The End of Tomorrow by Tara Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

You have some of the girls in Romania right now. If they resist on price, mention how many virgins you have. Make it a good number, like seven or eight. They will not bring in the boss until we have a sealed deal. When that happens the team should meet us. They’re tracking our location. They are not in Belgium, obviously. I just don't trust anyone. But you.
    I didn't understand who had sent it at first, but then he sent another one from his iPad, cluing me in.
    Clearly it’s me, Evie. Try to bring something to the mission beyond being a hooker.
    I wanted to stab him in the eye with my hairpin. I texted back the one thing I knew would aggravate him beyond belief.
    Fuck you, Servario. You told me the team was in Belgium!
    The corners of his lips lifted and all I saw was a punishing smirk. I held my head up high, totally bravado but I didn't care. He wasn't going to rattle me and call me stupid. Texting wasn't my thing. I hated it. My fingers, wrists, and thumbs ached after a long conversation.
    When we got to the car I noticed it was a different one. This was a Mercedes, not a Rolls. The driver gave me a decent up-down before letting me in. I assumed he was checking me out, but then I realized he was looking for a weapon.
    I climbed in, trying not to get nervous. We were going in with no weapons. That was insanely planned.
    Servario climbed inside the car, reaching a hand down into my dress. He rolled a nipple, making it obvious I was a piece of meat for this trip. The driver climbed in, giving us a quick look. I imagined he assumed they would pass me around later, because that's how I liked my gang rape.
    I wanted to kill him. I could smell sex slave on him like it was cologne.
    As for Servario, I wanted to poke his eyes out. He could sense the hostility in me and pulled his hand from my dress.
    I sat there, scared and turned on. It was very conflicting to be so aroused while being afraid. Akin to the time he had chased me around in the dark and fucked me against the pool table.
    He gave me a look. It was an evil grin. It was the one he used when he was winning. I reached over, meeting his hateful look, and grabbed his dick. I stroked, perhaps a little too roughly, but I got my point across. He sat back as if this was his idea and I was his dick-stroking minion.
    I sighed, stopping and staring out the window. Dubai was a stunning and welcoming distraction. The city was lighting up as the sky was starting to darken. Everything about this city made me think Vegas, including the smarmy guy driving and the pervert next to me.
    The car stopped after a while, parking outside of what appeared to be a nightclub. I didn't even want to ask, but when we got inside my view changed. I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask about every aspect of the club.
    It was a strip bar of sorts but the girls were wearing clothes. They danced with energy and skills that I had to assume meant they were trained dancers. The men wore suits and I was the only woman not working there, not technically. For all I knew this would be the place Servario would actually betray me for real. Not fake it and expect me to improvise.
    No one seemed to understand that I had been a mom for a decade, not an agent. They all expected me to bounce back after ten seconds and remember what it was like to be a hooker/agent/mom/wife/killer and whatever else they could add to the pile.
    Servario slipped a hand into mine for a second. He gripped and then let go. It was so fast I almost doubted it had occurred at all. We were escorted to a spot in the back, something akin to a VIP section perhaps.
    I was offered a seat at a lone table by a man who resembled our driver. Servario sat next to me, pretending to be enjoying the show—or actually enjoying it. The girls wore bikinis and danced on poles. It was naughty for the Middle East, I supposed.
    The music was loud techno with a slight Eastern flair to it. It was actually nice to listen to. Several men walked toward us, sitting near