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“That’s really funny,” I breathe, my voice coming out in hollowed amusement. There isn’t a single thing amusing about this whole thing. My heart pounds when he fingers the material gathered at my thighs, the only sound I can hear over his heavy breaths as he leans into me.
“I’ve paid a lot of money for you, sweetheart.” He leers, a crooked smile at his lip. My hips buck, my body desperate to get away from his fixated stare, but he only smiles wider. Grabbing my wrists in one of his hands, he holds my arms above my head and tuts, “Now, why would you fight me?”
“Because you’re fucking deranged if you think I’m staying here,” I grit out, tugging my arms to break free of his hold. His fingers dig into my wrists, the skin clammy under his harsh grip. The hand on my dress pushes the material up, his eyes locking on my pale thighs.
His fingers trace the skin, moving towards my underwear. The hair on the nape of my neck stands to attention, a tremble passing over me when he chuckles lightly under his breath. “Caroline didn’t tell me you were such a firecracker. But I don’t mind it much. It will make it even more fun to break you down until you surrender to me. I love the thrill, sweetheart.”
His words hit me then; the words that he paid for me. I kick my legs, knocking him in the crotch so he pulls away slightly. I’ve known for a long time that my mother hates me, that isn’t a surprise.
But enough to sell me?
I don’t believe that.
I can’t.
“You’re lying. You have to let me go,” I tell him, my voice cracking as tears fill my eyes. “Please, let me go.”
He leans over me again, pressing a sloppy kiss to my head. I twist to the side, burrowing my face into the rumpled sheet as his hand starts its ministrations on my thigh again. This is not happening. There is no way. “Please.”
A tear spills over my eye when he pushes my dress all the way up. No matter how much I try to kick at him, or pull my arms away, he’s too large. Too strong. I’m trapped, with nowhere to go, and no one to save me.
“We’re going to have fun, you and me.”
“No, we aren’t. This isn’t okay. You have to let me go.”
“I’ve been waiting for a long time for this day, sweetheart.” He talks confidently, not an ounce of remorse as tears spill down my cheeks. It’s as if I haven’t even spoken. “You see, your mother has been keeping me updated on your life since you were just a girl. And now, I finally get to have you.”
Kyle takes another half hour to get me a location on Fallon, but the moment he shouts it, I’m out the door and heading for my car.
I fly down the streets in my Camaro, the speed limit non-existent right now. If I get caught for it, I’ll deal with that later. Right now, the only thing I need to do is get my girl and figure out the rest at a later time if needs be.
The drive should take half an hour, but I’m sliding to a stop outside a worn-down mansion-style hotel after only fifteen minutes. The exterior is tattered, with brick crumbling down the walls and the windows stained with dust and cobwebs. The double doors at the entrance are slightly cracked, a small gap allowing them to open easily when I press my palm to the wood.
There is no sound to be heard but the slap of my Converse against the marble tiles as I walk through the foyer. My eyes rake over the room, my body chilling against the cold air.
This place has seen better days, I’m sure, but there is nothing remotely warm or welcoming in this shithole today despite the welcome sign behind the reception desk.
I’m not surprised Gregory chose a place like this to hide out with Fallon; nobody would find them, not unless they were specifically looking . . . and considering her mother is in on all this shit, I doubt he expects anyone else to be rushing to search for her.
Sick fucking bastards.
The pair of them.
I move towards the spiralling staircase, letting my feet carry me up to the first floor. It’s the same as downstairs, quiet, empty, devoid of any sign of life. The hallways are bare, the burgundy wallpaper peeling while the lights flicker. This place deserves nothing but condemnation. I stop at the end of the hallway, a slight scuffle reaching my ears. The sound is minimal, barely audible despite the quiet.
I reach into my pocket, my fingers folding over the knuckle dusters I slipped in there before leaving the dorms. There were many better options I could have thought of to bring, but I’m not intending to kill the man, doing so would probably only have Fallon’s mum running scared—that woman deserves more than a life of fear.
She deserves three walls and a set of bars, and thankfully, after speaking to my dad, it sounds like Fallon’s dad is finally working up the courage to get his wife put away for all the shit she has put her daughter through.
Not only the beatings that my dad alluded to today, but illegally selling her child to a man like Gregory will do it.
People like that deserve only the fucking worst that life can deliver to them.
I reach out for the door at the end, steeling myself before shoving it open. My heart races at the sight before me. Fallon lying on a rumpled bed, her gaze fixated on the wall while Gregory leans above her, his hand working its way past her underwear.
My mind blanks, my feet moving before I have a moment to think about the best decision. My fist flies out, striking him in the temple, but due to his size and position, it does little to rock him. When his head snaps in my direction, I’m ready with my arm again, going straight for his nose.
The crunch of bones under my knuckle is too fucking satisfying, paired with the warm blood that gushes from the wound and spreads along my fist, a smile spreads on my face.
