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A cold vacuum suddenly replaces Reece’s warm bulk, and I open my eyes to see him pushing to his knees, then feet. The column of his throat looks inflamed with a line of tiny angry divots from my chain, his temple is already developing a lump, both sides of his torso are scraped raw, and when he bends down to grab his pants, eight angry half-moon imprints of my nails bloom with fresh crimson blood.
He’ll be feeling me for a while.
His stiff cock strains against his boxer briefs, the thin material stretched to near translucence. Everything about him is beautiful.
“You fucked yourself by marrying that piece of shit.”
I fuck myself a lotI could tell him and still be lying. A lot doesn’t even cover it. Whether metaphorically or literally, I’m always fucking myself. Instead, I stand, too, packing both the ruined skirt and chain into my clutch.
At least I’m trying to fix my biggest mistake. Reece is pussyfooting around his. If he wasn’t, he would’ve fessed up to Cyrus already.
“What will you do now?” Reece asks as he rolls up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt.
“What I always do…fight.”
“Dressed like that?”
He’s talking about right now?I thought he meant in general.
“I just fought you dressed like this.”
“I went easy on you.”
Reece didn’tgoeasy on me, heiseasy. His offense was nonexistent and his defense was laughable. Or it would’ve been if I actually let myself laugh.
“The men out there.” He points at the door. “They won’t.”
“You think what I’m wearing will make a difference? Sexual assault is not a reaction, it’s an action.” One every woman has to be on the lookout for all the time, regardless of what she’s wearing. I turn for the door, adding over my shoulder, “And I’m not your concern.”
“Fuck. At least take my jacket.”
At the door, I pause, saying, “How about you take my advice instead? Figure out a way to make yourself useful, and quick. Incompetence gets more people killed in Fox Hollow than revealing outfits ever did.” Then I leave the room, Reece, and the jacket still in his outstretched hand. Covering up my body never protected it, but defending myself did.
Reece
Promise’s scowl morphs into a smug smirk as soon as she sees my face.
“I was gonna kick your ass for sneaking into four Lost but it looks like Lexi already did.”
“You know Lexi, too?” Lexi must’ve been her stage name.
“Yeah, I know Lexi. She’s practically famous around here.” Promise says it with an edge, like she’s not particularly happy about it.
“For what?”
She eyes me for a minute before saying, “She left, didn’t she?”
“Others have left,” I tell her even though I’m not entirely sure how accurate the words are. Some people have gotten out, mostly in body bags, but there’ve been a few that made it out of here alive. I have to find a way to add my name to that list.
“Not like her. Lexi was Cyrus’s favorite. She made him that good-good money. Nobody thought he’d let her go.”
“Why did he? Because she paid him?”
“That and…” Her eyes get all glazy. “Some crazy shit went down between them.”
“Like what?”
“Like personal shit. Family shit.”
