Page 5 of His Sold Fated Mate

“Aubrey, stop fighting this. No one will treat you better than I do. You were a nobody.”

I shook my head. “You need to leave.”

He started to laugh. “Yeah, that’s not happening.”

I felt something shift deep in my chest. I’d been running, and I felt like a cat that had been caught. There were no windows I could jump out of, not doors I could slip into. I had no escape.

“Mike, please.”

I couldn’t stop another beating. I couldn’t wake up to him on top of me or to looking at myself in the mirror and seeing all the marks. I ran because I couldn’t take it anymore.

The morning I left, I stared at myself. I had a busted lip and a black eye. I remembered just staring at myself for five minutes. I could hardly recognize myself anymore.

I hated who I’d become. I couldn’t leave the house. I couldn’t work. Mike drank all the time and threw things. His friends were asses that were constantly trying to place their hands on me.

I wet my lips, deciding maybe I could go another direction. “Fine. You want a good girl? I can be a good girl.”

Mike smirked. “As much as I would like that, not tonight.” There was a soft knock at the door, and I felt a shiver roll down my spine. Mike gave me a sympathetic look. “I made a deal, Aubrey, and you’re my ticket.”

He pulled himself up and reached for the door.

I didn’t understand. “What does that mean, Mike?”

He opened the door, and I spotted two guys outside. I took a step back. “Mike?”

“It will be easier if you don’t fight it.”

They stepped into the room, and I felt my stomach drop violently.

I fought, but I lost. A blind fold was tightly wrapped around my head, and my arms were tied together. I tried to break free, but it was no use. I had no muscle to fight back.

I had no idea where I was being taken or what was going on. My mind was everywhere, wondering how the hell I was going to get myself free.

When the blind fold finally came off, I was sitting in a room. There were no windows and only one door. Mike stood in front of the door, his arms crossed as he leaned on the frame.

There was a red fabric sitting next to his feet and some heels. I felt the need to vomit, but my stomach was empty.

“What’s going on, Mike?”

“They want their money, Aubrey. So, I didn’t exactly have a choice.”

I swallowed.

He gave me a sympathetic look. Or as close to one as Mike could give. “This is an auction, and your pretty little face is going to help get me out of debt.”

My eyes widened. “What? Are you insane?”

He smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you and bring you back. It’s only for a little while, Aubrey. I would never actually let anyone hurt you. You’re mine after all.”

He took a step closer, and I took one back.

“You should put this on and look a little happy.”

“Mike.”

“I’m sorry,” he added. “It’s just for right now.”

I felt tears building up, but I knew better than to let them drop. I couldn’t cry in front of him. I couldn’t waste the time when I needed to be planning.