him.”
“Damn straight, and best you remember what happens when you don’t follow orders. Jack was a fucking putz. I told him not to damage the merchandise, and he had to shove his prick down her throat. He had no right kicking her like he did.”
“Well, she did bite his dick off.” Shelly’s an idiot, defending a dead man. At least, I assume Bossman really did kill Jack.
“So?” Bossman shrugs. “What does that tell you?” Bossman doesn’t wait for a reply. “Don’t stick your dick where it doesn’t belong.” He points at me. “She’s not yours.”
“Don’t see why it matters.”
“Are we having a failure to communicate?”
“No.”
“Then shut the fuck up and keep your dick in your pants.” Bossman closes the distance, breaching Shelly’s personal space as he goes toe-to-toe and chest-to-chest. They engage in an epic stare down. It comes as no surprise when Shelly backs down.
Men are such peacocks.
Bossman struts his stuff, maintaining his position of power. Shelly has to take it, but he can’t back down right away. That shows weakness. So they do that man stare thing, getting all up in each other’s faces.
I read all of this in a microsecond.
Shelly gives a huff and takes a step back. “Still don’t see why we can’t have a little bit of fun. She ain’t no goddamn virgin we’re keeping clean for him.”
Again, with HIM. Who is this man who claims ownership of me?
Shelly is dumb as shit. Every word out of his mouth signs his death warrant.
Doesn’t he see the obvious?
“I shot Jack twice. Once for fucking shit up, and again for being a putz, and I’ll shoot your fat ass if you touch the merchandise.” Bossman snaps his fingers.
“This whole thing’s turned into a fucking shit storm.” Shelly’s not getting the message. “What does it matter if we give her a spin?”
“You criticizing me?”
“No, Boss.” Shelly runs a hand through his grimy hair, then pulls at his chin again. “How the fuck did those bastards find us anyway?”
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Bossman spits on the floor. “What happened in Colombia isn’t on us. We delivered the other girl. They fucked it up.”
“At least we got this one out.” Shelly lunges toward me and grips my chin. He pinches down hard, waiting for my wince of pain. “You have no idea how much trouble you’ve caused.”
I didn’t cause any trouble.
I blink through my tears.
Right now, drawing any attention to myself is a death wish. Tension in the room escalates, and I’m right smack dab in the middle of it.
But I need them to keep talking. To argue and give me the tiny scraps of knowledge I need to not go insane. I need to know what happened.
Zoe and I were captured. We were on that beach in Santa Monica. These men jumped us, then somehow, they moved us to Columbia.
Colombia? Why there?
Some kind of shit went down. Zoe’s no longer with them, but I am. They protected their asset.
Me.
They protected me, taking me from whatever hellhole it was that Zoe landed in to wherever this is now.
I’m meant for something else.
But what?
Or rather, who?
I need answers, and I can’t ask any of the millions of questions swirling in my head. All I can do is listen to Shelly spout off to his boss.
It doesn’t escape my notice Bossman doesn’t say my name. Degraded and dehumanized, I’m no longer human in his eyes.
Humans deserve compassion, consideration, and respect. I doubt these men would know compassion if it bit them in the ass, or better yet, bit right through their flaccid cocks.
Honestly, I’d like to think I am badass enough to bite a man’s dick off. I’ve never fought for myself like that. Shit, just the thought of doing something like that makes me feel a little less helpless.
I take note of every word these men say. A bonus was promised. A bonus these men lost. I’m valuable to someone.
But who?
That value will either make these men more cautious in how they handle me, or it’ll piss them off.
If I’m going to get out of this alive, I’ll do it on my own. Which means I need to drive a wedge between these men.
There’s only one way to do that, and it turns my stomach.
No matter.
I’ve done this more times than I want to count. I’ll do whatever it takes to survive because I don’t know how to die.
Shelly forces me to look him in the eye. “You wouldn’t bite my dick, would you, bitch?”
He’s testing the waters, but Shelly won’t