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Papa raises a hand. “This is what I propose. Siena will be stripped of everything. Her life is over as she knows it. She will be moved to The Velvet Rope, and there she will spend her days mopping seed from the floors, bathing the whores when they’re too spent to do it themselves, and doing whatever else needs to be done. She will debase herself for the women she apparently cares about so deeply until the day I decide to sell her or marry her off for the good of the family. She will suffer there and suffer deeply, and she will never return here until her dying day. Is that understood?”
Nobody speaks. His words echo through my brain.
I’m not going to die?
They’re not killing me.
But this might be worse.
The Velvet Rope. Papa’s biggest and best brothel. My family controls all of the whores in this region, and The Velvet Rope is the most popular establishment for miles and miles. If what he’s saying is true, then I’ll be thrown into a nightmare hell and forced to work like a slave.
But I won’t be killed.
“I understand,” Santo says and glances at me. I see pity in his eyes.
“Yes, Papa,” Franco says. “Whatever you think is right.”
“This is bullshit,” Enzo says through his teeth.
“Enzo,” Papa snaps. “Your Don has spoken. You dare speak against me?”
Enzo stiffens. He hesitates, but he drops to one knee and bows his head.
God, he’s so damn dramatic.
“No, Don Bastone. I obey your will.”
“Good. Rise, son. Take Siena to her room and pack her a bag. Send her with only what she needs to survive.”
“Yes, Papa.” Enzo glares death at me and I have a feeling that bag’s not going to contain much.
“Papa?” My voice comes out like a harsh scrape. “Can I speak?”
Enzo grabs my arm and squeezes. “We don’t listen to traitor bitches here, Siena.”
“Enough,” Papa says. “Say your words, daughter, then go.”
I nod at him. “I’m sorry for betraying the family. I love you all.” I look at Santo and Franco. They nod back at me. “I love my family, even if it’s been hard for me, the only girl. But I don’t regret helping Tianna. I regret letting her speak to the police, but I don’t regret saving her.”
Enzo throws me to the floor with a snarl. He kicks me hard in the ribs and I suck in a gasping breath. Papa comes around the desk and hovers over me, frowning down as I curl around my throbbing midsection.
“You are no longer my daughter,” Papa says. “You are a traitor and a mistake. You will suffer until you bring me profit, and if I never find a suitable match, you will die in misery. Goodbye, Siena.”
Papa turns his back.
“Let’s go,” Enzo growls, dragging me to my feet.
I glance at Santo and Franco. They look pained as Enzo tears me from Papa’s office, and takes me to my new life, my new nightmare.
My new hell.
Chapter3
Maxim
Two Months Later
I parkmy black BMW in the lot of a rundown motel called The Velvet Rope and kill the engine. Trees line the pavement and weeds grow in thick tangles along the grass. The low, fifties-style structure is set back away from the road and the sound of cars flipping past going way too fast on the suburban road wafts over the line of hedges and brambles.
