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I thought I was scared when I was with Decker at the Garcia mansion, but that was nothing compared to this. The men have barely spoken to me as if I’m just a delivery they’re transporting.
Which I know I am.
Pablo has a buyer. Miguel already told Decker that when we were in Sinaloa. I’m not an expert in all this gangster stuff, but if this were a movie, I’d say they’re taking me back to Pablo or the person who bought me.
Bought. Me.
Like I’m just a piece of meat. A human slave.
I collapse onto my knees and begin to sob. I’d heard about this sort of thing yet never dreamed it could happen to me. I thought it happened to...to...god, I’m an asshole. I thought it happened to poor people.
To other people.
To people who did stupid things.
Like hanging out with mafia families?My hands fly to my face. How could I think that about Mia? She’s my friend. I should have been safe. It sure sounds insane, given it was a mafia wedding but... but what?
I knew the risks. Mia even gave us an out and said we didn’t have to go. But here I was, thinking it would be a whole lot of fun and excitement before my nuptials to Todd in a few months.
I was going to tell them about it after Mia’s wedding. Confession time. I’m engaged. And a virgin.
Disgusted with myself, I use the stained and gag-worthy toilet, then glance around for toilet paper.Good one. As if they would bother. I rip off a corner of the sheet and clean myself as much as I can, tears spilling down my face.
I want my mom. I want my dad. I want to be home...
No, who I really want is Decker. I want his strong and reassuring presence beside me. His protective hand on my back and his weapons pointed at these sons of bitches.
I want to tell him that if I wasn’t engaged to Todd, he would be the man to whom I’d want to give my virginity. More than anything, I want to feel him inside me. His luscious, warm lips on mine. His enormous body covering my own as he takes all of me.
There’s no way for me to know if he is okay.
Or alive.
Hating myself, I curl up on the mattress. I undoubtedly look like one of those stolen sex slaves. My crying increases, terror pouring through me as I realize this is how my life changes course.
If I even live.
I’ve never paid much attention to the human trafficking industry. Will I be sent to another country? Or stay in Mexico?
Will they keep me alive or kill me quickly?
I just don’t know.
I lie there thinking about my mom and dad. I should have called them to tell them I was okay. Except I’m not okay. I never was. Even with Decker.
Fleetingly, I get mad at him. He put my life at risk to save those other women. Selfishly, I hate them. If not for them, we could be in Texas right now and safe.
But they’re in the same position as me.
Stolen.
Taken by people who have no fucking right to do this to us. I let out a scream.
Because, why not? What are they going to do that’s worse than this?
Then the door comes flying open.
A man strides in with a gun, yelling Spanish at me and whacks the butt of the gun against my back.
