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Finn chuckled and shook his head. “No sir. Just business as usual.”
“Son, this is Jerimiah Sinclair,” Father said to me as the guy stepped away and joined the other two men, who were surveying me closely with their heads slightly cocked to the side. “On your left is Vladimir Crane and on the right we have Jared Alesi.”
Vladimir Crane’s persona reminded me a lot of Wilson Fisk, the notorious Kingpin from the Marvel comics. He was well over six foot, towering over everyone like a giant. He had a glistening bald head and was layered with pounds upon pounds of rock-hard muscle just waiting to rip through the seams on his overly priced suit. He acknowledged me with a stiff, cold nod and nothing further.
My eyes locked with the last guy, Jared Alesi. He was short, stocky, bald at the top with small scruffs of dark hair intact on the sides. He reached up a hand long enough to gift me with a light wave before dropping his arm back down to his side.
“Now that we’re acquainted,” Father said as he licked his lips, his eyes glinting as they roamed over the four semis. “Shall we get down to business?”
Finn nudged my shoulder, whispering atme to follow behind him as Jerimiah, Vladimir, and Jared each turned away and planted themselves beside a truck, whipping out their guns. We halted at the truck on the far-left end and as my gaze darted to Finn, he withdrew his pistol. He frowned as his eyes swept over the guilt glaring back at him.
Finn didn’t speak. He just stared at me for a long moment before he slowly reached over to my holster and pulled out my gun, bringing it to my hand. Dread filled me as my fingers enclosed around the steel.
“Finn,” Father’s voice boomed out. “Open her up.”
Finn took in a solid breath, releasing it as his fingers wrapped tightly around the handle. He pulled, and as the door noisily slid open, I heard it. Their cries. Then I saw their faces.
It was Janet, Raven, and Micah, three of the original dancers who made the mistake of falling into bed with my father eleven years ago, when the Gentlemen’s Club had first opened and way before I’d ever learned the truth about the family business. As I took a closer look, I realized they weren’t alone. Huddled in the corner behind them were three younger girls I’d never seen before in my life. They were shaking, crying…
Fuck…theybarelylooked legal.
I’d mentioned before that Father liked them young, and he did. All dancers in the club had to be eighteen at the minimum but couldn’t surpass thirty. Janet, Raven, and Micah had each turned thirty-one a few months ago, meaning they no longer upheld my father’s standards. Which was exactly why the three of them were chosen for tonight’s Harvest. My knowledge on it was unfairly thin, but what I did know is they’d be auctioned off to the highest bidder. That was a fact. As for the younger girls, I hadn’t a clue why they were here.
“Alright, boys. Round ‘em up.”
Finn climbed in and kept his face hard as he aimed his gun at the group of terrified women. I followed his lead and despite how much it made me sick to do it, I raised my weapon and clicked off the safety.
“Move!” Finn venomously shouted. “Out the truck. Don’t make me ask again or I’ll shoot you where you stand.”
“How could you do this to us?” Janet sobbed as she clung herself tighter to Raven, who was helping Micah shield the younger girls from our weapons.
“Wetrustedyou!” Janet’s teary eyes landed on me, her bottom lip wobbling. “Oh, Jace…not you too.”
“ENOUGH!” Father sinisterly growled, approaching the truck with his pistol raised, pointed directly at Janet. “You test my patience, whore.” He fired off a warning shot to the side, making all the girls flinch and sob harder.
“Out,” I finally spoke, giving my tone just enough of the furious oomph it needed to appease my father. “This is your last warning.”
Raven, Micah, and Janet each scoffed at me, the hurt in their eyes like a knife to the gut. They knew this wasn’t me.Iknew this wasn’t me. But I didn’t have a choice. I couldn’t help them. I couldn’t save them at the risk of being gunned down right alongside them.
One by one each of the girls climbed out the truck. When the last of the bunch planted their feet on the ground, Raven approached my father. She halted in her tracks once his aim settled on her head.
“Just take us,” she begged, gesturing between her, Micah, and Janet, tears in her eyes. “They’re just kids, Damien. Don’t do this to them.”
Father pressed the gun to Raven’s forehead. She immediately stumbled back, sobbing as she turned to snake her arms around Janet and Micah, kissing their cheeks as she hurled them closer to her.
“Let’s get on with it already,” Jerimiah hissed. “Business isn’t going to run itself.”
Finn and I joined my father with our weapons still positioned on the girls. He led us to the other men who already had their three chosen slaves waiting alongside them.
“Six?” Vladimir questioned gruffly. His thick brows crumpled as his narrowed, hungry eyes raked over the distraught teenagers.
“Ah, yes. Those three,” Father said, grinning as his pedophile eyes fondled them up and down, “are my personal gifts to you, my loyal comrades. You’re more than welcome to sample them now if you’d like.”
“Later,” Jared had finally spoken. “Harvest first, then we can play.” A sick look flashed in his eyes as he reached down to adjust his dick in his slacks. “I wanna take my time with them.”
The whole exchange made me unbearably sick to my stomach. I closed my eyes and breathed out, trying to compose myself. When I opened them, my heart stopped dead in my chest. They were staring at me, all six of them, with tears pouring down their faces, puddling into the neck of their blouses. Their big, desperate eyes screamed at me, begged me for help. For me to do something, anything to rescue them.
Fuck…
