SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 by Marie James Read Free Book Online

for all the women to utilize.
    Cautiously, I look around the room looking for a sign or rules to follow about how to utilize the kitchen or if things are off limits. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to piss anyone off or earn some sort of punishment for actions I should know are banned. I find nothing posted and that actually fills me with more trepidation than ease. I hate the unknown.
    My stomach growls, forcing me into action and not giving a shit if there will be consequences. I pull open the cabinets and find them stuffed with food. The pantry to the left of the refrigerator reveals the same thing. Granted, the majority of the food is organic and considered healthy, not exactly what you want to eat when you’re throwing yourself a pity party. I’m not bitching about food being available, but I was hoping more for Doritos or chocolate, not rice cakes and protein bars.
    Digging around a little more, I decide on a Nutella and jelly sandwich and a ranch flavored rice cake. I know I was bitching before, but it is damn near a gourmet meal when the flavor hits my tongue. I’m sitting at one of the tables adjacent to the kitchen area. Once again, I don’t know if eating in the rooms are allowed, but I don’t want to get into trouble. The tables are clearly here to be eaten on, so I figure they’re safe.
    I’m scarfing down my food, not only because I feel like I’m starving but also because I want to get out of here before anyone else comes in. My face falls when another girl walks in and grabs a disgustingly green Naked juice from the fridge. I cringe when she saunters across the room and takes a seat across from me. Of all the other spots to pick, she sits right near me.
    I’m torn in this situation. I want to find out information and do my best to figure out a way to get out of this place, but I also have no clue who I can trust. She looks nice enough, but that doesn’t mean a damn thing. She also doesn’t look like she’s being forced to be here, and that can’t be a good sign.
    She’s taller than I am and quite a bit curvier. Her large breasts are hugged generously by her thin tank top. She’s not wearing a bra and by the looks of things she either has the best set of natural boobs I’ve ever seen or she has implants.
    “I’m Darby,” she says softly after giving me enough time to take her in.
    “Aviana,” I tell her and immediately wonder if I should’ve given her a fake name. No sense in that I guess since Vito knows exactly who I am.
    “How long is your contract?” I give her a blank stare. What in the world is she talking about?
    “Contract?” I say with a confused shake of my head.
    “Yeah, the contract.”
    “I didn’t sign a contract.” She snaps her head up from where she was focusing on peeling the label of her juice bottle. Now she’s the one confused.
    “Really?”
    I’m surprised they have no clue that I’m being held here against my will. “That Vito guy,” I begin before she interrupts me.
    “Mmm,” she fake moans softly. “Vito’s my favorite. He’s a good tipper too.”
    Good tipper? What. The. Fuck?
    I feel like I’ve somehow woken up in the damn Twilight Zone.
    “Vito had me abducted because my dad owes him money. I don’t even know where I am,” I explain.
    I watch as her face falls slightly. “Yeah, we get girls like you every once in a while.” She takes a small sip of her drink, and I can tell she’s contemplating on whether or not to tell me more. “You’re in Las Vegas.”
    “Vegas?” My dad owes money to people in Vegas? No wonder the amount was so high. You wouldn’t find someone dumb enough to give that type of money to him in Tampa.
    “What kind of place is this?” I ask hoping she’ll keep talking. I still haven’t decided if she can be trusted, so the less I say and the more she shares is best.
    She gets a look in her eye like she’s trying to make it sound better than it actually is, which makes me suddenly even more