uncomfortable.
“It’s sort of like a brothel.” I gasp, and she has the wherewithal to scrunch her nose up because that sounds pretty damn bad.
“A whore house?” I ask completely appalled. Why the hell would Vito bring me to a whore house? There’s no way I’m going to whore myself out.
“I mean if you want it to sound really bad, then I guess you could label it a whore house.” She uses finger quotes on whore house, and it makes me grin.
“Fuck,” I say in a rush. “I mean, I’m not judging you but, really?”
She shrugs her shoulders as if she’s used to my response. “Honestly, sucking dick is better than being homeless.”
I nod in agreement, but inside I’m wondering if that’s true. I live in a shitty apartment, but the roof doesn’t leak, and it’s warm inside when it’s cold out. I have no idea what it would be like when you’re homeless so I can’t really judge her for her choices.
“You’re here by choice then?” She nods. “What happens if you don’t want to… you know…?”
“Suck ‘em and fuck ‘em?” She grins. “Some women don’t last long here, and they take them away.”
“So they force you to have sex with them?” I push my unfinished plate of food away. Even as hungry as I know I am, I couldn’t stomach another bite after the information she’s just put at my feet.
“They don’t force us, Aviana. Besides,” she says as she stands from the table. “The guys treat us well, most of them are incredibly handsome, and a couple of them are even good in bed.”
She begins to walk back out of the room, and I hope I haven’t offended her by my reaction. I hope she knows that although she’s here by choice, I’m not. This isn’t something I’ve chosen for myself.
“Darby?” She turns back to me. “Who are they and why does this place even exist?”
She lowers her head slightly before she speaks. “They’re the SINdicate, and most of them work so much they don’t have time to date. We’re here so they can blow off steam quickly and then get back to work.”
She gives me a quick smile and waggles her fingers in a quick wave, and she leaves me in the room alone. Now the racing thoughts from earlier are much worse now that some facts have been added. I needed a plan to get out of here more, now than ever.
Chapter 9
BT
I watch as the broken man in front of me sobs for his daughter. I give him a few minutes to compose himself, but when it becomes clear that he won’t be able to without intervention, I clear my throat.
He pops his head up and looks in my direction as if he’s just remembered that I’m standing here.
“Who took her?” I ask and follow his hands as he begins to scratch at existing sores on his arm, his nails causing new ones as well.
He shakes his head as if he’s going to refuse to give the information. I raise my gun slightly higher. It’s a scare tactic that I hope works because I know I’d never be able to shoot the man. Even if he is a disgusting tweaker whom I’m certain is somehow the cause of Aviana’s disappearance, I won't shoot her dad. Unless he tries to attack me, then I’d shoot him. Adrenaline rushes quickly in my blood, and the faintest plea in the back of my head begs for a quick second for him to make a move.
I shake my head to clear the thoughts as best I can.
“I suggest you tell me.” I pause trying to keep my finger on the trigger guard rather than on the actual trigger.
“I got into some trouble. They took her as payment.” He sobs again, but he’s so dehydrated, he’s run out of tears.
“What the fuck are you talking about, old man? You sold your fucking daughter?” He’s even more vile than his outward appearance led me to believe.
“Might as well have sold her!” He yells suddenly getting angry. Get off the couch; I fucking dare you . “They want me to pay two hundred thousand dollars. I don’t have that kind of money. She’s theirs. There’s nothing I can do.”
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