Synopsis
He stole me.
He broke me.
I'm being auctioned for Fifty
thousand dollars.
Now, I don't belong to anyone but
strangely enough I wanted to belong to him.
It's his eyes ... I lost myself
in them
Excerpt
Garrett
She is so out of
place. Her hands are shaking and she looks like she’s about to faint. Huge
grey eyes keep
moving flittingly from the stage to her water. The other two seem to be
enjoying
the night, but
Kristine definitely isn’t.
I reach over and
take hold of her hand. I give it a light squeeze. “You survived. The
shows are over,” I
whisper.
“Barely,” she
mumbles back. Her eyes flit between my hand and my eyes. I’m making
her nervous.
She’ll be perfect.
I can see Warren keeps looking at her. She’s gotten his attention as
well, not as much
as Riza, whose face he’s bussing sucking. They sound like an Elephant,
slurping water. The
man can’t kiss to save his own pathetic excuse of a life. He lets her lips go
with a wet popping
sound. I can see the redhead is struggling to not reach up and wipe her mouth
off.
For a brief moment
Warren’s eyes meet mine, then Justin’s. “It’s time,” Warren stands
up.
Disappointment
flashes over Kelly’s features, where she’s been talking to my brother. I can’t
help feel sorry for these girls. Such stupid girls.
Warren’s still
smiling as he takes out a gun with a silencer attached. I hear Kristine’s
gasp and then the
wooshing sound it makes through the air, as he smacks Riza against the side of
her head. Her body falls to the ground from the force he used. Shock vibrates
through me. I’ll
never get used to
seeing a woman being beaten.
Justin grabs hold
of Kelly and covers her mouth before she can scream. I hold Kristine’s hand
tighter. She stares at Riza for another shocked moment, then she launches her
body forward
to get to her
unconscious friend. Blood trickles from a gash where the gun connected with
Riza’s
temple.
“R … Riza!”
Kristine manages a gasp filled with terror. “Why did you do that?”
Warren turns the
gun on Kristine, a look of irritation on his face. “No!” I jump up and yank
Kristine up next to me. “Don’t be stupid. You don’t have to kill anyone. Think
of the money. Your father will be pissed. He wants four girls.”
Warren moves his
hand so that the gun is pointing directly at my chest. I clear my face of
all emotion. I
shove Kristine at Warren. “Kill her then. It doesn’t matter to me. We’ll just
have to
keep looking,
because I sure as hell won’t be telling your father why we failed him.”
Kristine is
whimpering at Warren’s feet, a total mess of snot and tears. Warren scowls
down at her.
“She’ll be a turn on for someone who likes the sniveling kind. Silence her
before I
change my mind.”
I reach for
Kristine but she tries to scramble away, in the direction of the injured girl.
Before I can take hold of her, Warren’s pointed shoe connects with her ribs.
Her mouth opens in
a silent scream and
more tears fill her eyes. I grab hold of her, one arm around her waist and the
other over her
mouth.
Warren glances at
the waiter standing by the door to the balcony. “Bring this one,” he
points to Riza. The
waiter rushes to the girl and he throws her limp body over his shoulder. The
way he’s carrying
her makes the dress ride up, exposing her ass.
I lift Kristine off
the ground and follow the waiter. Her hands come up, gripping hold of
my arm. Sharp nails
dig into my skin. She tries to thrash but she should know it’s useless. She’s
no match for me.
Meet the Author
Michelle Horst is thirty seven
years old and is from the land of milk and honey.
She's been in love with reading
from an early age. She has a passion for other cultures, but she has an
ultimate soft spot for nature and animals.
She first tried her hand at
writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she
knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a
wonderful journey.
One filled with joy.
One filled with passion and heart
stopping moments.
But most of all, it's filled with
such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life,
living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers.
There is nothing as satisfying as that.
Thank you for each and every
story you share with me.
Sunshine Smiles from around the
world and back,
Michelle ;)
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