PROLOGUE
Ihave no idea how long I’ve been here. All I know is that I really got myself into some trouble this time. It was supposed to be a night at the bar with my best friend before we surprised my brother at his compound.
It turned into a living nightmare.
So far, I have lucked out. Adlet, the president of the Ragged Anarchy, was so set on getting my best friend, Maggie, that he told Monster he could only look at me. He wasn’t allowed to touch until Adlet got his prize too.
I’m so glad she got away. I hope she made it to Calloway and told him what happened. I hope he is out there making a plan for how to get me back. I can only hope this nightmare ends before it gets worse.
“That’s your champion. You see how bad he wants that pussy of yours? He is demolishing all of his competition,” Adlet whispers to me as we watch the massacre before us.
Monster has remained patient. He followed orders and kept his distance. He only ever touched when he was sure someone wouldn’t see, and even then, they were only light caresses. Never anything more. He took this as a challenge. I am a game to him. He promised the wait would only make it sweeter.
All I could hope for was rescue before the day would come.
I have no idea what happened today, but Adlet came back angry. He said Maggie was a whore spreading her legs for the scum of the earth. I have no idea what it meant, but I knew it didn’t bode well for me.
He decided I wouldn’t be handed over to Monster. He needed to earn me through bloodshed. Thus, the competition was born. The last standing challenger wins me. Well, use of my pussy at least. I will never let them truly have me.
I swallow hard as I watch Monster throw yet another punch. The man I don’t recognize dodges it, smashing his fist into Monster’s stomach.
I don’t want either of these men to win. I don’t want anyone here to touch me, but if it has to be someone, let it be anyone but the man obsessed with me. Monster has it in his head that I will be some warped version of an old lady for him. Not that he would treat me right or be faithful. What he truly means is that I would be a slave to him. I would be there to do his bidding and warm his bed.
I don’t see myself making a year.
As of right now, I have mostly kept my mouth in check. I have earned a slap or two from being too sassy, but I learned quickly that there were battles worth fighting. These weren’t it.
There’s only been one man in this entire ordeal who has shown me any kindness. He’s brought me food and water even when I was being a dick to him. He has never raised a hand to me. He has shown me that not all the men here are terrible. Still, I can’t trust him. He is part of this club, so what is his endgame?
I watch as another competitor falls. This marks six that Monster has fought for me. He isn’t even human. Then again, I watched him take a hit of cocaine before the last fight. If he was feeling pain, he isn’t anymore.
All hope for a savior dies as I meet his eyes. He is coming for me. He wants to break me. I wish I could say he won’t, but a woman can only be so strong. I might not break the first night. Maybe not even the first week, but somewhere down the road, he will break me.
Will I be able to hold it together long enough for Calloway to save me? Is he even looking for me?
The kind man swears he is, but why hasn’t he found me? My own insecurities from my past rear their ugly head, though. What if he isn’t looking for me? What if he decided I finally went too far, and I’m on my own? He wouldn’t be the first person who claimed they loved me only to abandon me. Hell, that honor goes to my mother. I never even knew my father.
Those thoughts swirl in my head often. I want to believe Calloway will come. He loves me. I know he does, but there is always that question of what if he doesn’t?
Even Maggie might have decided I wasn’t worth the trouble. She didn’t want to stop at that bar to begin with. I put her in that situation. I mean, I did what I had to in order to get her out, but she could have said fuck it and gone back home. Maybe she never went to Calloway at all.
Taking a deep breath, I push the negative thoughts away.
She made it to Calloway. Adlet would have found her if she had gone back home. Calloway is looking for me. He has to be.
I will be rescued.
I look back down at the ring as they call out for another competitor. The silence is telling.
I can endure anything.
It’s the mantra I repeat in my head as I stare at my future horror.
“Last call. Are there any other challengers for the slut’s pussy? Speak now, or Monster will claim the well-earned prize,” Adlet calls out.
This is it. I can do this. I can make it for however long I need.
“I’ll take him on,” a voice calls out from the crowd.
