Page 38 of Boys Who Hunt

“He came to visit me at Club RIVERA during my shift. It’s because of him that I had to take extra precautions and leave Club RIVERA abruptly.”

Silas narrows his eyes at him, and I glance between them.

He … doesn’t know?

“I gave her a warning she’d remember,” Heath says.

So they operate separately from each other? This could be my only advantage.

“I have nothing to give you,” I swiftly say. “But if you can get me a job, I—”

“Nothing?” Silas repeats, hung on that single word.

He raises a brow, pushing the knife farther into the thin layer of fabric separating the metal from my bare nipple.

Fuck.

His teeth glint in the dark, a smile so vicious it’s almost more frightening than the knife in his hand. “I thought I made myself clear. You’re not getting out of this. And if you don’t have the money to pay …”

He wants my skin.

He wants to make me bleed, crack me open, and split me in half … kill me.

I shudder as he brings the knife to my mouth and slowly lowers the bottom half, blood caking my lip.

“You will have to earn every fucking dollar back,” he whispers as the knife pushes into my mouth and across my tongue. He wets his lips as he slowly drags it out across my tongue, leaving a trail of blood. “What will you do, twig?”

I have nothing left to offer … nothing except … Myself.

“Anything,” I say, letting go of my soul along with those words.

Because both of these boys know as well as I do what it means.

What that word unlocks …

What it will cost me.

Everything.

His eyes flicker with interest. “Anything?” he parrots like he can’t believe his ears.

A tear wells up in my eyes, but I push it back and nod softly.

There’s no taking it back.

This is it.

This is the trade-off.

That money I needed so dearly to keep my head above water cost me my body. My freedom. My soul.

He grins, baring sharp, wolf-like teeth before his smile slowly turns into a diabolical laugh. “You don’t know what you’re offering.”

“You want to play with me, don’t you?” I grit. “Then do whatever you want. I don’t care. My body … for the money.”

“Don’t tempt him,” Heath says.

“Too late,” Silas growls, pulling the knife from my mouth. “I accept.”