Page 78 of All Your Hate
“Yeah. You bring her?”
“Yep.” Bones looks across at me, with a disarmingly charming smile on his face. What the hell is he planning?
“I’ll buzz you up.”
We head inside, my heels clicking on the tiles as we make our way through the empty foyer. “Bones, seriously, give me something. The last time you took me out hardly ended well.”
“That’s why you’re wearing stilettos, so you can’t run from me.” I can’t tell if that’s a joke or not.
“Well no—”
“Wynter,” he sighs. “You’re being such a good girl already, so just wait and see the surprise I have planned for you.” That mischievous glint is back in his eyes and it makes my stomach swoop.
I can do this. I can trust him.
We take the elevator to the third floor and at the far end of the corridor a man, who I assume is Grayson, waits outside one of the apartments.
He’s mid-thirties, neatly dressed with deliberately messy short brown hair and thick stubble. There’s a vague familiarity to him, but I can’t place it.
He looks straight at me and I press myself closer to Bones’ side. At least if this guy thinks we’re a couple then he shouldn’t hassle me.
“You actually brought her. Come on, I’ll fix us some drinks and we can talk prices.”
Prices?I’m not naive, I know exactly what that means. “Bones?” I dig my heels into the carpet, refusing to go so easily into this trap.
“Shhh, play along.” His tone is soft, but does nothing to reassure me. Sensing my unease, he places his hand on my lower back and ushers me inside.
“Did you tell anyone else I was coming?” Bones asks the man as we follow him into the kitchen.
“No, of course not! You think I want to share this with any of those meatheads? Just because I worked with them doesn't mean we’re friends,” Grayson scoffs as he grabs a bottle of vodka from the freezer.
He fills three shot glasses, handing us one each. The way he lingers in front of me makes me feel sick. “I don’t want it.”
“Drink,” Bones orders, pushing the glass to my lips.
Grayson is still eyeing me hungrily. Fuck. If Bones is really going to make me have sex with this man then I don’t want to be sober for it.
I knock the shot back in one and Grayson claps his hands.
“Damn! Let’s get a few more in you.” He tips his back and pours two more. And then another two. I drink everything he gives me until Bones steps in.
“That’s enough for you.”
“But I don’t want to be conscious for this,” I retort with a cold glare.
“Believe me you’ll want to be lucid for tonight’s entertainment.” The smile on Bones’ face hurts worse than the betrayal of his actions.
I look at the door and my heart plummets. There’s no way I’ll reach it. I’ll just have to try and find that distant part of my mind to escape into again.
“She always was a feisty one,” Grayson jeers. “I can’t believe you’ve had her all to yourself for this long! Honestly, I thought she was dead.”
Dead? No, that can’t mean…he was one of my abusers. Then I remember his face being on Bones’ computer when he showed me all the men that hurt me.
“Yeah, I’ve been keeping her nice and close, wouldn’t want anyone else getting hold of this little treasure.” Bones loops his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side. I don’t fight him. I’m too numb.
“Want to negotiate now or after you’ve sampled the goods? And believe me, they are fucking good.” Bones squeezes my breast and I turn away from Grayson’s predatory grin.
After everything…he’s selling me. Handing me straight back to a man he vowed to kill for me. What made him change his mind?