Page 12 of Vows of Contempt


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The man's eyes finally lifted to mine.“Oh, I’m quite happy where I am.Thank you.”His greasy grin made me queasy.

Yuck.

“All right then,” I said and began closing the door.“Have a good night.And stop pounding my damn door down.”

I had almost successfully closed the door when something got in its way.I looked down to see a shiny black shoe.Who did this guy think he was?I immediately stepped on his shoe and tried to push it out of the way.Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The man started laughing.“We're just getting to know each other, baby.”

Double yuck.

His words creeped me right the heck out.

I swung the door open and glared at him.“What's your problem?Who are you looking for?Because it sure isn't me.I can tell you that.”

Before I knew it, his hand was on the door, and he was stepping into my house.I moved back to get out of his way.“Oh, I disagree.I think I've been looking for someone exactly like you.What's your name, beautiful?”

A weak voice behind me answered.“She's my daughter, Francesca.”I turned to see my dad leaning heavily against the wall.His voice quivered in an almost unnatural way.

“Darren, you've been holding out on me,”the smarmy, greasy man said.His eyes flew back to me, and he stared at my chest.

So gross.

“Had I known what you've been hiding from me, I would have come for a visit sooner,” he sneered and then turned to my dad.“I think we can come up with a deal after all.”He tilted his head in my direction.“Now that I've seen your hand.”

My dad's face grew slack, and he blinked.Then he shook his head.“No, no.Aldo, you don't understand.Francesca's not like that.She's—uh, you know.”My dad lowered his voice to a whisper.“Innocent.”

The greasy, smarmy man's eyebrows lifted, and he looked at me again.“You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me?”And then he accosted me with his stare.

“What's your problem?Haven't you ever seen a woman before?”I asked and pushed the door shut.I wasn't going to stick around here any longer.This guy was seriously weirding me out.

“Not like you.No.”He smirked at me, and I wanted to vomit.Gosh, this guy was disgusting.

I sighed before I rolled my eyes and headed for the stairs.There was no sense in standing around here any longer.I had a shift to get up for in a few hours.I'd wasted enough time on these idiots.I grabbed on to the banister and was about to take one step up when I was halted.

“Hey, hey, hey,” the gross man said.“Stick around, baby.The party's just getting started.”

His hand sliced down in front of me, and he took hold of my arm.I immediately backed away.His arm was touching my ill-covered breasts.And that was not okay.Not in the least.

But instead of getting away from him, he only pulled me back to his chest.Both of his arms wrapped around me.The more I struggled, the tighter he held me.“Let me go, you pig!”I spat out, trying to push his arms away.

“Not yet, baby.I'm not done talking to your father.Hold still while we make a deal.”His lips touched the crook of my neck and kissed me.My blood suddenly ran cold as I instantly froze.“Mm, you smell good.I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?I would love to be the first man to find out.”He licked my neck and chuckled a deep, vicious, evil laugh.

He lifted his head and said, “Give her to me.I'll auction her off.That should more than pay off your debt.”His greasy hand suddenly cupped my breast and squeezed.“With a little left over for you to spend as you want.”He pinched my nipple, and I screamed.I tried to step out of his grip, but nothing worked.

“No, I'll get the money to you.I told ya that already.”My dad’s wide eyes grew frightened.

Aldo chuckled behind me.“You're going to come up with all that cash in twenty-four hours?”

My stomach sank.

Mostly because I knew how much money my dad had.

Less than zero.

Everything I'd made last week went to rent and utilities.And groceries.

I wasn't sure how much exactly he needed, but I was pretty sure it was more than zero.