Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,8
shown any sort of affection or care.
“I don’t want him!”
“So? Jesus, Marisol, grow up. Sometimes you just have to do things even if you don’t want to. Do you think I wanted to marry any of those old farts? That I enjoyed having their wrinkly, cold hands on me? Course I didn’t. But I let them touch me because I wanted something from them. And they never complained.”
She just stared at Rosalind. She knew the other woman hadn’t married any of her husbands for love. Still to just hear her say it out loud like that was disturbing.
“I’m not letting Tiger touch me.”
Rosalind sneered. “Get off your high fucking horse. You have to lose your virginity at some time. You could do much worse than Tiger. He’s gonna be somebody. Don’t you realize how powerful Saber is? He’s not just the leader of a branch of the Devil’s Sinners, he’s the leader of all of them. I don’t know why Tiger wants you, but you should be flattered as hell that he does. Just open your legs and make a few noises. Get him off and he’ll be happy. Likely that will get you out of his system once he realizes you’re a cold fish. Then he might want a real woman.” She smiled smugly.
“You can’t mean . . . you?” She let out a startled laugh without thinking.
Rosalind stepped forward and slapped her. Hard.
Marisol’s eyes watered, her cheek throbbing. It wasn’t the first time Rosalind had hit her, of course. Not by a long shot. Didn’t mean that it hurt any less. Every time.
You can’t stay here, Marisol. She really needed to work on an escape plan. Because remaining here wasn’t going to be possible. She had some money stashed away she’d managed to keep hidden from her aunt. She’d have to figure out a way to make that work.
She had to leave. Soon.
“You think he couldn’t want me? I’m a thousand times the woman you are. I’m not some mousy, fat, bookworm with no life. I know how to take care of a man. Here’s what’s going to happen, Marisol, if you want to stay under my roof, where I pay for everything including your medication. You’re going to do whatever Tiger and Saber want. They’re more important than you. And soon they’re going to be family.”
Her aunt waved a huge, diamond ring in her face. “Saber asked me to marry him and I said yes. So very soon, Tiger and Saber are gonna be around here a lot more. Get used to it. Now where are the fucking tips from tonight?” Her aunt held out her hand.
Marisol reached into her pocket and drew out five twenties, handing them over.
“That’s it? Thought they would have been more generous.”
Don’t react. Don’t react.
“Typical. The rich ones are always tight with their cash. There’s a mess downstairs to clean up. Then get to bed, you look like shit. Honestly, I have no clue what Tiger sees in you.” Her aunt gave her a disgusted look. “Oh and you’re opening in the morning.”
“But I’m not on tomorrow and I thought Eileen was opening.”
“She called in sick. You need to cover her clients too.”
What? Seriously. She ground her teeth together to stop herself from going off. She was exhausted. Rosalind had told her she could take the day off tomorrow. She should have known better than to trust her word.
After her aunt left, she quickly locked the door. If only she had some way of locking the door to keep people out when she wasn’t here. With her entire body shaking, she climbed into the closet and drew out her blanket and doll. She kept them hidden in here so her aunt didn’t find it. The blanket was a mix of pastel colors, while the doll had dark hair and wore a princess tiara.
She’d had it since she was a little girl, so it was getting worn in places. She didn’t dare wash it, worried it might start falling apart.
Sitting on the floor of the closet, she lifted up one corner of her snuggly, rubbing it under her nose to soothe herself. Then she slipped her thumb into her mouth.
Shivers ran through her. She knew she should eat and go to bed. Everyone was gone. The door was locked. But she couldn’t make herself leave the safety of the closet. It felt safe in here. Like no one could hurt her.
What was she going to do? She sat back against the wall of