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Although Carmen loved beautiful and well made things, she would rather be gifted with things than pay for them herself. She took pictures of what she wanted and sent them to Vinny in a not so subtle hint, even though she could whip out a credit card and pay for it herself.
“You’re happy,” Lyla commented, examining her cousin who modeled lingerie in a mirror.
“Of course,” Carmen said without hesitation. “Vinny loves me, I get to do what I want and you’re back.”
“I’m back temporarily,” Lyla said.
Carmen snorted. “Girl, don’t think I didn’t see the way Gavin looked at you last night. Stop fooling yourself. The man is gone over you. You could ask him for anything and get it in a snap.”
“He’s in temporary lust with me,” Lyla corrected.
Carmen turned to face her and Lyla had to admit her body looked amazing.
“Lyla Dalton, you need to get your head out of your ass.”
Lyla blinked. “Excuse me?”
“Gavin Pyre can have anyone he wants. Capisce?”
“Yes,” Lyla agreed.
“Then why would he look for you for three years and then take time away from work to dance with you last night? He’s been taking you tohisclubs so everyone will know your face and give you whatever you want. I’m gonna tell you something, cousin, and I don’t care if you believe me or not. I haven’t seen Gavin with anyone since you left. I know that doesn’t mean a lot to you, but he could have replaced you and he didn’t. You are the only woman he claimed, the only one he lived with. That’s huge. I know you don’t trust him, but if you talk to him, like,really, talk to him, you might be surprised what he’s willing to do to get you to stay.”
Lyla didn’t tell her cousin that she already committed herself to a year. There was no sense in getting her hopes up. If she had done as much damage this morning as Manny implied, her one year commitment might be void.
“I’ll wait outside,” Lyla said, rising.
Carmen gave her an impatient huff, which she ignored. Lyla made her way out of the shop bustling with Playboy bunny type women, strippers and male oglers. The mall was teeming with people. Lyla narrowly avoided a collision with a reckless senior in a wheelchair and ambled over to the restrooms, texting Carmen as she went. Lyla used the facilities and was in the middle of wiping her hands with a paper towel when the door burst open. She looked up and had a fleeting glimpse of two Hispanic men before they were on her. Lyla tried to scream, but one of the men covered her mouth with a cloth soaked in something. Lyla couldn’t breathe. She fought against her attacker, but her head was spinning and then everything went black.
Chapter Nine
Lyla’s head throbbed and her body ached as if she had the flu. Lyla opened her eyes, tried to sit up and found out that her hands and feet were bound and she had a strip of duck tape over her mouth. There was a sheer red cloth over her eyes and she lay on a dirty, lumpy mattress in aconcreteroom with one window. Unadulterated panic filled her as she remembered the attack in the mall bathroom. Who were these men and why had they taken her? Lyla held her bound hands up and saw a plastic tie cutting into her skin. There would be no getting out of this. Lyla looked around the barren room and focused on a small window high up on the wall. Even if she managed to get to her feet, she wasn’t tall enough to see outside.
Lyla heard the echo of voices a moment before the door slammed open. The Hispanic men who attacked her in the bathroom stood there. One of them swaggered in with a cocky grin while the other hung back, expressionless. They were dressed in basketball jerseys and low riding shorts that showed off their underwear. They couldn’t be older than twenty-five. Punks. Wannabe gangsters. The fact that they didn’t bother to conceal their faces made her stomach curdle with anxiety.
“Had a nice nap?” the one who entered the room asked. “I was hoping you were still asleep so I could wake you up the way I want.”
He gave her a lecherous look that made her shuffle backwards until she hit the wall. Her useless hands twitched in front of her as she waited for him to make a move.
“You don’t look like Pyre’s type,” he said.
Even though she suspected that Gavin had something to do with this, the confirmation made her body go icy with fear. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.
The cocky bastard sat on the edge of the bed. Without hesitation, he reached out and squeezed her breast through the thin material of her dress. Lyla screamed through the tape and tried to knock his hand away with her bound hands, but he jerked her hands above her head. Before she could move away, he lay beside her and dragged her on top of him. His hands went under her dress, clutched her bare ass and mashed their crotches together. He moaned and bucked, bouncing her on top of him like a depraved animal, his hot breath fanning her face.
Lyla struggled, but she couldn’t do anything with her hands being held over her head and her legs bound together. This couldn’t be happening. He dry humped her while his partner watched from the doorway with a blank look on his face. Lyla screamed into the tape as the man beneath her thrust faster. She could feel the bulge in his pants, the thin material of his pants just stopping him from full penetration.
“Hurry the fuck up,” the other man said, leaning against the doorjamb.
“You like that, bitch?” the man beneath her panted.
Lyla screamed profanities as he went faster, pumping his hips so hard into her that she knew her thighs would bruise. Lyla looked away as the man came in his pants, grunting and then going completely lax beneath her. Shuddering and afraid of puking with tape over her mouth, Lyla rolled and landed on the dirty concrete. She used her bound hands to push herself into a sitting position and looked at the remote man standing by the doorway, watching her as if she were nothing. Beyond him she saw that they were in what looked like an abandoned warehouse. Where the fuck were they? Were they still in Vegas? It was easier to focus on that rather than the man panting on the bed behind her. She felt as if there were spiders crawling over her skin. She shuddered and fought the plastic tie around her wrists even though she knew it was pointless.
“Fuck, I needed that,” the man on the bed said and pulled a phone out of his pocket and dialed.
They all listened to the phone ring as he put it on speaker. Lyla closed her eyes and tried to control the urge to hurl.
“Who the fuck is this?”
