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I shrug carelessly, although my heart’s pounding like a drum in my chest.

“Anthony sold you to me. You belong to me now.”

Taylor nearly spits out her drink.

“I’m sorry,what? What do you mean by ‘sold’? You can’t do that, and neither can he!”

I shrug.

“Actually, we can. He told me he had good product from the Bronx, and that’s where you live right?”

She sputters.

“Yes, but—!”

I shrug again, cutting her off.

“So yes. My son offered me product, I paid for it, and now, you belong to me.”

Taylor stares at me, her big bosom heaving.

“But he didn’t own me in the first place, and it’s not like I’m chattel property or anything. That’s totally outdated, not to mention criminal, so you can’t do this!”

I shrug. “Actually, I can because this is what the Genovese family does for a living. We traffic in women.” Then I turn to her. “Did Anthony ever tell you that? What did you think we did?”

Taylor stands up, spitting fire.

“No, he never said that you were a den of sex traffickers. He said that you guys own a string of bars and clubs. X-rated ones, but still, he never said anything about trafficking women!”

I shrug.

“The two go hand in hand,” is my growl. “High rollers expect beautiful women in a club setting, and I’m satisfying a need by procuring top-shelf product for my best customers.”

Taylor’s jaw drops to the floor.

“You can’t be serious. You’re talking about women like a wine seller discussing alcohol. Top shelf? What the hell? This is totally illegal.”

I nod.

“It is, and that’s why we’re known as the Genovese crime family. I’m the don and my son is one of my lieutenants. Is that so hard to believe?”

With that, Taylor’s jaw snaps shut and she says nothing. Realization is beginning to dawn on that pretty face as the truth of the situation reveals itself.

“Holy shit,” she whispers, covering her face with her hands. “Fuck me.”

“I’d be happy to,” I say in a low tone. “In fact, that’s why I purchased you.”

But then, Taylor’s head jerks up, those brown curls bouncing as her eyes spark fiercely.

“You can’t do this.” She gets up and runs toward the front door before tugging on the handle. Of course, it doesn’t budge and even more eerie, there’s no visible locking mechanism. “What is this? Let me out!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” I explain in a calm voice, finishing my drink. “Like I said, you belong to me now, and my son’s already told you that this place is like a fortress, the better to prevent young women from escaping. It’s about time you understand what that really means.”

Tears pool in Taylor’s eyes. “But I thought I was a houseguest!”

I nod.

“You are. You’re just not free to come and go as you like.”

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