thing, taking care of your brother." His eyes danced with mirth at his ability to cut her to the core with a truth she'd worked hard to bury. "Or do you prefer to think of him as your nephew? Too bad about your sister, Holly. Last time I saw her, I just knew she wasn't doing well."
Alarm bells were going off like firecrackers in her brain. She choked out her words. "You saw Holly? When?" Unwanted tears flowed down her cheeks. She'd mentally prepared herself for the sights she'd see inside this hellhole of warehouse, but she hadn't been prepared to deal with digging up her hellish childhood in Ohio—a past she'd moved across the country to run away from.
"Oh, I don't know. A few months before her untimely death, I guess. Your father was nice enough to share her hospitality with his guests upon occasion, although I had rather hoped he would share you instead," Jake said.
She was on her feet, rushing him, blindly wanting to rip his eyes out for daring to touch her tormented sister. She vaulted over the desk, reaching for this throat to strangle him, but he easily subdued her, shoving her back into her chair and returning to his own as if he had just swatted a fly.
Fury consumed Hannah as memories from her past closed in. Nightmares of men exactly like Jake Davenport had finally pushed Holly to take her own life, leaving Hannah to care for the only bright spot in their lives, Connor.
Guilt rushed Hannah, making it hard to breathe as she remembered how Holly had protected her younger sister from their father as much as she could. He had reserved his most vile perversions for his oldest daughter. Holly's final strength had been spent helping put the monster behind bars and making sure Hannah and her son, Connor, would be safe.
Once Holly had accomplished her mission, she had no will left to fight for her own survival. Connor had never known his real mother. Hannah was all he had left, and she needed to survive the hell she was in for him.
Hannah forced herself to let go of the nightmare memories to focus on the here and now. "I'll repeat. What the hell do you want with me?" she said.
Jake droned on, seemingly uncaring about the bomb he'd set off inside her. "I want a lot of things from you, but for starters, I want you to be my accountant. I also want you to escort me to an important party tonight."
She must have heard him wrong. "A party? Now?"
"It's a special kind of party. I think you'll learn a great deal about my most lucrative business by attending."
He was being vague, probably hoping she would ask more questions. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He continued anyway. "Your father used to hold the same kinds of parties in Ohio, with a little younger crowd. I attended a few. He was very... accommodating."
Fury flared in her. "I knew you were a lot of things, Jake, but I didn't know you were a pedophile in addition to being a rapist."
"There you go with that rape allegation again. That's not how I remember it at all. Maybe this will help jog your memory." He took out a remote control from the top drawer of his desk and pointed it at the large, flat-screen TV on the wall. The movie that came to life was a horror flick.
The picture was dark, but Hannah recognized the office at his house. The sound of his hand connecting with her bare ass filled the room. It was surreal to be watching him spank her. Had that really only been three nights before?
She'd been drugged that night, but as the scene played out, she was sure he had edited out the parts where he'd hurt her the most. What remained played as if she had begged him to fuck her.
His words from the TV filled the room. "That's it, baby. Let me take care of you. Your body wants this."
Damn him. She remembered how her body had wanted to be fucked, but it had been the drugs!
"Jake..." She had called his name.
"That's 'Sir.'" He had corrected her.
She watched herself wriggling with pent-up lust. On the screen, Jake swatted her ass hard, reminding her he was still in control.
"Sir... please... I need..."
"That's right, Hannah. Tell me what you need. Use your words."
She had been so angry with him in that moment, but it didn't compare to her pure