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“I’m Ash.”
“I don’t really care about your name,” he said, waving a hand. “I want to know how you scored one of the bosses.”
“Wayne, leave the kid alone.” A taller guy hopped over the couch and shoved Wayne.
“I’m not a kid. Don’t call me that,” I muttered. Giancarlo saying it was one thing. A complete stranger was another.
“We aren’t supposed to use our real names,” Wayne hissed.
The other guy laughed. “Who cares? He isn’t some big wig. He’s just a plaything.”
“Says the guy spreading his legs for every two dollars that shows up.” I slapped a hand over my mouth and groaned.I didn’t just say that. My inner thoughts had won.
Fuck Giancarlo! This is all your fault.
“I’m so—”
“He ain’t wrong. Fuck off, you two. Customers are down below. Go do your job,” one of the women from earlier said. She had a hand on her hip and glared at the other two guys before they left.
“Soon, he’s going to get tired of innocent ass and come running back to what feels good,” one of them mumbled entirely too loudly.
A laugh threatened to break free, but I swallowed it down. If only they knew the truth. Giancarlo didn’t touch my ass, at least not in the way they were thinking.
“Don’t take what they say to heart, sugar.” The woman’s southern accent was heavy as she tucked a brown curl behind her ear. “Jess,” she shoved out a hand. “Or you can call me Sweetie here. They’re just jealous.” She jerked her head at the others that had scrambled away.
“Why?”
“Giancarlo is here at least once or twice a week. We haven’t seen him in ages, though. Not unusual for most, but the boss can plow through a few of us before getting his fill. It kind of leaves an impression.”
Anger was something I understood and knew. I’d grown used to shoving it down and making it disappear, but with Giancarlo, things were different. My emotions were free to be, and it was taking everything in me not to storm into that office and shout at him.
What will I say? Why in the hell am I even angry?I was no better than the people in the brothel. The only exception was I’d bargained to be Giancarlo’s whore and no one else’s.
“Hey, you okay?” Jess asked.
I nodded, swallowing back the hurt and anger. “Never better.” I placed a smile on my face, and she stared at me the same way Giancarlo did. As if she, too, could see through my façade.
“Okay, hun, if you say so.” She glanced over her shoulder as a few people called for her. She turned and bit her lip. “Want to come down with us?”
“I should stay here.” I glanced at the door, but it hadn’t moved.
“They’re going to be in there for a while. Gran Myah is thorough with her job.”
Was Giancarlo having sex with her? I shot up. Jess placed both hands on my shoulders before she moved in front of me, blocking the door.
“Calm down, hun. Nothing like that is happening. Gran Myah retired a long time ago, and she looks after us now. The boss comes in here for information sometimes. No need to go storming in there.” She chuckled.
I couldn’t help but feel like an idiot. “Oh.”
She shook her head and headed toward the door. “It’s going to be boring up here, but you’re free to just relax.”
Giancarlo had told me to stay there. However, he was always telling me to do and say what I wanted as well.
“Wait for me, Jess.” I hopped up, jogging after her.
Some of the other girls giggled.
“Call me Sweetie when we hit the floor.”
