All That Matters (Red Light Ladies #1)

by Yolanda Olson

  Kerstan exhaled the smoke that he had stolen from the cigarette before answering, “Then you will be immediately sent to him.”

  “And if I won’t go?”

  “Then I’ll have no choice but to make you my first,” he replied.

  “Your first what?”

  “Casualty.”

  Oh.

  I crushed what was left of my cigarette into the ashtray and got up from the chair. I climbed onto Kerstan’s bed and undid the neatly made blankets, pulling one up to my chin. Turning onto my side, I looked at the night sky again wondering if I would somehow run into Betje or Minnie without having to run into the instigator of this whole fucking mess.

  I closed my eyes and listened to Kerstan undo his belt. I heard him pull his pants off and I heard him undo his vest before pulling it off. His shirt would be next and then he would climb into the bed with me.

  It was odd really. I knew the sounds of his clothing being removed and we had only fucked the one time. I knew his touch like no others even though it had been mostly been used as punishment.

  “May I?” he asked laying down and hover his arm over me.

  I nodded as he thanked me and let his arm wrap gently around my waist. Another odd feeling took over me as I hoped he would slide his hand under my shirt or maybe into my shorts and start to fondle me. Instead I was met with the steady breathing as he quickly fell asleep.

  I closed my eyes and wondered what the fates possibly could have in store for me with a man who was hired to break me down and make me subservient. A man who rented women out to be used by men and women. A man who had no morals, not a real sympathetic bone in his body. A man who only offered me what he had because he knew I was as stubborn as he was. A man who held my life in his hands and ignited my desires with his simplest touch.

  As I found myself drifting to sleep, I decided that Lieve would die that night. When I woke up the next day, I would be Amity Crane again. Fun loving, man crushing, mega bitch, Amity Crane.

  I would find my friends.

  I would free them.

  Or I would die trying.