25. Angel
ANGEL
The Scorpion creep may not be able to touch me intimately but grabs me by the hair and half drags me out of the van they threw me in after they took my gun and doesn’t let go until we’ve reached their door.
“Get the fuck in. You’re more fucking trouble than you’re worth.
If I had my way, we’d use you really good and then toss you away.
Let the wolves feast on you for all the trouble you are. ”
He pushes me through the living room area of the cabin and men I’ve never seen before let out drug and alcohol induced whistles as I pass by, but other than that they don’t really pay us any mind.
They clearly brought in more men. I can only hope it’s not to drive us out in the night or tomorrow and I’ll have enough time to bargain.
I’ve never once heard anyone say the name of the man who keeps a firm grip on my hair, we just call him our babysitter.
He opens the basement door and now the fear of returning to that dank dark space with no light, bad smells, and no chance in hell of getting out this time hits me hard.
I swallow through the lump formed in the back of my throat.
This is for my sister. She deserves to have a good life, one that doesn’t involve being used as a plaything for some rich bastard who wants to get his kicks.
Freedom.
It’s a gift that only I have the ability to give her.
The walk down the stairs brings me back full circle, like I haven’t been gone at all, but so much has changed in such a short time.
If I never get to see the light of day again, at least I know the feeling of being loved and protected by a man, and the pleasure of his touch.
I only wish I had told him so much more before I left.
These bastards aren’t going to be so happy when this buyer learns that I’m not a virgin, but I can’t worry about their consequences.
They made the deal not me. My sister and I are innocents in all of this.
But our babysitter doesn’t make coming back easy.
He gives me a shove as we reach the bottom of the stairs, forcing me to a tall square pole with chains.
But seeing my sister alive and seemingly okay, at least outwardly causes me to sigh a huge sigh of relief. Her eyes mist as she watches him secure my arms above the post to a rafter. This is not what either of us wanted, but we gave the escape our best efforts.
I blame my father and if I were ever to get out of here I swear I would make that man pay with his very life for everything he’s done to us. “Ouch!” Tears flood my eyes and spill down my cheeks as he secures the cuffs and they dig into my skin.
Maybe I should keep my mouth shut, but I don’t. “Pretty sure whoever paid top dollar was supposed to get a virgin who was untouched, unmarred in any way. I’m going to make sure he knows exactly who hurt me, cut chains into my skin, and we’ll see what he does with that information.”
“You’ll keep your fucking mouth shut or your sister will pay the price, got it? There’s no buyer who keeps her protected.”
I shrug as though indifferent as he turns and walks away. “It’s a risk you have to take I guess, but it’s too late now. The marks will be there. Deeper and deeper the longer you have these digging into my skin. We’ll see what happens.”
He’s halfway up the stairs before he turns back.
His face is contorted with anger, but whatever he envisions this buyer doing to him for hurting me or my sister in any way doesn’t seem like it’s a risk he’s willing to take at least. But then he looks Ari up and down.
“I’ll be back with the boys to have a little fun with you later.
” I save what I plan to threaten him with for the next time they come down because any crew member that comes near my sister is going to hear the same thing.
Ari’s eyes fill with fear and red-hot anger seeps into my very soul.
The threats to our captors will be a last resort.
Somehow, before that, we have to get away.
I have to find a way to get her out of here, make whoever buys me take her with me, buy her too if I can’t get her freed.
At least then I can barter with him for her safety.
I huff out a breath. Maybe whoever wants to buy me can be persuaded to make them let my sister go if I promise to be willing and at his beck and call without a fight.
I guess that only works if the bastard who paid for me doesn’t like a woman who puts up a fight.
Who knows what this asshole’s kink is. It’s like trying to solve a puzzle with half the pieces.
I’ll get nowhere fast until he comes to get me and I have a chance to talk with him alone.
I close my eyes, trying to think of something else that could help us get free because in my heart I know that men like that don’t travel to pick up their girls.
No, there are elaborate transport methods set up to shelter him and keep his name from appearing in any of the acts.
I’ll be delivered to him by men he can trust, maybe not even these men will actually know where I end up going.
Bike to car, to truck, to ship, boat, who knows what transportation they’ll use.
My sister’s scared voice pulls me from my reverie. “Angel?”
“Yeah? You okay?” I ask, although I don’t know if I really want to know the truth, whether I can handle it if she tells me they violated her already or they hurt her in some other way.
“I’m okay,” Ari says. “When the men come down, they’re going to be drunk, stoned out of their minds. I’ll let them get close. There are a couple who carry pistols at the back of their waist. You need to get your hands free.”
My sister, always thinking. The poles are close enough that it may just work.
“You’re a genius.” I wiggle my hands chained to the rafter above and although the babysitter has loosened the cuffs, they’re still not going around the palm of my hand and if there’s a way that I can break my thumb I’m not sure how to do it or if it would even work.
But these chains wrapped around my ankles are weapons anyone as flexible as me can damn well use as death traps and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
It may not be the most airtight plan, but looking around at the starkness of the basement, and lack of anything useful to help our situation, I’m at a loss.
Unless I can talk to the Scorpions’ prez, try to cut a deal, pay him more somehow.
It would probably mean dancing or prostituting out for the rest of my life, but right now it sounds like one of the only plays.
And although I’d love to think we have options, I think whatever this buyer wants, the deal has been sealed, and the Scorpions will do anything to make sure I get turned over to him and they don’t lose their lives.
Because powerful men, they don’t suffer fools or fuckups lightly. I may not know everything about this sordid little deal that got cooked up, but I do know that.
Anything I can do to get them to leave Ari alone and bring the heat from Ari to myself, that’s what I’m going to do.
The only thing I can think to do is to tell the Scorpions that I’m not a virgin anymore.
And watch the evil eyes of the Scorpion prez fill with anger and hate but if I do that, I lose the bargaining chip that’s keeping us both alive. And I’m sure not going to do that.
Ari’s idea is the best but as much as I try these cuffs won’t loosen and there’s no way I can wiggle out of them and as the door opens to the basement from above, I fear time is running out.
The babysitter and his greasy headed friend come downstairs.
His eyes rake over me and then Ari as his deviant looking sidekick leer at us both.
They should have made these ankle chains way shorter than they did, because I have a lot of leverage. Ari isn’t patient. Something has changed in her demeanor since I saw her last, going from timid victim to a woman with fire in her heart ready to take these bastards down.
I suck in a deep breath as the asshole strokes a finger over her cheek and calls her a pretty little whore.
“It’s a pity I haven’t gotten to get my dick wet yet.
Prez didn’t say anything about keeping you pure,” he says, grabbing her tank in his fist, drawing her so close to his face that I almost puke. “Get away from her you bastard.”
The babysitter looks like he wants to backhand me, but he refrains, still worried about what the buyer is going to do to this fucker if he mars what he’s bought and paid for.
“Do it,” I taunt. “I’d like to see what happens to you when my buyer finds you and has his men pay you a visit for messing with his property.
Property that cost him a whole hell of a lot of money, asswipe. ”
That does it. He spits on Rogue’s jacket.
“You come into our club reeking of Royal Bastards, you little skank.
He grabs the jacket with a fist, bunching it up before running a knife down the patch that distinguishes the RBMC for everyone to see.
He takes his time, watching me, enjoying my fear, I can tell.
The asshole runs his knife under the patch, digging in, the pressure of the knife not cutting me through the jacket but he’s sure as hell intent on cutting that patch to pieces.
When he’s separated it from the jacket, he cuts it in half and tosses the pieces on the ground.
“The scorpions are going to take a shit on those tonight.”
“The Royal Bastards are going to take a shit on you, fucker.”
He grabs my tank and bra together in one hand and slices the material of both right down the center, pushing it aside and exposing my breasts to the cold damp air.
Ari gasps as the asshole in front of her does the very same thing to her.
She laughs; my sister laughs right in his fucking face, causing it to go beet red.
“What the fuck are you laughing for, whore?”
Ari bats her eyelashes. “Didn’t they tell you I’m not exactly the virginal sister. I like it rough and with two guys. Pity you aren’t my type though. See I like real men not yes men who can’t make decisions on their own.”
It takes everything I have, including biting down on my lip to keep from telling them she’s lying, yelling at them to stay away, but I know what Ari is doing and she’s giving us our only chance.
The minute the babysitter turns away from me and pushes Ari’s tank from her shoulders, cupping her breasts, I use my core to lift my legs, settling the chains around his neck before crisscrossing and squeezing my ankles together like my life depends on it because both of ours do.
The fuckhead of a fiend manages to get his hands between my chains and his friend’s neck, giving him room to breathe while drawing the gun from the babysitter’s pants and pointing it at me.