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As I reach for the soap bar, I do my best not to think about who else has used it, and instead run it over my body. Once I’m clean, I look around for some shampoo, but of course there isn’t any.
During the walk from my cell to the bathroom it became clear that these people—the Reapers—don’t live like the Kings. While the Kings aren’t wealthy, or living like it, they’re posh compared to the squalor the Reapers live in. So yeah, I suppose something as simple as shampoo isn’t available.
I rub the soap in my wet hair, doing my best to spread the suds to the strands. I don’t think I’m doing a good job, but at least it’s enough.
As soon as I’m done, I take the towel from the woman’s hand, and use it to pat my hair somewhat dry, before wrapping it around my body.
“You know,” the woman says, her eyes glued to my chest. “I’m not sure you need the towel any longer.”
I eye my filthy clothes, and make a move for them when she throws her head back and laughs menacingly.
“You don’t need that either. Why hide a body as perfect as yours.” Before I can react, she snatches the towel from me, and kicks open the door. “Let’s go find your dad,” she says, smiling evilly at me.
Zoe
Hope stirs to life in my chest. Yes, she’s taking me to see dad. He’ll help me. We can leave together, and once we’re safe, he can explain everything to me—and I’m sure there’s a rational explanation for his behavior. For… shit, I don’t know.
He did leave me with the Cruz Kings without trying to rescue me, and then he killed Rhiannon in cold blood. But he’s my dad, so I just know there’s more going on than I know of. Because my dad isn’t a bad person. He’s the one who taught me that family sticks together, so of course we’ll do that.
Spurred on by my thoughts, I make my strides longer. I try not to pay attention to the Reapers who gather to watch me.
“Look at that ass!”
“Nah man, I’m a tits guy. And hers would look so good painted in my cum.”
“I hope the Kings haven’t broken in her ass. That’s my favorite thing to do. Especially when they bleed.”
“There are other ways to make them bleed,” a man guffaws, making all of them laugh boisterously.
A coldness runs down my spine, making me shudder. Despite my newfound hope, I try to cover myself up. It’s prettymuch impossible to do, as the woman at my side isn’t letting go of my other arm.
“Pfft, is that her? The Kings’ toy? She’s nothing special.”
My head snaps to the side, and I glare daggers at the woman who spoke up. Or rather, girl. It’s the one I stepped over earlier, only now she’s on her feet. She’s swaying as she holds on to the door frame for support, and her eyes are glassy.
“You’re just jealous because her tits are better than yours,” another woman sniggers.
Despite my shower, I feel dirty. Like their taunts and insults are adding a layer of grime to my skin, coating me in their vileness. A sob works its way up my throat, but I press my lips together, refusing to let it escape.
I refuse to show them how terrified I really am.
As we enter the next room, my eyes immediately land on my dad. “Dad!,” I cry, relieved to finally see him.
He’s sitting next to the Prez of the Cali Reapers, at least if the badge on his cut is to be believed.
“Oh, dad.” I try to shake the woman off me, but her nails dig further into my skin. I feel blood pebbling at the cuts left behind by her nails.
Bitch!
As Dad glances my way, it’s with a look that resembles the one from the lawyer’s office after he found out mom left all her money to me. There’s no emotion in his eyes as he looks at me, causing me to shake.
Not from the cold, or being naked in a room full of strangers. No, it’s my dad’s indifference that causes the shiver.
“Dad,” I call out to him again, hoping my voice will spark some—any—emotion on his face. There’s no such expression when he keeps looking at me like I’m a nuisance and not his daughter. His last fucking living relative.
I’ve never felt more alone and vulnerable than I do right now. I can feel the looks and hear the taunts from the Reapers who followed in the wake of my walk of shame.
“Ahh, Irina,” dad practically coos and his gaze softens as he looks at the woman next to me. “I’ve missed you, darling.”
