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“She’d make a fine trophy to add to my collection. You have a deal.”
“No!”
I bolted down the hall, screaming as the sound of gunfire followed behind me. A bullet impaled my calf right when I made it to my room. My body hit the floor, and I cried and cried as I desperately pushed myself to my feet and hobbled over to my window so I could open it and jump out before this man could kill me for fleeing.
A set of hands came up from behind me and latched onto the back of my shirt. The air whooshed out of my chest as my back slammed hard against the floor.
My whole world spun as I slowly blinked and heaved in air. The last thing I saw was the man’s fist flying towards my face before everything went dark.
Chapter 1
Samara
Two Months Later
“Samara,”Damiensaid,hisgruff voice making me tense up as he rested a hand against my shoulder. “You’re on in five minutes. Don’t forget to wear your mask. I don’t want any of those men thinking they can lay claim to what’s mine.”
His grip tightened until he spun me around to face him, lifting that same hand to stroke his fingertips along my cheek.
“Understood?”
“Yes, Damien. Whatever you say.”
His dark eyes held my gaze for a long stretch until he finally turned to walk away from me, disappearing from my sight.
Ugh.
Fucking dick.
It took all my restraint not to bite his fucking fingers off. But what could I do? I was his now. A Carnaged Outlaw in the making. Nothing but a soon to be permanent servant bound to do nothing but heed his beckoning call.
This was my first official night dancing on stage in front of hundreds of people. Not that I really had much of a choice in the matter. After I’d woken up in a hospital to discover Damien and his son Jace had saved me from being kidnapped after my piece of shit mother—who was dead now, by the way, courtesy of the fucker who’d shot me—tried to trade me in exchange for having her drug debt cleared, Damien claimed ownership of me.
He said I owed him because he’d saved my life. That I was his property. I only agreed to his fucked-up ordeals because one: he told me he’d kill me if I didn’t, and two: he said he’d make it worthwhile.
Yeah fucking right because it had already been two long fucking months and he hadn’t done shit other than force Ginger to train me on how to work a pole, have his son Jace teach me how to properly defend myself, and put me through two bullshit initiation tests I blew out the park.
“The jokes on him,” a familiar voice cooed behind me.
Two firm hands whirled me around and pressed me roughly against the lockers. Warm lips grazed my jaw, making a moan slip through mine.
“Because little does he know, you belong to me. Isn’t that right, Kitten?”
“Jace,” I groaned, my head falling back as his mouth peppered torturous kisses all over my neck. “We can’t do this here. What if he comes back and see’s us?”
“Fuck ‘em,” was his unwise retort.
“Seriously.” I pushed him away from me, earning a small pout in return. “You need to go. You know what will happen if he catches us. I-I can’t take that risk. Neither can you.”
Jace blew out a breath and scraped a hand down his handsome face. “I know, I know. You’re right. I’m sorry. I just miss you, Kitten. I-I lov—”
“I have to finish getting ready.” I turned away from him and reached out to grab my mask from my locker, my heart in my throat. “Please, Jace. Go.”
Other than letting out a sad, defeated sigh, he said nothing else. I winced as the door slammed shut behind him.
I shook my head and released a painful sigh of my own.Fuck.What the hell was I doing? Getting entangled with Damien’s son was the one thing I’d swore I wouldn’t be stupid enough to do. I blame his father. He was the one who’d ordered his son to train and prepare me for this sick, twisted life I never wanted anything to do with.
For me, it was just sex. No emotional attachment. Just good, hardcore, mind-blowing sex. That’s it.
