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“Yeah, well, we can’t exactly jump her bones without him finding out,” Arrow grumbles, crossing his arms.
“No. What we need to do is follow his orders for now and leave Journey in the dark for her safety. Who knows what that unstable prick is capable of if he gets wind, we’ve stolen her away for safety reasons.”
‘I agree,’ Shepp signs with a nod, directing us into traffic.
“I don’t really want to wait,” Arrow pouts until I shoot him a look. “But I will. God. I want her so damn bad.”
You and me both.
"So, shall we?" Arrow asks, gesturing up the stairs with an edge to his voice. His patience is dwindling. He's liable to throw her over his shoulder. Willing or not.
"Your choice," I say in a low voice, stepping back.
She can either run away or up the stairs.
On a scale of one to ten, this is the stupidest thing I've ever considered. Three masked men I don't know from Adam, who cornered me on the dance floor in the middle of my stakeout, wanting to take me upstairs and…
Fuck.
I look around the circle they've created around me. I should be shaking in the high heels I was ordered to wear by him. The man who thinks he owns me. Maybe he does right now. But after the shit he pulled earlier, my thoughts are in other places.
“But my sister?” I plead, trying not to show my desperation. It's been three years since I saw her in person, ever since he took her away from me—my monster. The man pulling my strings like I'm his little puppet.
“Can I talk to her? Make sure she's okay?” I beg.
His eyes look me over in the corner of the burned-down warehouse where we always meet. When he sent me our secret code via text, indicating he needed to speak to me, I came running as fast as I could. He’s my only connection to her—the only person who knows where she’s at.
“Have you earned that?”
“But you promised, Sir. You promised me if I completed the strip club task, that I could talk to my sister. It's her fourteenth birthday today. I want to talk to her,” I sputter, showing my desperation.
It happens so quickly that I don't even see it coming. He strikes my cheek with his open palm, forcing my face to the side. I'm used to this abuse and his smug attitude. I’ve been subjected to it for three years, since I was sixteen.
The stinging lasts hours. Even after he sent me on my way, with no phone call to Sunshine to sing her happy birthday—he did this. He took my goddamn sister from me after I… After I did the one thing that I shouldn't have. Something overcame me when I saw those hands on my sister, and I…
I shake it off. His parting words sit with me as I walk back to the trailer my mother and I have lived in for years. If only I could go to the damn cops and tell them everything that happened to me at the hands of my depraved monster. The basement he threw me into. The torture he forced me to endure. The people he made me watch die at his hands. For six months, he broke me down and rebuilt me into the little snake he needed me to be—his perfect spy.
But he owns the law. He is the goddamn law. And If I went to the cops with my sob story, they’d throw me in prison for the crime that forced me into my monster’s hands.
“Find Jenni Thomas. Find Elias White. They'll be at this address. This is your mission for tonight. Prove to me you can handle it again. Then maybe I'll reconsider letting Sunshine speak with you. Be a good little snake.”
Fuck him. He wants me to be good and go to this party? Yeah, I'll do that. I'll go. But I'll enjoy my goddamn freedom along the way. I'll cover my bruises with a mask and lift my middle finger.
My monster doesn't control me tonight. Freedom does. And what does my freedom want? To pull the ultimate wool over my monster's eyes.
I'm going to lose my virginity. But not just to anyone. No. I'll know when the time is right and with who.
And these three are the right ones. I feel it in my damn bones.
Three bulky men fit with identical skeleton masks dripping with fake blood, devouring me with their stares. They each have a black t-shirt on, clinging to their hard chests and tight jeans. There's nothing particularly special about them.
But they call to something inside me, begging me to break all my promises.
Promising me a sliver of the freedom I crave.
Something inside me aches, throbbing at their touch. My panties fill with wetness when I stare at them. This is my moment. Even though I'm supposed to… I shake my head. I'm so tired of him—my monster—delegating everything in my life.
Do this job, Journey.
