Total pages in book: 331
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 315585 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1578(@200wpm)___ 1262(@250wpm)___ 1052(@300wpm)
I turn to see someone new join our conversation. Bill emerges from the hallway, dragging a woman with him. He pushes her to her knees in the middle of the room, and I take a step back, not wanting to be anywhere near her. “Vivian knew so much about you because she was raised by LeAnne.” He yanks on the woman’s hair, pulling her head back, and she bares her teeth. “Tell them, Isabella. Tell them everything you know.”
She begins to laugh, and I see Charlotte move to stand in the far corner of the room. Haidyn follows to stand in front of his pregnant wife.
Isabella has her hands cuffed behind her back, but that doesn’t mean she won’t try to use her body to take one of us down. The woman is as evil as they come.
“Pathetic.” Bill shoves her to the concrete, face down, and kicks her onto her back. “LeAnne took you two in and raised you until you were two.”
I wrap my arms around myself, so confused. My first memories are of this hell. I was around five. Anything before that doesn’t exist.
Bill pushes his boot into her chest, and her shrill scream fills the room, making me flinch. She kicks and bucks, but he just presses more weight onto her naked body to hold her down. “Garrett didn’t want one girl, let alone two. He wanted boys. When he got girls, he was going to sell you both. But LeAnne convinced him that one of them would be good to use.” His eyes meet mine, and I swallow nervously. “She kept one, and he could have the other. A woman who’d come from a founder and a Spade brother…he could charge as much as he wanted.”
I wonder what he means by that, because that’s exactly what Ashtyn is, and I don’t see anyone trying to sell her. But she’s the last person I want to talk about, so I keep my mouth shut.
“Why not sell them both?” Haidyn asks.
“He did,” Bill answers. “But he didn’t sell Eve until she was older.”
I bow my head, not wanting all of my husband’s friends to know my past. I’m not sure how much he’s shared with them about me, and I honestly would rather not know.
“Garrett sold her to Isabella.”
I look up through my lashes at Charlotte, and she frowns, meeting my stare. “My mother bought you?” She steps forward, but Haidyn stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
“She was an investment,” Bill states, and my breathing picks up. “Evan knew of Eve and wanted her at Dollhouse. When Haidyn didn’t kill her, Garrett figured his best bet was to sell her.”
Kashton reaches out to take my hand, but I pull it away and cross my arms over my chest.
“I never knew,” Charlotte whispers, still looking at me, tears pooling in her blue eyes.
I want to tell her that it’s okay, that I know it wasn’t her fault, but it’s pointless. My words won’t change how she feels.
“What about the other woman? Where does she fit in?” Ryat asks.
“What other woman?” Bill counters.
“Let’s just ask her. We put her in a cell.” Sin walks off down the hallway, and we all wait silently for him to return.
He’s got a woman by the back of her neck. She’s naked, tripping over her own feet, and her hands are zip tied behind her back. Her head is down, and her dark hair covers her face.
She’s softly crying. He brings her into the room, kicks the back of her legs, forcing her to her knees, and yanks her head back by her hair. Her cries echo throughout the basement.
“Christ.” Adam rushes over to her. “Let go of her,” he orders Sin.
He raises his hands and takes a step back, looking at Kashton, who runs a hand down his face, knowing who she is. “Fuck,” my husband mutters.
“Someone give me a fucking knife,” Adam barks.
Sin hands his over since he’s still the closest. “Hey.” Adam takes her tear-streaked face in his hands. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”
I take off and ignore Kashton hollering at me. I rush up to the second floor, grab a bottle of water, and manage to find a blanket, then run back into the basement. “Here.” I hand them to Adam.
“You know her?” Saint asks, looking over her.
“Yes. I fucking know her. She works for me.” He grabs Missy’s hands and pulls her to stand. She covers herself with her arms. “Thanks,” he growls at me, yanking the blanket from my hands to wrap it around her shoulders before pulling it closed.
I step back with my hand pressed into my chest. I shouldn’t have run up the stairs. Now there’s a burning sensation and I can’t catch my breath.
Kashton steps into me, but I sidestep him, not wanting to be touched right now. He can yell at me later.