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I scan over the people walking by, laughing, talking, and flirting, making me smile and shake my head. I stop on the tall, tattooed man making his way over to me. I recognize him. I think Christian called him Michael, and he was the man who used to work for his father and is now loyal to him. Christian hasn’t told me much about his past, but he did tell me that his father’s men, or most of them anyway, became loyal to him when he killed his father.
I never knew that type of loyalty existed until I met Christian. He is more loyal than anyone I have ever met in my life, but there are lines that people can’t cross, or they will die. I have seen this, Christian does not fucking play around. If you betray him, he will kill you. It is just that simple in this world. He doesn’t give second chances, and he doesn’t play fucking games.
I lean against the wall as I look out over the casino. Christian has a meeting to attend, and I told him I would be fine waiting here. So far, everyone has left me the fuck alone. They all saw me walk in with Christian, and if people don’t know who I am, they are finding out pretty fucking quickly. Between what I did to that girl and then what Ty and Christian did to that gross man, the word is spreading pretty fucking quickly not to fuck with us.
I don’t really know for sure when I became so fucking bold. It could have been when I was with Christian in his office, or maybe it was a different time, but everything has completely fucking changed inside me. I don’t feel weak anymore. I don’t hear the voices like I did; it could be because I was just running away from them, or maybe Christian silenced them. Whatever the reason, I am fucking grateful.
Michael stops in front of me and rests his hand on the wall next to my head, making my heart race, not for a good reason. He fucking creeps me out. I have been watching all of Christian’s men just like they have been watching me, and this guy is a fucking whore, and not in a good way, either. I attempt to take a step back, but he grabs my arm and pulls me into him. He leans down and rests his lips against my ear. “You are nothing but a fucking whore to him,” he whispers.
He pulls back and looks at me, and just as fucking quickly, all the thoughts, the intrusive and negative thoughts start to come back.
“What?” I ask, needing to understand what the fuck is going on.
“You are just the flavor of the week, sweetheart. He will get sick of you, just like he gets sick of all of the whores. You are nothing special,” the man snaps at me.
“Let me go,” I say through gritted teeth, hating this feeling of being helpless once again, fucking hopeless.
“If you want a real man, I am here,” he leans in and gently kisses my neck. My heart races, and my blood boils as I pull back and kick him right in the fucking nuts. He releases his hold on my arm, and I stumble back a few steps.
He falls to the ground, holding his nuts. “You fucking cunt, he will fucking throw you away, and when he does, you will regret ever fucking touching me. I will make damn sure of that,” he screams at me.
“Nicole,” Christian snaps, pulling my attention from the guy. I see Ty standing next to Christian, and they are both looking at me. Then, they look at Michael on the ground as they make their way toward me.
Whore.
Whore.
Dirty.
Dirty.
My little puppet.
I shake my head, trying to clear the voices, but that never fucking works. I turn around and take off running down the hallway.
“Bambino,” Christian yells after me, but I am already out the back door and running down the steps. I turn left into the alley and take off into the blackness of night.
My lungs start to burn as I come to a stop at the end of the alley. I look back quickly and see Ty and Christian busting out the door and down the steps.
Fucking shit, man.
I don’t want to see either of them right now. I don’t want to explain why I hit Michael in the nuts, and I don’t want to fucking explain what he said to me. I don’t want to fucking explain that I feel like that scared girl in the basement again. I pull my shoulders back, stand up straight, and walk down the alley toward the street.
“Nicole!” I hear Ty scream my name as I turn the corner and quickly cross the street into a park I have never been in before. I am still trying to learn my way around here, and in the dark, it is even worse, but I couldn’t stay in there with Michael with people whispering. People are constantly fucking whispering. I wrap my arms tightly around myself as I walk deeper into the park. It is weird being anywhere without Christian, but right now, I don’t know if I can fucking look him in the eyes.
“Hello, puppet,” my heart stops. My legs feel like they are stuck in cement, and my knees go fucking weak.
I turn my head and see a guy leaning against one of the trees. He is close enough that I can tell he is muscular, tattooed, has long blond hair and his arms are crossed over his chest.
“What did you call me?” I ask softly. Maybe I fucking heard things. The voices in my head are pretty fucking loud right now.
“It’s nice to see you again, puppet,” the man says, smiling at me. His smile sends chills down my spine, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Where the fuck did he hear that nickname?
He pushes off the tree, and I stand completely still because, honestly, I can’t fucking move right now. He slowly starts to walk around me and looks me up and down, making my knees shake. “It’s nice to see you looking so well,” he says in a low, dark, disgusted voice. I remember all the fucking men Sebastian made me fuck, and I know for a fucking fact I have not fucked this dude, but he seems to know me. But from where? How?
“Do I know you?” I ask in a shaky voice. My anxiety and panic rising once again. I feel like that scared, helpless, hopeless girl in that damn fucking dark basement.
He shakes his head as he continues to circle me. “You look awfully pleased with yourself,” he snaps at me.
