Page 50 of Savage Roses


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My heart shatters in my chest taking in the scene. They have some of the saddest, most vacant eyes I’ve ever seen…

“Then you’ll have to pay extra,”hesays. “She’s a new product. Has barely been broken in. They don’t get any newer than this.”

“Hmmm. How do I know? You could be lying.”

“Look at her. Does this look like a whore who’s been used? If you really want, we give them all full medical exams. We can provide the results of that too, proving she was brand new. But that’ll be another extra cost.”

“No, that won’t be necessary. She does appear to be in mint condition.”

Hearing them speak about another human being so casually, as if bartering over merchandise, makes me feel sick to my stomach.

My rapist traffics people. Hesellspeople.

No wonder he thought nothing of what he did to me.

Dad had said it was aninitiation.

I’m caught between nausea and anger as sweat gathers on my brow and my dark impulses reflect in my unblinking stare.

My stiletto will have to do as far as weapons go—

A hand encloses around my upper arm and yanks me sideways. My body stumbles along, colliding with theirs. It takes me only a split second to realize it’s Salvatore.

He’s dripping sweat and out of breath, as though he’s been running.

“We have to get out of here,” he says.

“But he’s here. He’s in there.”

“We have to go.”

“My rapist. He’s right there—Jon!”

I’m vetoed. Salvatore ignores me, folding my hand inside his, and taking off at a brisk pace. Gene’s finally recovering from the blinding pain in his groin and yells out to us. We make it to the elevator.

Salvatore smashes his finger against the button with a circle and then pulls out his gun.

“My rapist was in there,” I snap. “He was in that room, and you pulled me away.”

“Our cover is blown. We’re seconds away from being ambushed by every guard in this party. We have to get the hell out of here. This mission’s aborted.”

The elevator stops, the doors open, and he tugs me along onto yet another floor I don’t recognize.

When a security guard rounds the corner, Salvatore shoots. The man drops dead. We step over his body and continue briskly down the hall.

“Where are we?”

“This is some sort of administrative floor. I came across it earlier when I was looking for you. There’s an emergency exit. It’s our best chance at getting out unnoticed.”

“And Stitches?”

Salvatore’s expression darkens. “I’m not sure.”

A heaviness follows us the rest of the way as we make our escape from the party.

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“Where the fuck were you?”Salvatore growls the second Stitches reappears.

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