Page 66 of Ever After
Chris walks back over to me and pets my head. “Such a good girl.” He turns to look at the crowd. “Now, the bidding will begin at thirty-thousand dollars.” Several men motion for the price, and he continues. “Forty-thousand, fifty-thousand, fifty-five thousand—”
Winston speaks up, “Eighty-thousand dollars.”
Everyone but Mister Fat Fingers puts their hand down and looks at him.
Chris narrows his eyes. “That’s a steep price.”
“She’s the perfect pet. You said so yourself,” he counters.
He points to the other man. “What’s your top bid, Mr. Sorenson?”
If Chris knows his name, he’s probably a repeat client.That does not sit well in my stomach, and I start to dry heave. What happened to the other girl he bought? Is she still alive?
“Three-hundred-thousand, and I get to walk out of here with her right now.” His accent is thick, but his words are clear. He’s not a man to be messed with.
Chris sneers. “Done.”
My eyes shoot up, and my heart races as the man approaches the stage. I try to talk or scream over the gag, but it’s just muffled noise. Chris pulls my arms down off the hook, and I pull back, fighting for freedom.
Mr. Sorenson wraps his arms around my arms and waist, holding me to him as he speaks to Chris. “The money will be in your account in a few minutes. I want a private room to enjoy my purchase now, and then we will be on our way.”
Sarah comes out from behind the curtain, and Chris motions for her. “Take Mr. Sorenson to one of the rooms and allow him some privacy.”
“Right away.” She turns her attention to us. “Please, follow me this way.”
I fight, trying to pull away from him, and he backhands me across the face. I stand there, stunned, my cheek throbbing. “Youwillstop fighting me, or I’ll do a lot worse than that.” He drags the back of his fingers down my reddened skin, his touch sending a wave of nausea through me. “Such a beautiful face, I’d hate to see it smashed up.”
I nod, wiping the tears from my cheeks on my shoulders.
He drags me to the room, and Sarah pushes open the door, escorting us inside.
“Is there anything else you require, Mr. Sorenson?”
He pushes me over the edge of the bed and secures my binding in place, then tightens them, and kicks my feet out wider. My chest is pressed down against the mattress, my shoulders muscles burning with how tight he made the restraints. I hear the ring of his zipper as he undoes his pants.
Please, stop. Don’t do this.I drop my forehead to the bed and squeeze my eyes shut, praying for a miracle. He spits on his hand and rubs it against my entrance.
“No, leave us alone. I want to ruin my new toy.”
Grayson
“Done,” Chris says.
I pull against Marco’s tight grasp on my upper arm and attempt to rush toward the curtain. He holds me tight.
“You can’t, Grayson. You’ll fuck everything up and probably get shot in the process.”
I pull the gag from my mouth. “I promised to call off all my team except for one guy because youalsothought he could help. You said Chris was a greedy motherfucker, and he enjoys seeing how much he can make. He didn’t even give Winston a chance to counter.”
“It’s unusual for him, but that means we have to deviate from the plan if we are going to take everyone down.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
He hands me a small handgun. I drop the magazine, noting it’s fully loaded. “Go to Finley’s room. Sarah will escort her there, and you can take that guy down and keep her safe. The rest of the team should be by any minute.”
“You never actually told me what exactly your plans consisted of.”
He looks out toward the group of men, not meeting my eyes. “It’s best if you don’t know.”