Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,8
safe, I’d mean dead. Fucking glad that isn’t how this all played out.
Her eyes pop wide at the sound of my voice. They dart back and forth between Elias and me as if she’s assessing which one of us is the bigger threat. When she starts inching away from me, I realize she’s made her choice, and that knowledge hurts like a knife in my chest.
Then she speaks.
“P-p-please d-don’t hurt me. I’ll d-do whatever y-you want. You c-can f-f-fuck me for five hundred.”
A growl rips from my chest.
“No!” she screams, cowering beneath the blankets. “Free! You can f-f-fuck me f-for free. Just give me a hit, I need something. Anything! I won’t tell the boss. Please, just don’t hurt m-me.”
So many things slam into my mind at once, and I can’t focus on just one. Talking about the boss, offering herself for prostitution, exchanging money for drugs. Or how about the fucking fact she doesn’t even seem to know who we are?
“Molly.” I inject tenderness into my rough tone, but it doesn’t seem to help.
“I’m not, I mean, I don’t know Molly.”
I snap back as if I were punched. All the air is sucked out of my chest.
My face twists, and it must frighten the shit out of her because she starts backtracking. “I can be Molly if that’s what you w-want. Please, just give me a hit of something, and I’ll do it. I’ll be who you want. You can do me like you want—ˮ
“Enough!”
The wheeze of her quick breath sounds like a balloon deflating.
“You’re not Molly,” I state flatly.
“I can be…”
I lean my face toward her, and shout, “You’re. Not. Molly!”
“No,” she whispers, her body still shaking violently. I can’t tell if it’s from the fear or the withdrawal she must be going through, but it only fuels my rage.
Raking my fingers through my hair, I look for something to anchor myself with. Suddenly, I can’t look at her. I can’t even breathe the same air as her. This…this liar tricked me.
“You’re a liar.”
“Sin—ˮ Elias interjects.
“She’s a liar, man.” I wave my hand haphazardly in her direction.
“C’mon, walk it off.” He starts herding me toward the door, and I still can’t even look at that girl.
“You’re a goddamn liar!” My soul breaks, splinters, then crumbles into dust so fine it mixes with the motes floating through the air. I free myself from Elias and race around the side of the bed. “Why are you here?” I snarl, putting my face within inches of her own. The fear in those brown eyes satisfies me at the same time it tears me to pieces. “Where is she, and why are you fuckin’ here?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know Molly.” Her voice is too soft and airy. Like she doesn’t even have the force in her lungs to push the words out. Everything about her is airy as though she’d blow away with a strong breeze.
It doesn’t matter. I still heard the words, and the meaning behind them, even unintended, is enough to destroy whatever was left of me.
Still, I have to confirm. “You know Gutierrez? Mr. G?”
Her eyes go wide, holding mine for a second before she dives toward the edge of the bed and vomits on the floor.
That’s a yes.
She came from the same place. She knows the sex trafficker, the same man she called “the boss,” yet she doesn’t know Molly.
She doesn’t know Molly because Molly has been fucking dead since long before this girl came along.
Words are gone. My hope, my heart, my life are gone. I have nothing left to give. I push myself away from her by my hands fisted on the bed, and without a backward glance, I leave. Elias calls after me, but there’s no reason for me to stop. His voice-of-reason bullshit will only further piss me off.
Time to go. No need to stick around here anymore.
I’m done.
Chapter Three
Sin
The bitch’s ass slaps loudly against my thighs as she rides my dick. Twenty-four hours have passed since the girl woke up. The girl who isn’t my sister. The girl who stole everything from me in an instant.
Goddamn.
I took off. Turned my phone off, hit the bike, and rode for what felt like hours. Found a run-down, hole-in-the-wall shit bar in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere, parked my ass on a stool, and drank myself nearly to death.
Wishful thinking. Fuck knows my size and the amount I’ve been drinking for as long as I’ve been drinking, it’ll take a lot more than a night in