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“Oh, I know,” she says knowingly.
“Has he already been there?”
“Just left. They argued something fierce. After Colin left, Ray stormed out of the house.”
I stop my pacing. “What did they argue about?”
“I don’t know. He said something about being untouchable because he knows people now.”
“Do you think he’s talking about those guys who have been coming by?”
“Can’t say for sure, but I think so.”
A knock sounds at my door, startling me. “Mom, I have to go. I’ll text you later to check in.”
“Don’t worry about me. Whatever happens, I deserve it.”
I close my eyes, biting down on the inside of my mouth until the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue. “Don’t say that. We’ve been in impossible situations since the day we were born.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
I set my phone down and open the door to find a curvaceous woman in a short silk robe. She’s stunning, with short and curly blue-black hair, tattoos covering nearly every inch of skin, lips stained a shiny red, and crystal blue eyes.
“Hi,” I say, combing my fingers through my hair self-consciously.
She smiles. “Hey, honey. Rigger told me you needed a tour.”
“Only if you have time.”
“I’m morning shift, so I’ve got nothing better to do. Plus, that man could get me to do anything. Have you seen those eyes?” She fans herself.
My stomach hardens, and I fold my arms across my chest as an unfamiliar feeling takes root. Protectiveness, maybe? All I know is I don’t like the idea of these girls fawning over Colin.
Noticing my reaction, she smiles big and rests a hand on my forearm. “Oh, I’d never act on it. I shouldn’t have said anything since you’re Mary’s number two now, but you can’t blame me for looking, right?”
She’s so sincere and kind that my walls come down, and I respond with a hesitant smile. “No, I can’t.”
For some reason, I don’t tell her Colin is my stepbrother. It would easily explain my reaction, but I keep it to myself. As we walk down the long hallway, I realize I don’t even know this woman’s name.
“I’m Navy,” I say. Since I’m stepping into a new life, I don’t want anything from my past touching it, including my nickname.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Brynlee, but around here, I go by Betty.”
I cock my head to the side. “Betty?”
“Most of us choose nicknames to preserve our anonymity. Mary thinks I look like a pin-up doll, so she started calling me Betty, and it stuck. Anyway, the guests seem to like the name.” She shrugs.
We get to the end of the hall where the lounge, bar, and stage are. It’s different this time because only two men are sitting on one of the sofas, with Mary standing by, directing the girls one at a time as they walk through the lounge.
“Let’s wait here for a minute,” Brynlee says in a hushed voice. “After line-up, they’ll go to the med room, and we can pass.”
It’s one thing to hear about the process and another to witness it. The women are dressed in practically nothing, but the scraps of fabric theyarewearing accentuate their assets in the sexiest way. As they parade in front of the men, they flirt and tease, trying their hardest to catch their eyes. They’re absolutely beautiful, and even I'm turned on by the time the last girl passes.
The men make their picks, and the women who weren’t chosen walk our way, stopping when they see us hiding in the corner.
“Who you got there, Betty?” a stunning Black woman wearing intricate lingerie asks.
