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Closing the door to my room, I grab my phone to call Chiara, but my phone rings. A smile spreads on my lips at the telepathic moment.
“He sold me, like I’m some animal.”
A gasp and then silence. I guess I finally left her speechless.
“I fucking hate that bastard. He’s even worse than my father.”
“You had something to say too?” I remember she should have met her fiancé. “So how was he?”
She sighs and says, “An asshole.”
But it lacks the emphatic note. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Fine, he’s hot. I mean, I have never seen someone like him.”
“You remember the place where we just spent the last several years? You have nothing to compare to.”
“Yes, but we had internet. That’s plenty of resources.”
A small giggle slips from my lips.
“But he’s this arrogant jerk, a cold-blooded criminal. I hate him.”
“So, did you warn him off?”
She scoffs. “I did, and the asshole laughed and said he’s looking forward to it.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We’ll escape. Did your uncle respond?”
“Not yet. So, we really are desperate? I don’t even know who to trust anymore.”
“We’ll be free. Soon.” Her hope bolsters mine.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. Sisters for life.”
With my blood boiling and my pulse threatening to explode in my neck, I speed off before I fucking kill Silas for putting on that show. For treating Aurora as if she was his possession to sell. I shut the car door and stride to my home office. I tug at my collar and pour myself a drink, slumping in the chair.
That fucking degenerate. First, he lied, then we get to the house to find an auction. I left Cameron to deal with his father before I killed him. I slam my empty glass down. Her sadness ripped my chest apart. I almost lost my shit, and I pride myself on my unwavering control. This girl is a danger to my composure. Why the fuck am I so unbalanced, thinking about some asshole putting his hands on her?
I hear Cameron’s engine purring before coming to a stop.
He storms inside, shirt unbuttoned. This guy lives for appearance, so this is him looking disheveled. He fills a glass and takes the seat in front of me on the other armchair. His disarrayed hair and his face contorted in anger reveal I won’t like what he’s going to tell me.
“He’s selling her.”
I nod. It was obvious.
“To Delaney.”
My insides churn, knotting together to the point of snapping.
“And what do you want from me?”
“She is myfuckingsister. He’s selling her to Delaney Jackson. You know how sick the fucker is. He will destroy her.”
