Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Hard.
I scream, but another hand muffles my mouth, making my entire body stiffen as someone strong yanks me off the path and behind a dumpster alcove. My heart hammers in my ears, my eyes stinging with tears, and fear slicing through me before suddenly, the hands spin me around, and I come face-to-face with Lorenzo.
Oh fuck.
Lorenzo and two of his goons, actually.
“Well well well,” he sneers, eying me with a sickly smile. “Where you running off to so fast, sweetheart?”
I swallow, my pulse still racing and my body tense.
“M—my dorm,” I croak out.
Lorenzo smiles. “Oh yeah? See, that’s funny, because I thought I had you scheduled to take your fucking clothes off and shake that ass up on my goddamn stage tonight. In half an hour, actually.”
“I… I mean…” I’m frozen, fear just cutting me in half as his goons hold me tight and he leers at me.
“You don’t want to shake that ass? You don’t wanna dance for my spot? That it?”
I bite my lip, and slowly, I shake my head.
“No.”
Instantly, he’s laughing. “Yeah, I don’t actually give a shit. But, for argument’s sake, sure—let’s say you’re done dancing. But just so we’re clear, you owe, and you’re gonna make a shitload less serving food, or making coffee, or working at a fuckin’ grocery store or some shit, but you do you, girl.”
He chuckles, shaking his head as he grins at me.
“See, you still owe me three-hundred-thousand-dollars.”
“My dad owes you—”
“You know where he is?” Lorenzo snaps, his eyes darkening.
I shake my head, trembling.
“Yeah, didn’t fucking think so. So, in that case, yeah, sweetheart, you owe me that money.”
His eyes drop to my necklace, this simple Tiffany’s thing I got for a birthday or something a few years ago.
“Maybe start selling off some of that rich-girl jewelry.”
I nod, eagerly reaching up and taking off the necklace that has zero emotional attachment for me, especially since I think my dad got it for me instead of actually being there for the birthday.
“Here!” I choke out. “Take this!”
Lorenzo snickers, rolling his eyes as he snatches it from my hand and peers at it.
“What is this shit even worth? Is this Tiffany’s?”
I nod. “Yeah! And five thousand, I think.”
He grins at his two goons before he starts to crack up.
“Oh, wow, a whole five-grand? Damn, girl!” He chuckles. “You got sixty more of those somewhere?’
I swallow and shake my head.
“You know,” Lorenzo suddenly says, his eyes sliding over me as he licks his lips.
“I do take all kinds of payment.”
I freeze, something cold piercing into me as he suddenly steps even closer to me. My stomach twists, and bile rises in my throat.
“Fuck do you have a pretty mouth,” Lorenzo hisses, making me feel sick.
“I bet you drive the boys crazy with those lips.” He chuckles. “Shit, girl, those are prime DSLs right there.” He grins and leans in close. “That’s ‘dick sucking lips,’ if you didn’t know.
I say nothing, the nausea building inside of me as I look away from him, my pulse thundering in my ears.
“I would just love to feel those things wrapped around my dick, sweetheart.”
I want to throw up, and I think I actually might.
“I mean,” Lorenzo shrugs. “That’d be worth, what, a couple hundred bucks?” He snickers at his guys. “Let’s be generous and say three-hundred.”
He grins. “And you owe three-hundred-grand? Shit, I’d take a thousand blowjobs with those lips.”
All three of them crack up, and when he moves in closer and reaches up to cup my cheek with his disgusting hand, I shrivel back.
“Leave me alone!” I manage to shriek before one of the goons clamps a hand over my mouth.
Lorenzo laughs, shaking his head.
“Aww, Brynn. I’m just fuckin’ with you, rich-girl.” He’s grinning at me, but it slowly fades as a shadow creeps over his face.
“But I will get what I’m owed. You don’t want to dance? Fuck it, fine. But that money is coming back to me one way or another. We’ll be in touch.”
He nods at his guys, who let go of my arms. I’m shaking, my stomach wrapped around itself as I stand there trying not to cry or scream. Lorenzo grins at me as they turn and walk away into the night. I stand there behind the dumpster, my skin crawling and my whole body trembling as I watch them walk all the way to a parked car and get in. And it’s not until it drives away that I turn, and I run.
And I don’t stop running until I get to the big Tudor house. The tears come as I start to pound on the door, and by the time Colton yanks it open, I’m sobbing. His eyes blaze as he lunges for me, scooping me into his arms and pulling me tight to his chest as I cry into him.