Chapter 33 #3
“Who’d you think it was? Tyler?” She laughs. “That pussy couldn’t even kill you when he had the chance. Always trying to keep you away from the big man. Always making some excuse as to why he hadn’t brought you in yet.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Savannah scoffs. “I’m talking about how you were always just an assignment for him.
You think meeting him at the bookstore was an accident?
From the moment you met him, it was all planned.
” A piece of hair falls in her face, and she tries blowing it away.
“He was supposed to get you to apply to the clinic, and then once you were ready, we would make our move and deliver you to our boss.”
Now that she mentions it, he was really insistent on me applying to the clinic. He sent me the job requisition three different times. Even went as far as to drive me to and from the interview.
“But noooo. He ended up wanting you for himself.” She gives me a once over. “Don’t fucking know why.” Her lips twist in disgust and she rolls her eyes.
Isaac walks behind Savannah and grabs her hair, pulling her head back. He holds the knife underneath her chin, the blade pressing against her skin. If she were to so much as swallow, it would break skin.
“Make another comment about her again, I dare you.” He threatens.
“Regardless of the reasons, he really pissed off the boss. So, it was either he brought you in, or he disappeared himself.” She strains. “He finally came to his senses and was planning on taking you in the night you knocked him out.”
“I don’t understand. How do you guys know each other in the first place?” I cross my arms in front of her.
“Oh you don’t know?” She laughs and Isaac presses the blade harder against her neck. A small drop of blood falls down her neck.
“Isaac, wait.” Isaac hesitates, but then slowly takes the knife away from her neck.
She moves her head from side to side and then smiles. “Tyler’s my brother you dumb whore. And he is just as much of a pussy now as he was growing up.”
Her brother? They’re fucking related? My legs feel like they are going to give out from underneath me. I look over at Isaac and his surprise is evident.
He had no idea either.
Savannah laughs from the chair. Isaac’s eyes narrow and plunges the knife into the top of her right hand. Her ear shattering screams fill the room.
“How is the clinic connected? Why was it so important for her to be there specifically?” He demands.
“F-Fuck you.” She groans. “Why should I tell you?”
Isaac removes the knife from her right hand and then drives it into her left thigh. She screams and swears as the blood flows down her leg in a river of crimson.
“You have multiple places this knife can go that won’t cause fatal damage. We can go all night.”
“The clinic is where we find the girls for my boss.” Savannah pants and sucks in a breath.
Her face becoming paler by the minute. “It’s the perfect place for us to find vulnerable women and take them under our care and prepare to sell them to the next highest bidder.
The manager and front desk receptionist are the boss’s wife and daughter. ”
This whole time I have been working at the clinic and helping them harm women. A sickening weight settles in my stomach. How many of them did I end up sending to their death?
To a fate worse than death?
How many women out there are being abused because of me?
“W-what about Keirsten?” I ask.
“You mean Holly? That meek little tramp has been my boss’s special pet ever since she was a girl. She had no choice but to do what she did to you.” Before I had a chance to think about what I was doing, I’m grabbing a knife from the bench and holding the tip under her chin, forcing her to lift it.
“Why me?” My hand trembled from anger, but my voice was clear.
Savannah peers up at me. “Nobody but the boss knows why. But if you ask me, you’re not worth an ounce of any of it.”
“What’s your boss’s name?” Isaac watches from behind the chair. Ready to step in if I were to ask.
The look in Savannah’s eyes shows me that she knows she’s dying tonight. There’s no point in withholding information. She’s just been playing games until now.
“Enzo.”
The name leaves her lips and the world shatters around me. I drop the knife and it clatters to the floor in front of her.
Backing away, my legs hit the workbench behind me, knocking my knees from under me. I brace myself, and I feel Isaac’s arms underneath me before I fall to the ground.
I tried so hard to disappear from Enzo’s life.
And until now, I thought I had done a good job at doing so. How long has he been following me? How long has he been controlling my life?
How long before I started working at the clinic did he even know where I was? He obviously knew because she said Tyler was assigned to me. Our entire relationship was a lie.
I was being manipulated from the very beginning, used for Enzo's sick game. And I was stupid enough to let him.
Everyone always uses me. Will I ever be worthy of genuine love?
Savannah raises an eyebrow and snorts. “You two have no idea what you’re up against.”
Isaac gets to his feet and backhands her. “If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to take this knife from your leg and slice your throat with it.”
She narrows her eyes at him and bares her teeth. “It doesn’t fucking matter. Once Enzo realizes that I tried to kill her, I’m as good as dead anyway. It’s just a matter of time before your dumb cunt of a whore is gone.”
In one swift move, Isaac removes the knife from her leg and slashes her throat from ear to ear. Life drains from her wide eyes as the blood pours from her neck down her shirt. She chokes on her blood and sputters before her head falls forward.
And just like that. She’s gone.