Series: The Rossi Crime Family Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“We have a doctor come and check out each of you to make sure you aren’t sick and don’t have any diseases that can be given to the buyer.” I pause briefly, not wanting to say the rest. “They also check to make sure each of you are still virgins. We only sell virgins because they bring in the highest paying dollar and usually these things are checked when they bring you in, but this time around the doctor wanted to wait.”
Violet gives me a shocked expression, “So they will just take me somewhere and force me to lay there well they inspect me?”
I gulp, “Yes. One of the guards will come and get you, and take you down to the doctors office. There you will strip, and get into the chair.”
“What happens if I don’t want to do it?” She whispers her voice quiet. I think she already knows the answer to the question she’s asking me, but I answer her anyway, just to prove how horribly dangerous this could be for her.
“If you don’t do as they tell you they’ll hurt you. It will happen one way or another, Violet. And if you keep fighting them, then they’ll give you a sedative. If they do that then…”
“Then I can’t protect myself…” She finishes for me. The idea of one of the other men touching makes me furious, it makes me want to break bones, rip flesh, kill and destroy. Every instinct inside me tells me to claim her, but I can’t and it’s fucking killing me. When all of this is over I’ll have to let her go. When it comes time for the auction everything I did here won’t matter, and I hate that.
Violet rinses all the suds off her body, and then I do the same. Once we’re both clean, we step out and I dry her off, wrapping her hair up just like I did the other day.
She smiles up at me, but there is a sadness in those big blues, “I’m sorry about what happened the other night. About slapping you and yelling at you.”
The truth was she has no reason to be sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed her, shook her, I shouldn’t have hurt her over the memory of my sister.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” I wrap a towel around my middle, shielding my still rock hard cock.
“I do though. I don’t know who Mira is, and I shouldn’t have assumed something.” Her name being said out loud especially from Violet’s mouth pisses me off. But I’m not angry at Violet, no this anger is all mine.
“It’s really okay. I shouldn’t have lashed out over a nightmare.” Violet doesn’t look like she believes me and that’s fine. I don’t want to talk about my dead sister anymore, or how she came about to be dead in the first place. Instead I walk over to my dresser and pull out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers tossing them to her. She pulls the boxers up and then pulls my t-shirt on over her head.
It swallows her slim body whole, and for the first time I look at her, really look at her. She looks good in my clothes, and the comparison of my body to hers is yet another reminder of why I need to protect her. She’s so small and feeble. I drop the towel wrapped around my middle without thought, and pull on a pair of clean boxers.
“What’s going to happen to me Ivan? I’ve been here awhile. I don’t know how long exactly, but I do know that this auction you keep talking about has to be coming up soon?”
She asks me questions she knows I shouldn’t answer but ones I can’t deny answering.
“I shouldn’t really tell you.” I mumble, heading towards the bed. I’m exhausted, and after forcing myself to be away from her for two days I miss her being here in my bed beside me.
“Please don’t keep this from me. I need to know how much time I have left.” She states matter-of-factly talking like she is waiting for her death sentence… and maybe she is.
My chest hurts thinking about it, thinking about handing her over to some rich fuck so that he can violate her. I’m sending her to be broken in the worst ways.
“Ten days… you have ten days.”
She shakes her head slowly as if the has to digest the information.
“Can I ask you something else?” Her voice sounds unsure and she looks up at me almost embarrassed. I nod and she continues.
“Why can’t you keep me? Can’t you just ask your boss if you can have me, or you buy me yourself? I could work off the money.”
I walk up to her and kneel right in front of where she is sitting on the bed. I take both of her hands in mine and look at her.