The mousy brunette cries louder. Although she’s pretty—if you’re into that innocent girl-next-door look—it’s obvious Salerno brought her along to ensure the blonde does his bidding because she couldn’t be less his type. It’s a classic carrot-and-stick approach.
Moving the whore to the side when she repositions herself on my lap—unhelpfully blocking my view—I watch as the willowy blonde pushes her hair out of her eyes. The man thrusts the girls forward into the room, and there’s no hiding that face now. The vein in my neck throbs as blood rushes to my head. I stare at her, blinking a couple times to make sure I’m seeing what I’m seeing.
No. Fucking. Way.
“Ah, there you are, Ms. Lawson,” Salerno says, pulling his fingers out of the redhead and dumping her on the floor. Stepping over her, he walks toward the trembling blonde.
A lump wedges in my throat as I drink her in. The minute I got a proper look at her face, I knew it was her. Salerno’s words have just confirmed it. I bet it kills Saskia that her little sister grew up to be more beautiful than she is. Sierra bears a strong resemblance to her older sister. They both share their mother’s blonde hair and green eyes, whereas Serena favors Joseph Lawson with her brown hair and hazel eyes.
Sierra might look a lot like my ex, but she is in a league of her own. Her features are more refined. Her hair is a dazzling shade of blonde, brighter than her sister’s hair, and her figure is more alluring. Everything about her is authentic and natural in direct contrast to her sister.
Sierra is exquisite.
Like a goddess with her flowing blonde hair, her stunningly beautiful perfectly symmetrical face, legs that seem to go on for miles, and her slim body with curves in all the right places.
My little Firefly is all grown up, and it shows.
I never thought I would ever see her again.
Certainly not in a place like this.
Mr. Lawson was always extremely protective of his daughters, and I can’t believe he has let his youngest wander freely around Las Vegas. I can only assume Salerno took care of her bodyguard. He’s a man who lets nothing stand in the way of getting what he wants, and from the way he’s devouring her on sight, I know he wants her badly.
Well, fuck him.
He can’t have her.
My inner beast snarls as adrenaline surges through my veins.
I’m not sure how I can extract Sierra from the ruination Saverio has planned, but I won’t stand by and watch him destroy her. I’m going to get her out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do.
5
SIERRA
Fear has a vise grip on my heart, tightening and tightening until it feels like I can’t breathe. Beside me, Pen is crying hysterically, and I have never seen her so scared. I focus on my friend, and the need to protect her, because it’s the only way I won’t fall apart. One of us needs to stay composed, or neither of us will survive this.
I knew I shouldn’t have let the others talk me into going to the VIP room—I should have trusted my gut and ran. The second we reached the Givenchy booth, I knew we wouldn’t be able to get them to leave.
Ironically, Pen and I only left the main room to go to the bathroom so we could discuss tactics for getting out of here. Scarface Salerno must’ve had men watching us, because his goon was waiting outside the bathroom when we emerged. I told him to get lost when he said he was there to escort us to Mr. Salerno’s private club in the basement, but he wasn’t shy about showing us his gun or threatening to hurt our other friends if we didn’t go quietly with him.
I didn’t feel like we had much choice.
“Let me go, you bastard,” I hiss, as he drags me toward Saverio. The man’s fingers are digging into my arm, and I know it will leave bruises. “You’re hurting me.”
A loud snort rips through the room. My eyes pop wide as a beast of a man turns his head, glancing over his shoulder at me, from the couch. Terror resurfaces when I spot the obvious lust on his face. “You’d better get used to the pain,principessa, because there’s more of that coming your way.” He undresses me with his eyes, licking his lips as his gaze fixes on my modest chest.
My eyes lower to the girl on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick, and my stomach lurches as nausea swirls in my gut. My gaze darts briefly around the room, and panic claws its way up my throat as I take in the scene.
There are several scary-looking older dudes in the room, all of them in various stages of intimacy with mostly naked women. The girls look much younger, but none of them look like they are being coerced. A couple of naked women gyrate against poles on a stage at the other end of the room while a group of ominous-looking guys stands off to the area at the back of the occupied couches. They are all dressed in black clothing and wearing gun belts.
What the hell is this place? And who are these people?
My heart thumps frantically against my rib cage as my panicked eyes scan the room for exit points, but the only way in and out of the place is through the main door behind us.
“Don’t mind my friend,” Saverio says, approaching us with the freakiest-looking smile.
There are some people whose smiles light up their entire faces. People whose smiles transform their features, elevating them from ordinary to extraordinary.
