Evan clenches his jaw and stomps past them out of the office, and they follow after him.
The cameras change once more to another hallway, and they come up to a door. Evan grabs a set of keys from his pocket and goes to open it when Bill asks, “What’s this red light?” He points to it on the wall.
“Live feed,” Evan answers through gritted teeth.
“Turn it off,” Isabella orders him.
Evan pulls his cell from his pocket and does as he’s told. Opening the door, it creaks as light filters into a small concrete room from the hallway.
“Eve.” Bill rushes to the girl lying on the floor.
I cover my mouth with my hand when I get a look at her. She’s on her side, arms tied behind her back with rope that wraps around her waist and upper chest. Her thighs and ankles are also tied.
The room can’t be any bigger than four feet by four feet; she couldn’t even stretch out to lie flat if she wanted to, and there isn’t a single light in the room.
“Everett?” Bill shakes her, but she shows no sign of consciousness. “What’s wrong with her?” he demands, but neither answers him. He feels her neck for a pulse and curses. Then he yanks his suit jacket off and lays it over her. “She’s freezing.” Then he starts to untie her ankles.
Evan steps forward, but Isabella reaches out, placing a hand on his chest, and shakes her head at him. He tenses, stepping back.
“What did you give her?” Bill snaps. “It’s obvious she’s been drugged. And when was the last time you gave her something to eat?”
“It takes forty-five days to die of starvation. She’s only been here two weeks,” Evan quips.
Bill looks up at him with narrowed eyes. “You allow this?” He glances at Isabella. “He’s killing her.”
Isabella checks her watch and sighs. “Take her to the infirmary.”
“What?” Evan growls. “But she’s?—”
“I’ll give you one million for her, but she leaves with me. Now,” Bill interrupts him.
“Absolutely not,” Evan snaps.
“You don’t get to decide,” Bill tells him and looks at Isabella. “You’re going to sell her anyway. I’ll buy her now. Two million.”
She arches a brow in thought.
“She’s not being sold.” Evan crosses his arms over his chest.
“What?” Bill snaps looking back and forth between them. “What is he talking about?”
“We’ve found better use for her,” Evan answers.
Bill’s face whitens when he asks, “What the fuck is it?”
“She’s going to be a recruiter.” He gives an evil smile.
“No.” Bill shakes his head. “She’ll never do it.”
Evan throws his head back. “Eve will do whatever I tell her to do. I’m the one she answers to. I’m the one who gives her orders.”
Bill runs a hand down his face, stressing. “Three million.”
Isabella opens her mouth, but Evan beats her to it. “No amount of money will allow you to leave with her. She is going to bring in ten times that. Every woman she helps us take will be trained and sold. She is worth way more here than a quick buck.” He looks his father up and down with disgust.
“Isabella,” Bill growls.
“Take her, Evan,” she orders. “Get her some fluids and food. You can continue her punishment in a couple of days. She’s worth nothing to us dead.”
