Chloe, the Maid of Honor who’d booked my services, met me in the foyer. She was holding a strong-smelling solo cup, her knuckles were bleeding, and her skin was glistening like she’d just finished a workout. She looked me over and asked, “You got that sexy fireman costume under those sweats, right?”
I gave her my best smile. “Yes ma’am.”
“Good. Dani needs to get fucked up and let loose. Think you can help us with that?”
The more fucked up they got, the easier it would be to pull off my real job. “That’s my specialty. Just show me where to set up my speakers and pour those drinks strong. I’ll handle the rest.”
Sasha
THE SECOND NIGHT I spent with Breaker was shaky at best. The moment I entered his room, he flung me against the wall, pressing himself against me. “What the fuck, bitch? You thought I wouldn’t find out?” he asked.
Still struggling to get a read on him, I asked, “Find out what?”
He glared at me. “Don’t play stupid with me. You know full well what the fuck I’m talking about.”
Breaker was in his big bad wolf stage. He wanted my fear, so I fed it to him, allowing myself the slightest tremble, the faintest widening of my eyes. I let him see me as weak and scared as I answered, “I don’t. I swear.”
“Think, Sasha, who the fuck did you tell?”
That question was easy to answer honestly. “Nobody. I haven’t talked to anyone about you or your club or anything.”
Keeping me pinned against the wall, he glared into my eyes for a moment longer before a grin stretched across his face. “Thought you were gonna piss yourself,” he said, releasing me.
As I slumped down the wall and struggled to catch my breath, he slid between my legs, forcing me to look at him again. “Don’t forget who I am. It’d be a shame to waste this pussy, but I will if I have to.” He handed me a water bottle full of blue liquid. “Now, drink this so we can have some fun.”
I wanted to object and tell him we didn’t need drugs to have a good time, but the look on his face told me not to mistake his demand for a request. I unscrewed the top and downed the bottle.
The next week passed in an ecstasy- and molly-induced blur. I was a puppy waiting in his room for him to pay attention to me. I was arm candy for him to show off. He talked about my pussy like it was a rare treat, using me to make the other bikers jealous. I was a fuck toy who let Breaker use me however he wanted because I had no other options.
I needed him to want me, but his attention was a terrifying thing.
He was a cruel bastard who liked to screw with my mind as often as he fucked with my body. I learned that he’d gotten his name because breaking people was his specialty, and he took a lot of pride in the sick, perverse games he played with me.
But I never broke.
I hated him, hated every moment I was forced to spend by his side. I especially hated the moments he made me crave him and the way he made me feel so damn helpless because I couldn’t get to the girls. I didn’t even know if they were still in his basement. They could have been moved, or sold, or even killed, while I was busy playing lap dog and there was nothing I could do about it. I was beginning to lose hope, wondering why I ever thought I could free anyone.
Then one morning, my phone pinged with an unexpected text.
Breaker: Wear something sexy tonight. I have a surprise for you.
I’d seen enough of Breaker’s ‘surprises’ that the threat of another filled my veins with ice. Still, I knew better than to tell him no.
Me: K. Where and when should I meet you?
Breaker: I’ll pick you up at 7:30.
He’d never picked me up before, and I’d been foolishly hoping he didn’t know where I lived, but he bashed those hopes in with his next text.
Breaker: You didn’t think I’d let you go without keeping tabs on you, did you?
If he knew where I lived, what else did he know? That I hadn’t been going to work? That I’d lied about the architectural firm? Thoroughly freaked out, I peeked through my living room window, scanning the complex for any hint of him or his goons. I saw nothing, so I dropped the curtain and replied.
Me: Of course not. See you at 7:30.
He was probably laughing his ass off, knowing he’d spooked me, but I couldn’t worry about that. I marched into my room and found a cute little red dress to wear and spent the day between trying not to stress about what would happen tonight and fretting over going back to work on Monday.
He knows where I live.
