
“Watch your fucking step, Gianni. I got you out of that shithole prison cell, and I’ll make sure you go right back there if I hear one more useless thing come outta your fucking mouth!”
There’s a pause. I release a shaky breath and wipe my mouth with a corner of the sheet, straining to hear the voices.
“Fine,” Gianni growls. “So explain it again.”
“Okay, Gianni,” Mikey says in a mocking voice. “I’ll explain it for the tenth fucking time. Try and keep up ’cause I’m not saying it again! The only way to make this plan work is to get Oriani and Salesi down here in time to ‘meet’ the buyers. They need a reason to haul ass down here, and we gave ’em a big one. We’re trying to pin this whole thing on them, so we need to be out once Layla shows up with them. The feds bust in on the deal after we give them the tip off. And instead of her being fingered as an accomplice of ours, she tells them she’s one of their sex slaves. The feds release her, and she’s back with us. And then the Salesi family goes down the shitter, charged with drug and sex trafficking.”
“What about the buyers?” Layla asks. “How do we handle them?”
“They’re fucking scumbags from some third-world shithole who don’t even know who the hell they’re buying the drugs and pussy from. They can’t pin anything on us, especially since everything was done online using encrypted networks under aliases. We decimate the Salesi family once and for all, getting them back for everything they’ve pulled, put a bullet in Tony Oriani’s fucking head for crossing us, and call it a day.” Mikey lets out a dry laugh. “And then their empire becomes our empire.”
My stomach revolts again without warning when I hear the last bit of their plan. They’re going to kill Max’s dad.
Are they going to kill Max, too?
Bits and pieces are coming together rapidly now.
Buyers…drugs…women…
Holy shit, are they going to sell me? Jules? Are there others?
Tears flow freely in torrents, and I don’t bother to force them back.
I need a plan…I need a plan…I need a plan…
The door to my private hell slams open, hitting the wall, and a tall, dark figure flips a switch somewhere near me, flooding the room with light.
Jesus, I preferred the darkness.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a group of black cockroaches scatter and seek refuge in holes at the bottom of the molding. Wallpaper is peeling off the walls. Large, yellow stains cover the pieces of rotted sheetrock that are exposed. The windows are boarded up tight, and my clothes are strewn over some dirty brown chair in the center of the room. I hold the sheet tight against me, cowering against the broken wooden headboard.
It’s not like I can run…can I? Even if I got out of here, where would I go? How would I escape?
“So, this is the big reason, huh?” A carbon copy of Gianni steps into the room. Same leering stare. Same evil smile. My throat tightens even before he grips it in his hand. For a second, I can’t swallow oxygen, and then he releases me with a smirk. He tosses a glance behind him, nodding to a couple of other guys I can barely make out through my blurred vision.
“You three,” he barks. “You’re gonna get all of these bitches ready for the buyers. Drug them and put them into their own separate areas set up down the hall, got it?”
Nobody says a word. I squint through my tears and swallow a sob rising in my throat. Holy shit…please don’t tell me…
Mikey snaps his fingers at the guy on the far left…the one whose eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head… the one named Tommy. As in, Eli’s brother Tommy. “Hey! Whatever the fuck your name is! Why do you keep staring at her? You wanna fuck that pussy?” He stands up, grabs Tommy by the jacket, and throws him against the wall. “Guess what? It ain’t for you to taste, asshole. Get your ass moving. Now!”
What the hell is he doing here? He works for these criminals?
He stares at me for a second too long, and Gianni grabs him by the collar and pulls him out of the room, just far enough so I can see them. “You speako any Engleesh, my man?” He pulls a gun from the waistband of his jeans and waves it in front of Tommy’s face. “You speako this language, brah?” He swings his gun around and smacks Tommy on the side of the head with it. Tommy stumbles backward, steadying himself with his hands.
Gianni points the gun at him. “Get going before I fuck your shit up.” He looks at Mikey and rolls his eyes. “Nice job picking fucking morons who don’t know their ass from their elbow.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’ll do what we need, and when the shit hits the fan, we’ll be long gone. If they get caught in the crossfire, no skin off our backs. We don’t want to risk our own guys for this.” He turns back to me, and panic bubbles in my veins. If I can just get to Tommy, I know I can convince him to let me go. He’s not a monster. He can’t be messed up in this whole thing, right?
“It’s Sloane, right? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Mikey leans closer and yanks the sheet away, and my hands fly up to cover as much of myself as possible. “It’s a shame. You know, what we have planned for you.” He slides a hand down my neck and squeezes one of my breasts before letting his fingers roam down the front of my torso.
“Get your fucking hands off of me!” I lean forward and bite down on his forearm as hard as I can. I sink my teeth deeper and deeper until I taste blood, and I don’t stop until he screams like a bitch and pulls his arm away from me. I spit out whatever is in my mouth, panting as he eyes me like a caged lunatic.
“You fucking whore!” His fist connects with my jaw, and an explosion of heat brings even more tears to my eyes. “Did your boyfriend teach you that? I wonder if he’d like to watch me fuck you. Maybe I should get Layla to bring his ass here early so I can pound your tight pussy right next to him. And then right before I kill him, I’m gonna shove my dick in your mouth and come until you fucking choke. That’s the last thing I want him to see before he dies, bastard that he is. Yeah, that’s a little adjustment I think I’m gonna have to make to my plan. I wanted his ass in jail, but now I think I want it in a fucking shallow grave, right next to his jackass father’s. Fuck all the ‘eye for an eye’ bullshit.” He leans closer so I can smell the stench of stale cigarette smoke on his breath. “You cross me, you die.”
