Page 2 of Tears of Revenge
The man held the door open for her to step in before he slipped past her. He walked down the hallway, passing Troy’s office, the dressing room, and the storage closet there before pausing by a private room.
Her heart pounded. She’d only ever been in those rooms with Troy—when he’d forced her to dance for him. It hadn’t been a great experience. In fact, it made her cringe to this day. But the strange man simply opened the door and guided her over the threshold by a gentle hand on the small of her back.
With sweaty palms and a knot forming in her stomach, she stepped inside. Then she froze. A second, equally mysterious man eyed her over the shoulder of the woman in his lap. He had a broad build and striking green eyes, his hair a rich, rusty brown. His skin was just as pale as that of the first man, as if they despised the sunlight. Corinna turned her head and fused her eyebrows, upset at Ava interrupting her session.
The man behind her was the first to speak. “Go get your boss.”
Corinna’s eyes flickered over Ava’s shoulder, but she didn’t move.
“I don’t like repeating myself.” Avalon shuddered, the air turning bitter. Corinna shot to her feet and bolted from the room.
Still eyeing her curiously, the man on the couch asked, “Who have we got here?”
“Sit and tell us your name.”
“Ava,” she said, voice quivering and her body frozen in place.
“Sit,” the man with the blue eyes urged.
“I don’t know your names.”
“Marcus,” the redhead introduced himself.
“Varos,” said the dark-haired one. “Now please sit before he comes in.”
She worried her bottom lip, but cautiously approached the couch. Marcus patted the leather seat next to him, his face soft and his expression reminding her of a kid on Christmas morning.
Troy entered the room just as her ass kissed the seat. As usual when around clients he had a thick aura of masculinity pouring off him in waves. “Varos, how may I help you?”
“I believe this one belongs to you?” Varos indicated Avalon.
Troy’s eyes flickered. The drop in his mask went unnoticed by the other two men—but not Ava. “Yes. What has she done?”
“We want her.”
“You want her?”
Varos reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thick wad of bills. “Yes.”
Troy’s eyes widened greedily at the sight of money and quickly flashed her a look that she knew far too well. Keep your mouth shut. “She’s yours.”
“Limit?” Varos asked, handing over the cash.
She couldn’t believe what was taking place right in front of her. Troy was selling her like some whore, without consent. She was nothing more but a business deal to him.
“That depends.”
Varos handed him another stack. “We can get quite rough.”
“She’ll play along,” Troy agreed without another thought.
Her vision blurred and though she desperately tried to keep them at bay, tears poured down her cheeks. Troy was selling her off, knowing she might get hurt. He took the money without so much as looking at her. She flinched as Marcus leaned closer, his lips only a breath away from her ear.
“No harm will come to you,” he whispered, sending goosebumps washing over her neck.
Troy was about to turn on his heels when Varos’s hand snapped tight around his throat. “I did not say you could leave.”
Troy’s eyes widened, hands scrabbling at the fingers around his neck.