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I grinned to myself.
You have no idea.
Maybe Patrice was right and I reallywascrazy, or maybe I was a product of my environment. Either way, some sort of masochistic madness possessed me and I found myself returning to the scene of the crime.
Like a lamb to the slaughter…
Something was wrong. I could sense it. I had no fucking idea what that something was, but my gut was screaming at me tokeep going.
Not bothering to knock, I pushed the door inwards and marched into the office that was adjoined to Fabio's lair.
The room I had been reunited with Trigger in.
The room that signalized the beginning of my end.
I wasn't one bit surprised to find more than a dozen men all sitting around the table. Negotiations were in full swing and I had no doubt that the naked whore sprawled on top of the table was on the top of their agenda.
Sick bastards.
And unlike most of the other women that had crossed the threshold of this hellhole, this one seemed to beenjoyingthe men's attention.
And they called me crazy…
The moment the door swung shut behind me, every man in the room turned to look at me. I didn’t care about any of them. I was only interested in the man heading the negotiations. The one who was glowering at me with a look of pure murder etched on his face.
Aw shit.
"Fabio," one of the men at the table said in a deep Texan drawl. "You have been holding out on us. Who is this young beauty?"
Trigger moved to stand, but before he could, Fabio barked out a laugh. "Forgive my son's intended, gentlemen. Like a wild horse, he has yet to break her spirit."
"She is not for sale," Trigger said in a deathly cold tone of voice. His furious gaze flicked to a guilty-looking Patrice who was standing beside me. "Wewillspeak later."
Without a word, Patrice slipped quietly from the room.
"Everyone is for sale, son," the Texan argued, eyes alight with keen interest.
"His intended, huh?" one of the other men mused, stroking his jaw. "How much will it cost me to break her in?"
Put out that she was not the one in the limelight anymore, the whore moaned erotically as she lay, spread eagle on the table, and masturbated for the world and its mother to see her.
"Yeah, what's your poison, son?" the Texan asked, much to the whore's dismay, as he lit his cigar. "Name your price and you have it." His eyes trailed down my body and a shudder of repulsion racked through me.
"There is not enough money in the world," was Trigger's cool response.
Thank.
Fucking.
God.
"Ashton." His furious gaze flicked to me and I knew I was in trouble. "Whatthefuckdo you think you are doing?"
For once, I didn’t have an answer. I could hardly tell him that I had a horrible feeling and I had followed my gut into the wolves' den.
Silly little lamb…
"Ashton, huh?" One of the men smiled at me. "Pretty name for a pretty pus–"
