Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76082 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“What?” He gives me a funny look. “Of course I want to fuck you.”
“Oh!” I take a little hopping step backwards in my bare feet.
“Stop scaring her,” Badass snaps.
Animal rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean right now. I mean, unless—”
“Keep your dick in your pants. Nobody’s fucking anybody until we talk,” Quickshot says. “Sit down, babe.”
It’s like I can’t do anything right, but I do what he says. I don’t understand where this is going. I just want to be sure they’re happy with their purchase, because that’s my fastest route to getting off the hook.
Badass sits down on the sofa next to me, making me lean into him when the cushion dips in his direction. He catches me, but instead of righting me, he pulls me even closer and squeezes my shoulder. “You’re fine, honey.”
Instead of being scary, it’s comforting. I’m used to being attention starved, not getting a lot of touch. It got better when Sandra came back home, but maybe that’s why I find it so easy to snuggle up against his massive frame instead of pulling away. Despite the situation, he gives off a protective vibe that calms me.
Quickshot pushes a couple of motorcycle parts aside and sits on the table, resting his hand on his thighs as he leans closer. His cool gray eyes examine me closely, looking me up and down so intensely that worry creeps back into the back of my mind.
“First up, how much do you owe?”
Oh God. I’ve been trying to put the enormity of the number out of my head as much as possible, because every time I have to remember, it feels like there’s a fist squeezing my heart into a tiny ball.
“A hundred…” I mumble.
“Speak up.”
I close my eyes, draw a breath for strength, then release it “A hundred thousand.”
“Fuck,” Animal groans. “How the fuck did you manage that?”
Quickshot waves him off. “We’ll deal with it after. Now we need you to be fucking honest with us. No one’s judging, but if getting cut off’s going to be an issue, you need to own up.”
“What?” I look from one face to the next. They’re all watching me expectantly and I have no idea what he’s even talking about.
Badass gives me another small hug. “Withdrawals, honey. I don’t see track marks or nothing, but not everything is visible.”
“What? No!” Oh my God. I can’t believe they—
Then I remember Sandra when she finally got away from her scummy ex-boyfriend, and why I took her to professionals. All these guys know about me is that I’m willing to sell myself in order to pay off a debt. Of course they think I’m doing stuff. My shoulders slump and I stare down at my hands.
Animal squats at my feet. “We’ve got this. We’ll talk to Doc. He’ll know how to—”
“I’m not on drugs!” I blurt out. “I drink decaf after noon, sheesh.”
“Then how the fuck did you get a hundred grand in debt with those assholes?” Quickshot asks roughly.
I shy away. I must seem like such a screw up.
“Give her a fucking break.” Animal puts a hand just above my knee and gives me a squeeze that I think is supposed to be reassuring.
Quickshot shakes his head and fixes me with a cool, blue stare. “We paid a lot of fucking money for you. Remember that when I offer you this deal.”
A deal? I’m in no position to negotiate, but if there’s a chance at getting back to my old life, I’ll take what I can get. “What kind of a deal?”
“We’ll let you go—”
My sharp gasp of surprise cuts him off. I sit straight up, pulling out of Badass’s embrace. “Let me go? You’ll let me go?” My eyes are probably a little wild as I look between the three of them. The hope that wells up inside threatens to overwhelm me. “Thank—thank you. I don’t know what to—”
“It’s not quite that simple.” Animal gives my knee another squeeze. “Like he said, we paid twenty-five k for you.”
I should’ve seen it coming. Expecting to get away for free was obviously too much to ask.
“Right. To have sex with me, right? I… I guess I’m ready.” The excitement and eagerness I’d built up in myself earlier isn’t quite there yet, but maybe I can build myself up again.
Capturing the bottom of Quickshot’s T-shirt that’s way too big for me, I start to pull it up. Three sets of male eyes flare with heated interest, and even just that is enough to spark a hint of the fire that’s smoldering in my core. Maybe this will be okay, after all.
But Animal and Badass stop my hands, keeping me from undressing. How is this going to work, if they keep stopping me? “Are you going to pimp me out instead?” I ask in a tiny, terrified whisper.