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“They were kidnapped on my father’s orders.”
I blinked, my jaw tightening as I awaited the rest of his explanation.
“Everything you know about my father and that club has been a lie. To the outside world it’s just a normal strip club. In some ways, it is, but it’s much worse than that. My father…he’s been trafficking the dancers. There’s this fucked up event he created that’s called the Harvest. Every month, he chooses a small group of dancers who’ve surpassed the age of 30 or is nearing close to that exact age. He takes them and auctions them off to other mobsters to become sex slaves.”
My fists furiously curled under the table, shaking. Tears dotted my eyes.
“The three girls who were kidnapped were at the last Harvest. Father offered them as gifts to his new associates, Vladimir Crane, Jerimiah Sinclair, and Jared Alesi. It was his way of showing them his appreciation for kicking Xavier Michaelson to the curb. The three of them had a former alignment with the Ravagers. Father wants Xavier Michaelson and his heirs dead so that he can take over Xavier’s territory and claim complete control over the Valley. That’s why he sent you to the academy.”
“But that’s not all,” Ginger added.
I reached up and knuckled away a tear slipping out my eye. After heaving in a much-needed breath to keep myself from blowing the fuck up, I gave her my full undivided attention.
“Before I became a dancer, I was originally recruited to become an Outlaw. Actually, all of the dancers there are former recruits. We are what Damien considers as failures, meaning we were unable to fully pass our trials. We were given two options, be executed or enslave ourselves as strippers for his establishment. We thought we were better off but we were wrong. What we were really signing ourselves up for was to be Damien’s cash cows that he can rape and beat as much as he pleases before selling us off like cattle.”
She paused for a long moment, rushing to wipe the tears trickling down her face away.
“I’m the next to go, Samara. Damien’s selling me at the next Harvest. I have less than two weeks. But…but there’s something else I have to tell you. Something that’s been eating me up inside.”
“What is it?” my voice dangerously shook.
“The night your mother was killed…the man in the mask…it-it was Damien. He’s the one who murdered your mother and shot you.”
Chapter 30
Samara
Isomehowmanagedtokeep it together during the ride back to the academy. I refused to breathe a word to Ginger, even after she’d spent the whole ride consistently apologizing while she wept. It wasn’t until I made it back to my bedroom when I fell to my knees and broke down sobbing.
It was a lie. All of it had been one big, fat, fucking lie.They duped me. The two people I trusted the most in this wretched world actually betrayed me.
All this time they knew Damien was the man behind the mask, the bastard who’d flipped my whole entire universe upside down. Ginger said Damien raped her—beat the dogshit out of her and threatened to kill her if she didn’t give him the info he wanted on me. I hated it happened to her. No one deserves to endure something so horrible. But for her to hide this from me for so long, Jace too, knowinghewas the one responsible for taking the rest of my life away from me…
I sobbed harder and crawled into bed, curling in a ball, hugging myself. I thought Jace loved me. He promised to never hurt me and always be honest with me. But that was all a lie too, it seemed. He never loved me. If he did, he wouldn’t have been protecting his father’s dirty little secrets. Hell, I bet the only reason he’d gotten so close to me was because he felt sorry for me.That fucking scumbag.He deserved far worse than the brutal three-punch-combo I’d inflicted to his face outside the pizzeria. I should’ve torn his dick clean off his ball-sac instead.
And Damien… What the fuck was I supposed to do now? He’d sent me here to assassinate four people just so he could become the almighty king of Storm Ridge Valley. But why? Why sendmeto do something he easily could’ve sent his own men to do? Why hurt Ginger, murder my mom, any of it?
Fuck…What was so goddamn special about me?
A heavy wave of anger and the newfound knowledge of today’s revelations washed over me, painting the deceitful picture so much brighter and making my tears burn hotter.Nothing.There was nothing special about me. This was never about passing my third trial and becoming an Outlaw. This was about ensuring my failure, so I’d be enslaved to Damien, just like Ginger and the rest of the dancers.
One thing was for certain though, that wasnotfucking happening. And like fucking hell if I was about to just sit back and let Damien get away with this. As much as I wanted to pack all of my shit, call up an Uber, and kiss this disgraceful ass Valley goodbye, I couldn’t. I’d only make it so far outside of the Valley’s reach before Damien would send his henchmen after me. That, and because even though I hated Ginger right now, she was still my best friend. I couldn’t leave her behind to get sold off as a sex slave.
And Jace…well, right now, he could go choke on his own dick for all I cared.
But you’re forgetting about something else, Samara.
Fuck, that’s right. The students. Sky. The failed kidnapping attempt. The Outlaw Rhett and I killed.
Son of a motherfucking bitch!
I sat up in bed and wiped my face, my chest heaving as I gulped in deep breaths. This wasn’t over. It was only a matter of time before Damien caught wind that one of his men were killed, if he hadn’t already. It had been four days since Sky’s kidnapping attempt, so yeah, he most definitely knew. Fuck. This was something I should’ve considered no sooner than I saw that fucking knife sticking out of the Outlaw’s neck. More would come. I was sure of it.
It was only a matter of time.
Chapter 31
Jace
