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Yes, the sad truth—selling women paid well.
But not tonight.
“Wilson,” Eden cooed when I got close to her spot near the stairs. “Would you mind?”
She held her hand out like a princess needing an escort.
Don’t go there. I pushed thoughts of my princess from my mind.
Silently we made it to the lower level. Thank fuck for backup plans. The auction was taking place in the open family room. I quickly took in the space. Martin was sitting in a high-backed captain’s chair like an overlord. Catarina was perched on his lap in a blood-red dress. For the first time since I’d entered the house without backup I was happy Jack was not at my side. The look on Cat’s face could only be described as terror and the fuck of it was I couldn’t tell if it was real or if she was playing her role.
Dale was already sitting as well off to Martin’s right but not far. I spotted the undercover FBI agent Beth with a tray of champagne. She looked bored but her gaze was darting around the men as they all filed into the room. Beth’s partner, Josey, had gotten a lock on where Eden had been keeping her stable of women she’d supplied for the parties at The Boulevard villa. She and Asher along with Tyree and his team were in the process of raiding the house while Eden and Martin were occupied with the auction.
Louis Evans was out of play and absent.
Eden’s hand squeezed mine, drawing my attention to her.
“I think I found you exactly what you’re looking for.” Eden’s purr was downright vomit-inducing.
I lifted a brow in question. Eden leaned closer, her musky perfume hitting me full force.
“A pretty little thing. With big brown eyes just like that casino girl I saw you eyeing.”
My muscles bunched at the mention of Atlee.
She was safe in Montana.
“Untouched,” the bitch went on. “And for the right price, she can be all yours.”
My stomach roiled as I fought back a sneer.
I let go of Eden’s hand, brought mine up to her face, and skimmed my fingers along her jaw. I’d never entertained the thought of hitting a woman; even during a takedown I was careful not to cause harm. But Eden Dunhill made it damn difficult to resist the urge to smack that nasty smile off her foul face.
I let my hand fall away and wordlessly found my seat off to the side with a perfect view of the stairs and the windows.
Just like that casino girl I saw you eyeing.
Atlee is safe, I reminded myself.
* * *
I had no idea where I was or what day it was. I’d woken up alone in a bedroom I had no clue how I’d ended up in. I looked at the watch Wilson had given me for exactly this reason. The watch I hadn’t charged the night before I left for the airport because I’d left it in Wilson’s suite.
It was dead.
Dead.
No tracker.
No panic button.
No phone to call for help.
I eyed the tray of food a man had placed on a table before he’d wordlessly left. Food I wouldn’t eat because I thought it was drugged like the water I’d drank when I’d first come awake in this bedroom. After a few sips I’d started feeling woozy again. When I woke up a second time it was dark outside and I felt weak.
If I was going to get out of here I needed a clear head and legs that worked.
I went back to staring at the white ceiling.
