Through the minutes.
Soon, we’d be sold. Shipped off to new owners like livestock. I still didn’t know exactly what Hector had planned for me, but I was certain about one thing; he was going to sell Becca, and that scared the absolute shit out of me. I didn't want to think anymore, so I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift off. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. My lids grew heavy, and the last thing I heard before nodding off was Becca's screams as Layla sent her over the edge.
Chapter 14
Trafficked
Kitlyn
I woke to the sunlight streaming through Hector's room. A cruel reminder that life goes on even if you exist in a living hell. A thin arm draped over my bare hip, and the soft rhythmic sound of breathing tickled my ears. I glanced over at the bed. Hector and Becca were gone.
A feminine whisper brushed against my ear, so quiet I could barely hear it.
"Good morning, Kitlyn. Don't be afraid. Hector is in the shower, and Becca was taken to the training room."
My entire body went rigid at the sound of my name.
How the hell does she know who I am?
I twisted my head and lookedat Layla.
She was still naked, curled beside me in the oversized cage. I hadn't realized how spacious it was until now.
Somehow, we both fit.
My voice came out in a breathy whisper.
"How do you know my name?"
Hector never addressed me by anything other than princess or green eyes, so I assumed he had no clue who I was.
"I heard Hector talking to his brothers about you."
She shifted slightly, glancing toward the bathroom.
Her voice was barely audible.
"We have to keep it down so he can't hear us on the cameras. His brothers are the ones who kidnapped you. Hector has a half-sister through his father and a nephew who lives in America. He travels out there once in a while to visit them, but Juan and Julio frequently hit the clubs in the States, scouting for fresh meat. They stay with their sibling while they're there. I don't think she or his nephew knows what the brothers do for a living, but I know Hector dotes on the boy. The only thing I'm aware of is that the kid is older and idolizes his uncle. Supposedly, Hector had his sister's husband killed because he used to cheat and smacked her around a few times. He pays all of his sister's bills, and the guys use her place to crash. That's all I know."
Imagine that? He had her husband killed because he belted his sister around. What a fucking hypocrite.
She paused for a minute, listening.
The water was still running.
Layla leaned in closer, her breath brushing against my ear.
"I overheard Hector talking to his brother on his cell last month. Juan told him he had stolen your wallet from your handbag that night you and Becca were drunk at the club. He emptied the bullets from your gun, too. You were the target, not Becca, but the guys were getting shit-faced and the crowd made it too risky for them to grab you."
So it was those two motherfuckers who kidnapped us!
I never even checked my bag, so I knew nothing about the missing wallet or the empty chamber in my gun.
I had to strain to hear as she continued.
"They don't like to take multiple girls at a time unless they have a couple of the guards with them."
Layla kept her voice low and steady, even as her eyes repeatedly darted toward the bathroom. "They lost sight of you that night. They told Hector that you vanished into thin air. That's when they decided to swipe your info instead."
