“I don’t give a fuck about the prick. This is still bad for business. No one wants to go to a whorehouse where they could get killed. Find out if the man has any family. Take care of it. Same as the girls.”
“Already done. One of the girls has two kids, but they live with the dad. I’ll pay him a visit and see what happens.”
“And where’s Misty now?” he asked.
“She’s nicely bound and scared. You’d love her crocodile tears.” At the mention of Misty’s tears, it made him think of Ally. Misty’s tears were understandable. She was going to die, no matter what. Her death was inevitable. Why was Ally crying? Her life was probably fucking miserable. She’d been dealing with her father for years, no matter her age. She had a shit life, he got it. Why did she want to go back to it so badly?
“Get me everything you can. Bring Misty back here to the club. I think it’s going to be another good reminder for everyone of what happens to traitors.”
Hanging up his cell phone, he had no doubt in his mind that Misty had been bullshitting him. He had a good sense about people. She’d been the one to tell him she wasn’t a rat and how loyal she was. In his experience, someone who said that shit first up was usually a fucking liar.
He had a bad feeling twisting his gut when it came to Ally. Not because she’d done anything wrong, but because she was telling him the truth.
Misty was all lies.
Ally was all truths.
He’d gotten used to people fucking with him. People like Ally were an entirely new experience for him. She confused him on so many levels.
Lord finished his breakfast, sitting back, feeling content, but he still needed a fresh coffee.
He got to his feet and stepped out of his office. The sight just ahead froze him cold.
A couple of the brothers were laughing their fucking heads off as Ally was shoved to the ground and one of the club whores kicked her in the ribs. Ally cried out.
What the fuck was happening?
He also saw how Ally was dressed—a mini skirt and a bikini top that hid next to nothing. And a pair of those ridiculous heels the whores wore. This wasn’t what he wanted, and whoever did this was going to fucking pay.
Lord had never lost his shit unless dealing with rats and traitors, but right now, his men and whores had turned him into a liar. He’d told Ally she belonged to him and wouldn’t be harmed, and yet here she was. Their deal included her safety.
When one of the women slammed her foot on Ally’s hand, the scream that tore through the air cut through him.
Rage flooded his body and he charged to the scene. There was going to be destruction.
****
Pain was all Ally could feel. Never-ending agony. Whoever had stomped on her hand must have broken it.
Her chest hurt, as did her face. One of her eyes had already started to close from the swollen flesh.
Just as she was about to give up, the abuse ceased, and she heard a horrible sound that made her cringe.
Glancing up, she was shocked to see Lord standing there. The look on his face was pure evil.
He’d humiliated her. Nothing she’d felt for him had been reciprocated.
The woman who’d brought her some clothes had told her she was going to have to earn her keep. Rats didn’t get a free ride. The skimpy clothes were bad enough, but as soon as they’d pulled her out of the room, the men had mocked her fat ass and horrible tits.
If this was Lord’s idea of belonging to him, it sucked. This reminded her of being back in high school—only worse. She never dressed like this and now she was so utterly humiliated. And never so alone.
Death would be preferable about now.
He bent down toward her and she tried to scramble away. When she did, she whimpered as pain exploded from her ankle and wrist. She stopped and stayed perfectly still, panting as he glared. How much more could she endure?
“Ally, don’t.”
Tears traced down her cheeks.
“Look around you,” he said.
She frowned. He wasn’t going anywhere, so she tentatively glanced around her. The men who’d been laughing were no longer smiling. In fact, their faces were averted. The women who’d gathered around her and started to hurt her, they were on the ground. One appeared unconscious. She knew without a doubt Lord had put them there.
Staring at him, she felt sick. “I think I’m going to throw up.” She tried to stop it but then she leaned over and threw up the food she’d eaten last night, some of it going on Lord’s boot.
She sniffled and pressed her hands to her face, trying to compose herself, but it was impossible to do so. Nothing could be worse than this.
Pain.
She hated it. Memories, dark, horrible memories swirled within her mind.
Lord’s hand went to her knees and the other went to her back. She wanted to fight him, but she didn’t have the energy. This was the last time she’d trust anyone ever again. He lifted her without effort and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him, hoping he wouldn’t drop her.
“I’ve got you.”
She pressed her face against his shoulder, trying not to lose it. She was so close to losing it. That very morning, she’d been sobbing in the shower. Lord was like an entirely different person. One moment hot, the next cold. She didn’t know what to think anymore.
Last night, he’d been laughing, joking, making fun of her while she watched that horror film. She hadn’t had a carefree night like that in ages. Then this morning, she’d gotten whiplash from the change in him. It wasn’t something new for her, but she just hoped Lord was different. Her father had been a classic example, as her mother had been. The drugs and gambling were a perfect reason for them to be constantly up and down.
She couldn’t stand it, and this morning, it made her feel like a child. Ally wanted off the rollercoaster.
Lord didn’t take her to his bedroom. This time, they entered his office and he gently put her down on the sofa. It was nice and soft. With her good hand, she tried to pull the base of the skirt down, but it was way too small. The woman had also said she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear. Could there be anything more humiliating now? Those men had seen her personals.
She’d gone down with a thump to the floor. She’d never been a violent person. All her life, she’d learned to take the punches, the nasty words, the pushing, shoving, all of it. She thought could take it.
Lord stood close and he removed his shirt, exposing his very scarred, but muscular body. She pulled away as he tried to put it on her. She wanted to cover her body, to help soothe the pain, but all those cruel words had hurt her more than the punches.
“Baby, I’m trying to help you.”
“I … it hurts,” she said.
He glared and she tried to get the sofa to completely swallow her up. Lord captured her face and held her still. “I didn’t order this. I want you to know that.”
She didn’t believe him. He was the leader.
“Ally.”
“My hand hurts. I think it’s broken.”
She lifted it up for him to see. His gaze didn’t waver from hers but she didn’t stop holding her hand up for him to see. She could barely move her fingers, and in the short space of time since they’d stomped on it, it was already swelling up.
Lord eventually looked at her hand, but she watched him as he looked down her arm. Last night, he’d been more interested in sucking her tits than paying attention to her arms.