Page 8 of His Toy

“Six hundred,” I said.

Everyone turned towards me, shock that someone would outdo such a high offer, even more surprising that I participated for the first time in years. I focused on the stage. Heather’s jaw dropped as she locked eyes with me. Her eyes flickered to my scar.

“Seven hundred,” the top hat said.

I growled. This was irritating. I didn’t have time for this.

I would win this bet and take Heather back. I would show her what it meant to play games in the darkness.

“Going once,” the host called. Heather bit her lip, her thumbs tucked inside of the sleeves of her hoodie. I would rip that thing off of her at the first chance. “Going twice—”

“Ten thousand dollars,” I said.

The audience stared. Even the host had been silenced. The top hat man scowled.

My reputation was one of watchful silence at Club Hades. But those who knew me, knew that I got what I wanted. Money wasn’t an issue.

Heather’s eyes pleaded, begging me. She didn’t know what she had been saved from, or the nightmare she was walking into. She wanted answers. I could give them to her.

For a price. And it wasn’t money that I wanted.

Heather was mine.