Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
He placed his hand high on my leg. I didn’t flinch, even as he slipped his fingers between my legs and stroked my core. “You want to be used?”
It took everything in me not to clench my teeth or gag. I nodded instead. He shoved my legs apart so he could gain better access. “Have you been with anyone else besides him?” He asked with a sneer.
There was so much emphasis on that last word I didn’t know what to make of it. Was he jealous of Shawn, or was that a warning to me that he would be pissed if I had been? I answered honestly, “No.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Good girl.”
His fingers were probing my opening when someone came in. “Boss,” the man said.
The guy didn’t look like the bruisers Ruin usually handled. This one was much younger and clean-cut. His eyes traveled between Ruin and me. It was easy to read that he wasn’t happy where Ruin’s hand was. Likely, he was Ruin’s latest toy. To Ruin, boys were toys, and girls were pets. Usually, the boys were willing, and the girls weren’t. Either that, or he mind-fucked the boys more. Both were usually young or had the look of it.
“What?” Ruin snapped but didn’t look back at the guy.
“You have a call.” Ruin’s expression grew dark, and even though the guy couldn’t see it, he rushed on and added, “It can’t wait.”
Ruin turned with eyes that smoldered with promises I hoped he didn’t keep and said, “I’ll be back.”
I took a chance and said, “Will he?” Ruin’s eyes narrowed in response. I hurried on and said, “He does own me, right?”
It was a gamble. I still hadn’t been able to find out anything about Shawn. The men that had bought the girls had all been caught, and the girls rescued. That was in the report in the FBI database I’d been able to find. That report didn’t mention Shawn at all. I’d gone through the mug shots of all the men arrested, and nothing.
Because the arrest began locally, I was able to read their report as well. There was a mention of a man found with me, but nothing more. When I’d brought up the op to the special agent in charge, I’d asked if anyone had been undercover. He’d said emphatically no, there hadn’t. It fit, as the FBI wasn’t first on the scene. In fact, according to the report from the local cops, an anonymous tip had been called in. Minutes later, the FBI received the same tip.
It would be hard to see it had been an FBI op if they got a tip they acted on. Yet it didn’t make sense. Shawn had tried to save me. My therapist wagered that I’d been so desperate to be saved I’d made Shawn into a hero. Because I’d wanted to be cleared for duty, I’d eventually agreed with her assessment.
Ruin got up and said nothing. His expression, however, said it all. He wasn’t happy and left the room. The door clicked shut, and the lock snapped into place.
Bringing up Shawn might have been a mistake, but I felt as though it was my only chance. My gut told me he was the help I needed. However, I wasn’t giving up hope that I could save myself. The truth of it was, as much as I wanted to put Ruin away for life, I also needed just as many answers about Shawn, the man that plagued my dreams.
11
MATT
A double-tap knock at the door brought me awake. I sat up and scrubbed a hand over my face before I stood up and traversed to the door.
As if Griff could sense me, he said, “It’s me,” through the door.
His voice was unmistakable, regardless of the fake accents he used throughout his day. I shifted the security bar before using the knob to open the door.
Griff’s grin was a welcome sight. I stepped out of the way as he lumbered in. We exchanged a quick hug before stepping back.
“It’s good to see you, brother.” Though we weren’t related in any way, a bond had formed between us, which was as thick as blood. “I see you’re still a brunette,” he said with a chuckle.
Born with blond hair that matched my twin’s, I was fortunate that Griff hadn’t completely followed my direction for no contact while I was locked up. A lawyer had visited me in jail despite what I’d told my handler. Since he wasn’t my assigned lawyer, we met in the general room, where all prisoners met with visitors. When we shook hands as he introduced himself, he passed me a small vial. He thought he was giving me drugs. It was, in fact, hair dye. The man hadn’t stayed long because I’d refused his offer of counsel after he said my old lady sent him. Even if Griff and I hadn’t discussed this as a means of communication, I’d guessed he’d been the one to send him.` `