White Trash Beautiful

by Nichole Severn

  The End

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  Evernight Publishing

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Red-rimmed eyes shot up to meet hers. For a small moment, they seemed confused or lost, reminding her of the man who’d lost his wife to suicide. In the next second, Cal’s eyes hardened. “Where were you?” he asked through gritted teeth. The cracks in his lips pulled apart with the effort and Trey licked her lips automatically.

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Section by section, Luke searched the leftover scraps of metal for any sign of clothing, the piles of paper for food, or anything else that would tell him where Cal forced his daughter to live. After an hour, he still had nothing to go off of.

  Maybe he’d been wrong to assume Trey had been living here. The thought settled a small part of his anxiety, but not all. The sun had already gone down. Soon, Trey would come back and he couldn’t be caught here. He’d lose the trust she’d granted him earlier today. He glanced one last time over the property before turning to leave and that’s when he saw it.

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  They were alone. Again. She tried to look anywhere but at the eyes that had promised so much. Shame, disgust, self-loathing. They’d all played their part after she’d left him two years ago, but right now, they consumed her. Over and over, she’d imagined his exact expression when he’d found her note on the pillow that morning, each more crushing than the last, and couldn’t stand to see it in person.

  Chapter Eight

  “You haven’t guessed that part already?”

  Trey knew where this would end and part of her wanted it. The other part, however, knew exactly how many men had paid her to have sex with them and what her father would do if he found out about this moment. She didn’t want Luke tangled up in them. He was the man who would always bring her back from the edge and she didn’t deserve anything he offered. Whores didn’t deserve second chances.

  Every time she’d been forced to sleep with a man, she’d envisioned Luke. His powerful arms, the softness of his lips, the content in his eyes, each held a special place in her heart. Her “happy place” included them together, a life where she didn’t sell her body, where she’d never run away or given up her life for her father. He smiled at her in the dream. “Tell me you love me.” The words escaped her mouth both physically and within the fantasy, just another part of the routine.

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  “Not that.” She remembered every moment before now and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about it. That part of her life had ended when she’d slammed the teapot into her father’s head before collapsing in a bloody heap. Reopening her eyes, Trey licked her cracked lips, feeling every split along them. “What...to you...?”

  The danger hadn’t passed. The Caminos would come looking for her when Cal didn’t make this week’s payment. She didn’t know who they would send or when, but it didn’t matter. Luke couldn’t be a part of her life as long as she was on the run. “I think I just need to rest,” she said. “Brush my teeth and all that.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  The movement didn’t seem to attract any attention apart from Luke’s frozen gaze and she did it again with the opposite arm. Her legs were next, followed by her head. The drug had almost completely worn off and the pain associated with it took her breath away. Broken ribs, bruises, these were things she’d gotten used to, but looking down at her stomach, Trey nearly threw up. Sliced into ribbons, some hanging by mere centimeters of skin, her skin resembled a Picasso. Dizzy from the sight, and possibly the blood loss, Trey rested her head back against the cold table.

  Chapter Fifteen