“I don’t care,” I repeated. “Ruin it, it’s yours, do what you want.”
“What if someone else fucks you after me?” he demanded.
“They won’t!” I was losing my mind. “I won’t let them. Not ever.”
“You better not,” he snarled. “I’ll fucking ruin that cunt before I let anyone else have it, babydoll.”
I cried out as he flipped me on my back, and then he was on top of me, forcing his cock back inside me. He fucked me like a toy, like he was using my body to get off with it. I lost count of how many times he made me come and just let it happen. I let every orgasm wash over me like the tide, washing away the day we’d had, making me whole again. I screamed and thrashed but I still didn’t cry.
He slapped my pussy and I howled in pain.
“Cry!” he ordered me. “I want to see you fucking cry!”
“No,” I choked on the word. “I won’t!”
“Fucking cry,” Beau growled. “You don’t want me to make you.”
“Make me!” I hissed. “Fucking make me!”
He fucked me like a savage.
When I was nothing but a mess of tangled limbs and half-whispered words, he turned me around and kept fucking me from behind. He did it for what felt like hours. Until my body started resisting. Until I crawled away from him and begged him to stop.
My poor shivering body tried to get away when another orgasm took over, making my knees buckle and making me fall flat on the bed. Beau watched me come again, his hand on his cock, my pussy making a mess of his sheets. He was jerking off as he watched me.
I couldn’t speak anymore. Couldn’t say a word. I just lay on the bed like a used up, broken little toy. And I started to cry. Not howl or heave with it, just let the tears fall down and curled up into a ball, waited for him to make it all better.
His body crashed against mine and he forced my face up, groaning when he saw my tear-streaked cheeks.
I tried to beg him to make it better, but he spoke up first.
“That’s a good girl,” he told me gently. “Now I’ll really start to fuck you, babydoll. Keep crying and you can have your cum.”
17 Beau
I woke up the next morning bright and early. I was fucking ready to tackle the day, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.
We needed to get Charli back. I’d never been more intent on finding my girl’s sister than that morning, and I finally understood why. I got the initial attraction I felt for Charli, and finally, I understood my feelings for Lucy as well.
Charli reminded me of Alessia so much.
She was vulnerable. She needed help. She needed someone to rescue her, and for me, it was so easy to slip back inside the role of a savior. I’d tried to play it my whole life after losing both my parents. I wanted to feel responsible for something after they died in a car crash in my early twenties. I wanted to know I could change the world, and someone’s life, for the better.
But it didn’t work out with Alessia, and if I didn’t try hard enough, it wasn’t going to work with Charli either. She was my redemption. My chance to make things up to myself, to her sister. Because I was plagued by guilt. I needed to bring her back and make sure she was alright, or I’d never be able to forgive myself for letting her go that night.
I realized it was more about me than Charli. But I couldn’t deny the involvement of her sister.
Before Lucy walked into my life, I was a desperately lonely man. I didn’t let anyone close, let alone in. I lived by myself, worked by myself, took care of myself. There was never an option of having anyone else, so I just did what I had to. But now, with my babydoll sleeping soundly in my bed, my life had taken on a new meaning.
Lucy had completely changed my outlook. Suddenly, I wasn’t living just to get by. I wasn’t waiting around for something to happen. With her, my life was full and messy as fuck.
And I couldn’t get enough of it. I craved it.
Her chaos.
Her mess.
Her twisted mind.
Her wicked grin.
Her tempting body.
I was well and truly hooked.
I tried to keep all this and more out of my mind as I sat down in my office, getting ready to dig up some information. Bryant had been up early as well, and I could see he’d logged some hours of work online. While I was slowly waking up, he was probably just barely getting to bed. I called him and waited impatiently for him to pick up.
“It’s late–” he started, but I cut him off right away.
“I went to the ring,” I said. “I took the girl.”
“Are you fucking insane?” Bryant hissed at me. “You went into a ring of criminals and took an innocent girl with you? Are you both alive and okay?”
I remembered the cut on Lucy’s arm, and guilt washed over me like a tide.
“We’re fine,” I replied in a clipped tone. “Do you know what happened?”
“Hell yeah, it’s all over the news,” Bryant replied with a heavy sigh. “I was just watching it now, hoping you were alright.”
“What are they saying it was?”
“A gang attack,” Bryant told me. “They’re saying it was two rival gangs battling it out.”
“That could be true,” I grunted. “But if it is, we have bigger problems than ever. We need to find out more.”
“Are you crazy?” Bryant asked me in shock. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“I need you to dig up some more information,” I barked in reply, not waiting for him to go on. He was just going to tell me what I could and couldn’t do, and I wasn’t in the mood for that. “We didn’t find that guy, Grigori. We need a way to get closer to him. Do you think he’s higher up in the gang than we thought originally?”
“He must be,” Bryant replied. “Or he has something to hide, which could be another reason he wasn’t there yesterday. Are you sure you didn’t see him?”
“Positive.” My reply was firm. I’d scoured that room for the man, and he was nowhere to be seen. He definitely hadn’t been there that night, and in the building, there was only one room – it would’ve been impossible for him to hide in there. “I need you to get more shit on this man. Where can I find him? Is there someone that could lead me to him?”
“I’ve looked around a bit already,” Bryant admitted. “I know there’s a Georgian bar in the city. Not a very classy place, but he may well be there. Even if he isn’t, his brother might be. His name is Valeri. He will definitely be at the bar tonight. There’s something going on there – an auction of sorts, I think.”
“How will I get close to him?” I asked, rubbing my chin. “I need him to think I don’t want to hurt anyone. I can’t have him suspicious.”
“Beau, have you seen yourself?” I could hear Bryant smirking on the other end of the line. “You’re about as far away from inconspicuous as you could possibly be. It’s a fucking wonder you got out of there alive yesterday. You look like you have money. Rich. Classy. Had you provoked those men in any way, you’d be dead by now.”
I gritted my teeth, hating that Bryant was right. I didn’t want him to be, because I didn’t want to admit to myself I’d put both Lucy and me in danger. I hated the thought of her getting fucking hurt.
“So, what do you suggest?” I asked him roughly. “I need to get to the bottom of this, and like you said, they won’t fucking trust me. I can probably get into a gambling ring with the note I got from Sandro, but not a bar.”
“Well, you have a secret weapon they don’t know about,” Bryant replied. “You said there was a girl with you yesterday?”
“What about her?” My tone was protective, and adrenaline surged through my veins. I wouldn’t have anyone looking, let alone touching my girl. Lucy was off-fucking-limits. Whatever plan Bryant had devised with her in mind would fall the hell apart, because I wasn’t about to put her in the path of danger again. “Keep her out of this, Bryant. She doesn’t get involved.”
“Isn’t this about her sister?
” he reminded me, and I nearly lost it before he went on. “Alright, look, I’m sorry. I’m just thinking out loud here.”
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said, and he went on after an excruciatingly long pause that nearly drove me crazy.
“I’m thinking you need to use your hidden asset,” he said simply. “The girl. They won’t be expecting someone like her trying to infiltrate their crowd. They won’t expect someone like her, period. She’s your best bet to find out more about her sister. You have to use what you have, let her work with you. You have to use her as…”
He hesitated and my blood boiled.
“Use her as what, Bryant?” I barked down the line, and I could hear him swallowing thickly.
“Use her as bait,” he finally said. “Make sure you’re somewhere nearby so you can help her if things go south.”
“You’re a sick man,” I growled at him. “She has no place in a seedy bar like that.”
“You know something,” Bryant said softly, “if you hadn’t rescued her, it’s just the kind of place she might’ve ended up in.”
That shut me up, and I fumed as I listened to him type something on the other end of the line. Finally, he spelled out an address for me and I wrote it down in a hurry.
“They will be there tonight,” he went on. “The auction is set to take place at eleven p.m.”
“What are they auctioning?” I asked. “Maybe I can donate something. Is it art? Shit like that?”
A long pause greeted me from the other end and I waited as Bryant took a deep breath and finally spoke up again.
“Beau,” he said, using my name for the first time. “They’re auctioning off women.”
I’d told her everything. I didn’t hold back a single detail. Honestly, I was convinced Lucy was going to turn me down. Sure that she would be too scared to go through with the plan Bryant had devised, and would say we needed to change gears and find a different way to find her sister. But she took me by surprise as she simply nodded at everything I’d told her.
“Okay,” Lucy said simply, and I stared at her, feeling fucking dumbfounded.
“Okay?” I repeated after her, feeling angry for no apparent reason. “What do you mean, okay? You’re fine with this?”
“What the fuck else am I supposed to do, Beau?” she hissed at me. “I want my sister back. I’m not going to stand aside and let those men use her like a damn whore! If they’re treating her like those girls we saw last night, I want to help her, and I want to do it now. We can’t let her stay in a dangerous place like that.”
“Fine,” I gritted out through my teeth. “We’ll do it your way.”
She came to stand in front of me, her finger digging into my chest as she spoke up.
“It’s not my way,” she said. “It’s the only way. And yes. We will.”
“I’ve picked out your outfit,” I told her, and suddenly, my anger was forgotten. I smiled wickedly at her and she giggled in response. “It’s on your bed. Get ready and meet me here in thirty minutes. I want you pretty, babydoll. I want you fucking irresistible.”
She merely winked at me and disappeared down the hallway into her room.
I spent the next thirty minutes pacing the room, impatient and nervous for what was about to go down. I was worried about my girl, making myself sick by thinking about her getting in trouble. I couldn’t stand the thought of her getting hurt. I’d taken care of her cut that morning, making sure it was cleaned up and bandaged so it couldn’t get infected. But I swore to myself, if anyone else laid a finger on my babydoll, they weren’t going to make it out of that bar alive.
She cleared her throat behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to check her out.
Lucy looked…
Like a piece of candy.
Like something you’d wave in front of the eyes of a predator to make him go absolutely insane and attack. Like a red rag to a bull. Like honey to a bee.
This time, I didn’t go all out with her outfit. I put her in a pretty pink top that clung to her curves tightly, with long sleeves and a deep-cut V-neck that exposed the curve of her breasts. On the bottom, she wore a patent leather skirt that was too tight and too fucking short. The outfit was completed by stockings and a pair of ridiculous fucking heels.
“I didn’t pick those,” I said roughly, motioning to her feet.
“I know,” she said, twirling around the room. The scent of her sweet, heady perfume followed her like an inviting trail. “I did. You didn’t really expect me to wear flats, did you?”
A thousand responses popped into my head but I didn’t say any of them out loud. But if we got in trouble, there was no way she’d be able to run in those heels. I didn’t tell her that, figuring she knew as much. Instead, I pursed my lips and motioned for her to follow me.
She smoothed down her straightened, glossy locks, and followed closely behind. She looked sinful, but the worst part was, she didn’t look like an older version of herself. She looked like… Lucy.
Sweet, young, sinful little Lucy who had a grasp on my heart so strong she could’ve squeezed and I’d be a fucking goner.
And she was going to be bait for a different man tonight. I hated the thought of it so fucking much. I wanted to chain her to a chair at my place and prevent her from leaving. But I had to keep reminding myself, this wasn’t about me or Lucy. It was about Charli and getting her the fuck back home. So I’d just have to stick it out and hope everything turned out for the best.
I walked her down to the garage and loaded her up in my car.
“Is your seatbelt on?” I asked, but it wasn’t like last time. My tone was gentler, and she raised her eyes to mine, buckled herself in and nodded sweetly. My darling little doll. I was getting so fucking addicted to her.
I drove through the city slowly, with mellow music playing.
“Are you going to come in with me?” she whispered, barely audible.
“Do you want me to?” I asked her, my hand going to her lap and gently resting on her thigh.
“Will it blow our cover?” she wanted to know.
“Probably,” I grunted, feeling the thin line of skin between her stockings and her leather skirt. Sinfully fucking hot. “I’ll do it though, if you want me to.”
She looked at me, those big blue eyes so fucking brave.
“No, it’s okay,” she said simply. “I can handle it myself. Just stay close by, alright?”
“Okay,” I promised, squeezing her thigh. “We’re here, babydoll. I hope you’re ready for the performance of a lifetime.”
18 Lucy
I entered the bar alone, my whole body on fire.
I could feel their eyes on me. The bar was full of men, not a single woman in sight. I stood out like a sore thumb, and I knew someone was going to approach me and ask what the fuck I thought I was doing.
I didn’t have to wait for long.
A tall, muscular man tore himself from the shadows and approached me slowly. He didn’t come up to me directly, instead choosing to circle me in smaller and smaller steps until he was right next to me. He was handsome, with dark hair and dark eyes that promised trouble. There wasn’t any sign of gold teeth on him, and he looked like he came from a different time than Sandro.
“Pretty little slut,” he said to me, his voice heavily accented with what I assumed was Georgian. It was perfect as he spoke, but the accent was definitely still there. “What are you doing here? This is a dangerous place for a young girl like you. You know what’s going to happen here tonight?”
“I do,” I nodded quietly, looking away as if I was too shy to look into his eyes. My heart was pounding, but I was doing my best not to reveal why. “I’m trying to find a man called Grigori.”
“Grigori?” The stranger raised his eyebrows and chuckled against his fist. “You won’t find him here tonight, sweetheart. Grigori got in trouble with the big boys upstairs. He doesn’t have time for parties like this one anymore.”
“Oh,” I responded lamely, and my whole
face fell. I didn’t even try to hide it. The one clue I had, and now it was useless.
“Don’t worry, pretty thing,” he said, and his fingers were on me in the next second.
He took my chin in his hand, gently but firmly. He turned me this way and that like I was some kind of prize animal. He was judging what he was looking at, and he grinned to himself as he watched my eyes flit around the room nervously. I didn’t want him touching me, or looking at me the way he was. But I wasn’t sure if they’d just let me leave, anyway. I needed to get another clue. At least a hint about my sister’s whereabouts.
“I need money,” I muttered, and his grip tightened on my chin.
“What?” he asked. “I can’t hear you, slut.”
“I need to borrow some money,” I said again, louder this time and with a blush coloring my cheeks. “Please. I was told Grigori could help me with that.”
I wondered if this was what my sister felt like when she had to find someone to borrow money from. If she was submitted to the same amount of objectification, if she was treated like a whore just because she needed money. My heart swelled with hurt for her and I wondered if she’d ever forgive me. Maybe she couldn’t accept the fact that I was such a selfish little brat. Maybe she would never understand why I’d always been jealous of her.
“I can get you some money,” the man replied with a wicked smile. “I could get you enough cash for anything your pretty little ass wanted. What you need money for anyway, little bitch?”
I was about to speak up when he slapped my face. Just lightly, but enough to knock the answer right out of me.
“I don’t actually give a shit,” he said. “I’ll give you money. But it’ll cost you, pretty whore. Are you willing to pay?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded.
“Yes,” I said simply. “I’ll pay. Whatever you want. Just give me the money.”
My eyes scoured the room, but there was no sign of Beau anywhere. After he dropped me off a block away from the bar so as not to arouse any suspicion, he promised he would keep an eye on me. But he was nowhere to be seen, and my anxiety was at an all-time high. I was nervous. Scared. But I still followed the tall Georgian as he led me towards the door, everyone’s eyes on me.
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