Her name is Miranda, and she’s older than I am. That alone dashes any hope I have of him fixating on her.
Oh, he’ll fuck all the women who hang around the club, but when it comes to the woman he wants hanging off his arm… He likes them young.
Only, I didn’t know that until I was already in too deep.
“Candy, get your tight ass over here,” Blade growls, not bothering to stop thrusting in and out of Miranda.
My real name is Candice, but everyone here gets a nickname, or I guess, a club name.
Every cell in my body aches to run, and Magnum must know it. He grabs my bicep, dragging me across the room.
“Hold on. I’ll be done with her in one minute,” Blade says, laughing.
I look anywhere but directly at the spectacle he’s putting on, wishing I was anywhere but here.
Blade pulls free of Miranda, and it’s clear he didn’t even bother with a condom. The smell of their combined cum turns my stomach, and I breathe through my mouth to keep from puking all over the floor.
He gives her a shove, chuckling that same dark, ominous sound that he always does. “You can get the fuck out of my face now.”
She huffs, adjusting her skirt as she stumbles off to join the party once more.
“On your knees,” Blade says, nodding to me.
My chin tilts in the air, but I don’t have the first clue how to get out of this mess. Even if I ran, he’d be on me in two seconds flat. If I refuse, he’ll smack the shit out of me, then force me where he wants me.
He pulls his gun from the holster under his arm, forcefully jabbing it against the side of my head.
Not so long ago, I would have pissed myself if something like this happened to me. It’s such a frequent occurrence that I think it lost its shock value.
“I’ve told you before, and I’ll say it again. You’re pretty. Not irreplaceable. Get on your knees.” The barrel of the gun presses into my temple, and I contemplate exactly how badly I want to live.
The room erupts in snickers and laughs, and my face burns.
I’d like to think he won’t actually go through with it, but with how unpredictable he’s been lately?
Well, I wouldn’t be shocked.
I’ve seen him be ruthless before.
I just never thought that would extend to me. Over the last few weeks, he’s proved me wrong.
My eyes are open, and I see him for who he really is.
“You think I’m fucking with you, Candy Girl?” He laughs, a cold, dead sound that echoes around the room. He slides the gun down my cheek, hooking it under my jaw. He tilts my face up until I have no choice but to stare into his eyes. “Lick my dick clean. It’s the only thing you’re good for.” His free hand lands on my shoulder, and he shoves me to my knees violently.
Two things keep me from giving up. The first is the tiny collection of cells in my uterus. It might not be much now, but itwill grow into a baby. A baby I’m going to love and protect in a way no one did for me.
The second is pure, unadulterated hatred.
I will survive this.
He doesn’t get to take my will to live.
I will bide my time, and when he’s least expecting it, I will make him suffer.
No amount of brushing my teeth will help me feel clean. It feels like clawing off my own skin wouldn’t even help.
It’s only when I’m getting dressed that I realize he left the safe in his closet open. There are fat stacks of cash, several handguns, and a knife.
