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“The name was a start, but we could use a copy of a key to her apartment,” Tristan says.
The man nervously licks his lips. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he says with an unsure chuckle. “Tenant safety and all.”
I grin. “We can tell you two thousand reasons why you should consider it.” I cock my head to the side. “So…how about that key?”
And it doesn’t take much more convincing before we finally get the key that’ll get us closer to the truth.
CLEO
Ican’t stop the tears that roll down my cheeks as I peel my dress off. As if the original time wasn’t enough, the violence and brutality of my second session with them will haunt me for days to come.
My mind still struggles to come to terms with what happened down there. I try to rationalize whatever fucked up reason they could’ve had to do what they did, but I keep coming up blank. Why do they want to know my name so badly anyway? The whole point of being at the club was so that we could all have anonymity and privacy, as well as the safety of the bouncers. But the way that Tristan and Talon transformed in Hell felt as if they were doing it because they have something to lose.
What do they think I plan to do?
I turn on the shower and wait until the water is as hot as it can get before I step in. I’m not delusional to think that losing my virginity wouldn’t be messy, but this was overkill. And that’s a freaking understatement.
If Talon hadn’t stopped Tristan, he probably would’ve tried to kill me. They’re so set on knowing my name, which means that theystilldon’t know who I am. Or maybe they have an ideaof who I am and want confirmation. I can’t be sure, but at least I don’t have to see them again.
So many purple bruises cover my ass and the backs of my thighs, all of them sore to the touch. The water from the shower hitting me is painful, even though the water pressure in this shitty apartment sucks. I clean myself as best as the pain will allow and finally wrap up the shower when the ache becomes too much. I slowly pat myself down and pull on a pair of loose pajama pants and a tank top before curling up on my bed, wincing.
Silent tears soak my pillow as I lie there, reliving the nightmare I’ve endured today. When I got up this morning, I didn’t imagine that things would end the way they did. I was prepared to be a little sore, as to be expected when having sex with two guys for the first time ever. But I didn’t expect to be bruised and abused.
And I definitely hadn’t expected it to be at the hands of Tristan and Talon, two men I’d put behind me a long time ago.
“It’s okay. I’m going to be okay now,” I murmur to myself and take a cleansing breath. Today may have sucked, but instead of two hundred thousand dollars, I’ll now have double that. Not only will I have enough to buy any car I want, I can even move to a safer, nicer place.
I roll over onto my side with a sniffle and think of all the other things I can do with the extra money I’ll have. My opportunities have changed drastically, at least. I can now go to school, get a good job, and finally have the life I’ve always dreamed of.
But at what cost? The bitter thought brings fresh tears to my eyes again. The cost of a better life almost killed me today. The cost of a better life was my dignity, my innocence, my morality.
It’s cost me everything, not just my virginity and two hours of time.
I don’t know when I fall asleep, but I’m jolted awake by a crash from my living room.
I sit up in bed and am quickly reminded of my injuries when pain overwhelms me. I rapidly blink my eyes to try to adjust to the growing dark. For a moment, I think that I might’ve just dreamed that I heard something until another noise comes from the living room.
My heart thunders in my chest as I feel under my pillow and grab the knife that I keep there just in case, and carefully get out of my bed. I wince in pain when the soreness reignites and scurry across my small bedroom to my closet. I curse under my breath when the closet door squeaks a little, but I quickly enter the closet and close the door, praying whoever is inside will just take whatever they came to get and leave without finding me.
I hold my breath when heavy footsteps appear in my room. My hand clutches the handle of the knife even tighter as I prepare myself to fight if I have to. I swear, life has seriously been fucking me over today. Who did I kill in another life to deserve this current shit show that I’m living in?
The closet door is snatched open, and I scream, blindly swinging the knife. A familiar, deep male voice mutters a curse as he fights against me. I shriek in pain when he disarms me and manages to accidentally cut my arm. I clutch my arm and glare at him, finally noticing Tristan standing a few feet away.
“Oh, shit, I didn’t mean to do that,” Talon quickly apologizes. I push him away from me and clutch my arm.
“What the fuck are you two doing in my apartment?!” I scream. “Get the fuck out.”
“Not until you give us answers,” Tristan demands.
“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” I fire back.
Tristan takes a menacing step forward and sneers at me. “The fuck you don’t!”
“Is that a deep cut?” Talon asks, ignoring Tristan’s ranting. “Maybe we should get you to a hospital?—”
“She’s not going any-fucking-where until she tells us what we want to know,” Tristan interrupts as he takes another step toward me.
“I don’t know how you two got in here, but you need to leave immediately before I call the police,” I threaten. My voice trembles a little bit, and I know it only makes me look weak in front of them.
