A hand touches the back of my neck, pulling my hair to the side as I begin to pour the wine into a Dixie cup.
I’ve got to make this quick. I know Kashton is right outside. Can’t get away from him, and I don’t doubt that he’ll come in here to fuck it up.
“Drink?” I turn to face Leroy.
He goes to lean in to kiss me, but I dodge it and step around him to see Leo ripping the pillows and sheets off the bed.
This place is cheap as shit, and they don’t question when you pay by the hour. These men are both millionaires, but they want to pay the bare minimum to fuck a whore in the middle of nowhere so their wives won’t see the charges on the credit cards. God forbid they wine and dine me before they violate me.
“What’s the rush? You paid for the night.” I bring the cup of wine to my lips, but I pause when he gives me a chilling smile.
“Yeah, but we only have an hour with you.”
The Dixie cup is knocked out of my hand as an arm wraps around me from behind, tightening around my neck.
“An hour isn’t nearly enough for us both to fuck all your holes.”
I’m picked up off my feet and I kick them out, gripping Leroy’s arm and digging my nails into it. He growls in my ear, and his hand relaxes, so I dig my teeth into his skin. He tastes like sweat and the peanuts he was eating at the bar.
As I yank his arm away, he drops me. I spin around to face him just as he backhands me hard enough that I stumble back and fall onto the bed.
Leo jumps on top of me, and I punch him, my knuckles ramming into his windpipe as hard as I can. He sits up, kneeling over me, and grabs his neck, choking.
I crawl out from underneath him, pushing my back into the headboard before ramming my heel into his face. It cuts the side of his cheek and knocks him off the bed.
I jump up and drop to the floor. Reaching under the bed, I grab my bag, but I’m yanked back by my ankle. “Fucking bitch,” Leroy growls while Leo lies unconscious on the floor next to me. “We were told you’d be a handful.”
“Let go,” I grind out, slamming my other heel into his thigh, forcing him to release me. But he recovers quicker than his brother.
He goes to kick me in the side, but I roll away just in time and kick in the back of his knees, knocking his legs out from under him.
He hits the floor with a thud and a groan. I take the opportunity and grab the knife from my bag and stab him in the chest just as the door is shoved open.
KASHTON
I step into the room and slam the door shut. Eve jumps up from the floor on the other side of the bed with a knife in her hand, blood dripping from it. “Kashton? What the fuck are you doing here?” she hisses. Her breathing is heavy, her hair is a disheveled mess, and her shirt is ripped.
“What the fuck are you doing, Eve?” I demand.
Walking over to the opposite side of the bed, I see a naked man passed out and another one bleeding from a stab wound to the chest.
“Leave,” she snaps.
“Are you a prostitute?” I growl and she rolls her eyes. The only reason I ask is because I took the phone from the last dead guy I found in here, and he had message threads with multiple women. Each consisted of how much they cost, what they would and wouldn’t do, and times and places to meet. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Knowing it and seeing it are two very different things. I run a hand through my hair. “I’ll call the guys and clean this up.”
She gives a rough laugh, “I don’t need your brothers, Kash. Just leave.” Standing next to the unconscious man, she looks down at him with a frown. Digging through her bag, she removes a gun before screwing on a suppressor and dropping to a squat in her heels. She grabs a pillow that’s already on the floor, places it over his head and shoots two rounds through it into his head. “You deserved worse,” she tells him and stands.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life. She’s such an angry angel.
I reach out and grab her hand as she goes to step by me. “Eve,” I snap and whip her to face me. “What the fuck are you doing? Tell me right now what this is.”
Maybe she did kill that woman in the cemetery. Maybe she’s deeper into Dollhouse than I thought. Charlotte said she saw her years ago with LeAnne at the cathedral. All the connected dots are too hard to ignore.
“Do you work for David?”
Maybe he’s her pimp. That would be the better scenario of the two. I’ve asked him before about her, but maybe she’s started working for him since then. It was a long time ago. After I killed that man on theIsabellafor her.
Her green eyes look away from me as she clenches her jaw. My fingers tighten around her wrist, and she swings the gun toward me. I lift my free arm up, hitting her forearm and knocking it out of her hand as she gets another round off.
