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Once the fog wore off I’d make a plan.
My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked to stay awake.
The shadows dancing around the room lulled me back under.
TWENTY-SEVEN
A very scared, brown-eyed woman in a pink nightie stood trembling next to Martin. Cat was now sitting alone in the chair, her face perfectly blank. Her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white. She, too, was having a hard time not putting a stop to this.
The woman now front and center was the third such woman who Gavin had brought in from the movie room. The first woman who had been sold was a blonde. Phillip Buchannan, the first-time buyer, had taken her straight to one of the bedrooms. The second woman had been escorted to another room while the buyer remained in his seat.
Eden’s gaze went around the room, stopping on me to smile.
This must be the ‘pretty little thing’ she’d mentioned.
Martin gave his sick-fuck speech about the woman and started the bidding.
“Brick,” I called out, my hundred-thousand-dollar bid.
Eden’s smile widened.
I waited for a few other bids to come in, noting Phillip was watching closely.
A sick-fuck in training.
I heard a glass shatter. Dale looked to the stairs. Neither Eden nor Martin looked concerned.
“Half a rock,” I called out.
The half a million-dollar bid caught Dale’s attention.
Everyone else in the room shook their heads and relaxed.
“Mr. Barker.”
I stood to claim my prize. Made short work of hooking the now out of her mind with fear woman around the waist and looked at Martin.
“Any available room,” he answered my unasked question.
The poor girl’s body was shaking uncontrollably by the time we entered the bedroom.
There were many parts of this job that sucked. Having to breathe the same air as the dredges of society was one. Having to watch women be paraded like cattle another. Being close to a woman who was violently quaking thinking I had just purchased her and was going to violate her…was a different kind of hell and there was nothing I could do at the moment to ease her mind. I couldn’t take the chance she’d blow my cover.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Whatever you want,” she whispered her trained response.
“No, sweetheart, your real name?” I tried again.
The woman just stared at me with pretty brown eyes that indeed reminded me of Atlee’s. Though they held none of Atlee’s fiery spark.
“I want you to go sit on the bed and no matter what you hear I want you to stay in this bedroom.”
“Whatever you want,” she meekly replied, already resigning herself to her supposed fate.
I waited until the woman sat on the bed before I slipped out of the room and quietly shut the door behind me. I reached down to pull my Sig P365 from my ankle holster. Not my sidearm of choice but the easiest to conceal.
I inched closer to the end of the hallway. My molars clenched when I heard a woman crying behind the closed door I stopped in front of.
