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Cells lined both sides of the wide hallway and my heart thudded in my ears as I ran, careful not to look in any of them as I passed. If I didn’t make it out, I wouldn’t be able to help myself let alone anyone else.
I made myself a promise, though. As soon as I was in the clear, I’d come back and free any women imprisoned herebefore I rained down hell on the entire place. All of it would be nothing but rubble and ash by the time I was done, the men’s bodies burning in the very cells they had used.
My bare feet slapped against the cement as I ran, the sound echoing down the hall behind me. When I reached the fork, just like Jules said, I slowed down just enough to make the turn.
Only, I didn’t see the arm stretched out in front of me until it was colliding with my chest. My body jerked with the force of the hit, and there was nothing I could do to stop myself from falling backward. The last thing I saw before everything went black was the same handsome angel who’d stuck me with a needle back at Antonio’s club.
CHAPTER 8
STELLA
There was no doubt about it, I’d had my bell rung. My head had its own heartbeat and pain radiated from what I felt sure was a sizable lump at the back of my head. But I was alive, and as long as my heart was still beating, I’d fight these assholes every step of the way. If for no other reason than to make them regret taking me.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring up at the same ceiling. Fuck. I was right back where I’d started, and judgingby the stiff material touching my skin I was lying atop the mattress from hell.
Cool air brushed against my skin like a caress, raising the hair on my arms and pebbling my nipples. Wait a second. When that fucker clotheslined me, I’d still had on my dress from the club.
Frantically, my hands moved along the front of my body only to find bare skin. I sat up, fighting the nausea that once again swamped me, using my hands to cover my tits and pussy as best as I could.
“Motherfucker!”
A male chuckle came from the darkened corner where Jules had been. “You won’t be needing the dress anymore.”
“Fuck you,” I spat back, trying to put as much bravado as I could behind my words, given the situation.
He had the upper hand here, and we both knew it, but he’d never have the satisfaction of seeing me cower. Once men like him caught a whiff of fear, you were as good as dead.
If I stood any chance of surviving, I’d have to be smart, bide my time, and be ready when the opportunity presented itself. Because I planned on living long enough to see these men pay.
“So much spark,” he purred. “We’ll have to see what we can do to change that.”
His words had hit their mark. Fear slid down my spine like a serpent, leaving me cold, thinking of all the ways he’d try to break me. Outwardly, however, I sat up straighter and raised an eyebrow.
“Bring him in.”
His voice was smooth, with no discernible accent to give away where he was from. I racked my brain trying to think if I’d ever heard it before, but I was coming up blank.
The cell door opened, and the handsome douche who’d clotheslined me during my brief escape attempt shoved Jules inside and forced him to his knees.
He might have had the face of an angel, but it was only a carefully crafted illusion to hide the demon that lurked beneath his pretty face. It was a dangerous combination, one that I was sure had tricked many girls. Just not me.
His tongue traced his bottom lip as he let his eyes roam over the parts of my body not covered by my hands and I bared my teeth at him.
Another chuckle came from the darkened corner. “She’s glorious, no? When I saw her, I knew she’d make an excellent addition to someone’s collection.”
He’d just confirmed my earlier suspicion that I had seen him somewhere before. But where? We must not have spoken because if we had I would have remembered his voice.
“Fuck you. I’m no man’s pet.”
The handsome demon chuckled. “Boss, you’re going to have your work cut out for you with this one. But you’re right, she’ll fetch a pretty penny.”
Finally, it dawned on me what these men were. Human traffickers. The scum of the earth, selling women like cattle.
My eyes narrowed and I spit at the handsome demon with what little I had in my overly dry mouth. Fuck them. I’d bite the cock off any man that came near me.
His eyes flashed at the spit that landed near his boot and took a step toward me, his hand raised. My chin jutted in the air, ready to take the punch. This wouldn’t be the first time a man laid his hands on me. The last one wound up six feet under, and this one would eventually face the same fate. I’d make sure of it, even if it was the last thing I ever did.
“Tut, tut, tut, Michael.” Hatred burned bright in his eyes at having been called off by someone higher up the food chainthan him. “You know we can’t sell damaged goods, and I’m looking forward to proving that The Devil’s Deviants aren’t nearly as untouchable as they think they are.”
