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“Oh, lighten up. This one’s a handful. Besides, they’ve been instructed to behave. If they can’t take a few instructions, then they're of no value.” He lets go of my neck but pinches my nipple harshly, forcing me to cry out.
He smirks as he grabs a tumbler from the bar and takes it to one of the seats. He’s not told me to move, so I stay where I am, closer to the man with eyes I want to trust.
“Dance for me. Make me hard. Make me want to fuck you.” He spits the command at me and shoves himself down in the chair before undoing his belt and top button.
I glance around at the other men in the bar, hoping someone might step in, but nobody speaks. Elias snaps his fingers, and a girl from behind the bar appears to fill his glass.
“Now!” he shouts.
I jump and move a step towards him. It’s nothing more than what I did yesterday. I danced for him. Or rather, I danced to save Miri. And I can do it again.
My mind conjures an alternative reality where I’m not here, and I start to sway. My movements grow more confident. I end up throwing my anger and hatred into the mix as my arms slide over my thigh, up my stomach, across my breasts – all in front of him. I turn, bend, and copy the moves we were shown in training. With the thong, he’ll be able to see everything I know he wants to get his hands on.
It’s disgusting, but it’s only an act. The tremor of humiliation and fear hovers in the background of my mind, but I fight through it. My gaze looks to the bar and to Reed. He’s as fixated on me as I hope Elias is, and there’s a pulse of energy as we lock eyes. For a moment, I drop my shield and try pleading with him for help, but it’s that moment when a hand as strong as steel wraps around my neck. I gasp as his other hand pushes my G-string to the side and he shoves his fingers up inside of me. He’s so rough that I catch my breath, unable to breathe.My jaw clenches as his hand grows tighter around my neck.
Reed stands, slamming his drink down, and I watch, hoping he’ll stop this, but the other one shoves him back in his seat.
“Elias!” he commands. “Enough.”
“Nice and snug,” he whispers. “I’m going to enjoy shoving my cock into your sister.” He pulls his fingers out and pushes his dick against my backside, just to prove he’s up to the task.With a laugh, he pushes me forward like a used toy, and I stumble, still gasping for breath. For a split second, I want to lash out, to attack him and scratch his eyes from his ugly face, but Reed moves from the bar towards me – coming to my aid, I hope.
“I’ll take her back downstairs,” he offers.
“No. I’ll do it.” The smoking man takes a long drag of his cigarette before grabbing my arm and threading it through his. His suit is sharp, and everything about him exudes power.
“You spoil all of my fun,” Elias calls to us, but I don’t look back.
I don’t look back.
Even if I want to see if Reed is still watching me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
JACKSON
Driving is always useful.
Clears my head, makes me think about nothing and no one.
I need that.
Looking behind me in the rear-view mirror, I take the turn to lead me back into London. I don’t know how long I’ve been driving for, and I don’t give a damn either. I just woke up this morning and chose driving rather than going in. It’s not like I’m necessary at my own club, anyway. It’s theirs until all this is done, and even then, when they’ve headed back to the States, I’ve got a feeling they’re going to think of it as their own going forward, too.
The whole situation makes me frown. I shouldn't care at all, but I do, and that, while relatively educational to my own sensibilities, is confusing the hell out of me. It’s the girl – my little elf. Anger and jealousy swarmed through my veins when Elias handled her. It burned under my skin, making me want to rip his head off for daring to abuse her in front of me. That's what this is all beginning to feel like now. Abuse.
My hand scrapes across my brow, frustration building. I'm not even trying to deny it anymore. It is abuse. We've stolen them from their lives, and we're preparing them to be sold. Jealousy and possessiveness should be nowhere near my thoughts, but she just looked too good in that outfit. Too fucking sexy. Throw in the fact that he had his fingers inside her pussy and was playing her, or me, like a fiddle, and I’m thinking of revenge.
A call comes in. Jamie.
“Yes,” I answer.
“You need to get here,” she says, quietly.
“Why?”
“Something’s going on downstairs. Screaming.” My frown deepens. “I tried to get down there, but Elias won’t let me.”
“What do you mean he won’t let you?”
