Ravaged by Them (Descent Into Darkness 2)

“Okay.” I nodded quickly and followed him.

It didn’t take Brody long to rip open the dash and tap the right wires together to start the engine. Then we were moving—the engine screaming as Brody pushed the pedal to the floor. We needed to find a place to hide out because they would definitely be looking for us. Luckily, there were other prisoners on the loose as well, so we wouldn’t be the only ones they were looking for.

“Why did you have to kill him?” I looked over at Brody. “Why couldn’t we just get the fuck out of there?”

“I couldn’t leave a million dollars on the table—no fucking way.” Brody shook his head back and forth. “He was guilty—he got what he deserved.”

“Are you sure about that?” I exhaled sharply. “There are a lot of people that would say the same thing about us if we were laying on that fucking floor with that cold-dead look in our eyes.”

“What do you think we’re going to do when we find Anabelle? Do you think we’re just going to scare her so much she keeps her fucking mouth closed? Josef Weber won’t be the only coffin on our conscious, Rourke—he’s just the first.” Brody’s lips twisted into a snarl.

Maybe he’s right.

Maybe we’re not so innocent after all.

But at the end of the day, there’s only one person to blame for everything that has happened to us—everything that’s going to happen now that we’re free.

And her name is Anabelle.

Anabelle

“Stop following me!” I turned towards the man that was walking a few paces behind me and stomped my foot. “I don’t need a bodyguard!”

“Sorry, Miss Anabelle. I don’t take orders from you.” He shook his head back and forth. “Your father says I have to go everywhere you do.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m about to walk into this store and buy some sexy lingerie. Are you going to watch me try it on?” I tilted my head to the side.

“I guess I am,” He chuckled and shrugged.

The man following me had a name—Steve. He was a reformed bad boy in a suit—as reformed as anyone could be when they worked for my father. He was hot, but I didn’t like men that fell on their knees in front of my father like submissive dogs. That’s all Steve really was. He would probably even bark on command if he was told to do so.

“Good morning, Miss Prescott.” The woman behind the counter greeted me with a smile as I entered the store. “It’s good to see you again. How can I help?”

“I want to try on a few things.” I looked toward the back of the store. “I’ve got a date this weekend and I’m looking for something sexy in case things go well.”

“Of course.” She nodded quickly and walked out from behind the counter. “Let me show you what just came in.”

“Perfect.” I looked over my shoulder at Steve, gave him a wink, and then followed the woman towards the lingerie section.

I doubted my date was going to end with my dress on the floor, but I liked any excuse to shop—especially when I got to buy stuff that would make my father lose his mind. A few charges on his credit card for sexy lingerie would definitely do it. It wasn’t like he could say anything about it. He lost that right the moment he became the submissive dog at my feet—the night he begged for my help. The night he forced me to choose my family over the man that I loved.

“This one was designed by Kim Kardashian.” The woman turned around with a pretty black negligee in her hands.

“That means everyone has it.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want my date to see something he saw on the last girl he coaxed out of her dress.”

“Absolutely, of course.” She nodded and put the negligee back on the rack. “How about—one of these? They’re probably not designed by anyone you’ve heard of, but they’ll be all the rage in a few months once they hit the runway.”

“You got them early?” I tilted my head as I looked at the selection.

“We did—the only store in Chicago that has this line in stock right now.” She beamed with pride.

“Okay.” I nodded quickly. “I’ll take them all—I assume you still have my size on file.”

“Of course.” Her smile got wider. “You don’t want to try anything on?”

“Nah, I don’t need to. Those are perfect.” I smirked and turned towards Steve, who was waiting by the door. “Make sure your label is prominently displayed when you have them delivered to my house.”

“Yes ma’am.” She walked towards the register. “We’ve got your father?