“Six pretty girls,” the guy with the huge gun says as the newcomers look at each one of us, eyes traveling from the tops of our heads to our feet. “Untouched.”
“Untouched?” the taller of the two men snaps, his eyes locking on the brunette who tried so hard to keep our spirits up. “They’re covered in bruises. From the looks of it, that one probably has a fractured cheekbone.”
“You’re going to like that one, Javier,” the gun-toting man says with a quick lick to his lips. “She’s feisty and full of fire.”
“I won’t be able to sell her for weeks. My buyers like to be the ones to mark them up. They want fresh, unmarked skin. How is her pussy?”
My heart drops to my stomach. Knowing something is going to happen and actually hearing it are two different things. The confirmation makes bile burn my throat.
“Their pussies haven’t been touched.”
Javier looks pleased with this information. “I’ll take them, but I want the next batch to arrive in better condition.”
The gun-toting man nods but doesn’t make a move to leave.
Javier nods toward the other man he’s standing with, and that man hands over a manilla envelope—payment for us, I’m certain.
The man takes the envelope but still doesn’t move.
“Is there a problem?” Javier snaps before looking at his partner. “Get these whores in the house.”
The other man goes to move, but the sound of a gun getting cocked stops him in his tracks.
“Is there a problem?” Javier snaps again, and I just know that we’re going to watch these two men die and then be loaded up in the back of the truck again.
“The boss wants proof,” the sneering man snaps. “He wants to know how dedicated you are to this new endeavor.”
Javier’s jaw ticks as he clenches his jaw. “Fine. You. Come here.”
My eyes widen as the brunette shakes her head, fresh tears streaming down her face.
“Now,” Javier snaps and instead of being the feisty woman she was before, her feet shuffle forward.
Javier’s hands work open the fly of his jeans.
“If you bite me, I’ll blow your fucking brains out. Do you understand?”
She nods, her breath coming out in harsh gasps as her eyes dart all over, looking for an escape.
“No. That won’t be enough.”
Javier snaps his eyes from the brunette back to the man with the gun. The man is now holding up a phone, no doubt making a video of this depravity either for proof like he claims or to use later for personal use.
Javier doesn’t argue as he reaches into his back pocket. I have to close my eyes at the sound of a foil packet being opened. My entire body trembles, tiny whimpers escaping my lips.
I nearly throw up in my mouth when I hear the sound of him spitting.
“Please don’t,” the woman pleads, but he doesn’t listen.
I’m going to hear her pained cries every second for the rest of my life, and at this point, I’m hoping that won’t be for much longer. Death has got to be better than this.
Chapter 2
Thumper
“Angel,” I hiss, my hips still working back and forth. “Get the other women in the house. I don’t need them getting sick. We’re already going to have to deal with damaged goods.”
He nods at me, but there’s a fire in his eyes that tells me he isn’t happy. I don’t know if it’s because I’m fucking this woman and he isn’t, or if he’s pissed I’ve taken it this far. I knew the rules. He laid them out for me more than once before agreeing to work for me. He has to understand that if I refused what Berto was demanding, we’d both be lying in a pile of blood right now. Despite not wanting to be in this position, I knew it was a possibility. My cock is hard as I fuck into her, so there’s no denying that at least my body is enjoying what my mind is telling me is fucked up beyond belief. I shake my head, trying to get my months with Cerberus out of it.
The women are crying and pleading as they’re led away, and my eyes catch on the redhead as she walks past, her eyes everywhere but on what I’m doing. Her wrists are mangled from rope burns, bare feet filthy. She already seems broken, a ghost of the woman she possibly was before all of this started.
I had a list of demands, characteristics in the women I purchased. I know what sells well and what doesn’t. All six of the women have exotic features. Four are blonde, either bottle or natural. I didn’t pay enough attention to know the difference. The woman under me is a brunette, but her eyes are a gorgeous green. I grip her harder when she tries to move away, my fingers a painful reminder of who’s in charge.