by Evelyn Glass
That woman—that fucking woman—was the cop who had arrested me, not once, not twice, but three fucking times. And now, here she was, paraded about on stage before me in—I supposed some people would call it a dress, but to me, it looked like a collection of belts that barely covered her nipples, or the area between her thighs. I guess it would have been a more natural reaction for me to be delighted to see her in such a state of humiliation, but I could tell at once that something was seriously wrong.
“This is Angel,” Friedrich announced, an almost reverent tone to his voice. “And she’s a cop. We picked her up off the street earlier tonight, and now she’s here for one lucky man to use and, preferably, abuse…”
Angel tried to pull away from him, but something was holding her back. Her eyes looked glassy, and her movements were slow and lethargic, as though she was moving through honey. She slumped against Friedrich, who seemed all too happy to get her up close and personal. I shuddered at the sight of him with his hands on her; he had seemed like a creep from the second I’d walked in this door, but I guess I hadn’t vouched for him being quite this level of creep. I knew this kind of shit went down in clubs like this, but I had never seen it happen in person. Never hoped I would, either. I preferred my women willing and fully–conscious, but it seemed like I was in the minority as I looked around the room and saw the predatory glint in the eyes of the men surrounding me.
And she was a cop, too. I could be sure that almost everyone in this place had a bone to pick with the police that they would be all–too–happy to take out on her. The thought was grim as hell; this woman, plucked probably straight from the middle of her shift, becoming a punching bag for some asshole’s attitude towards the cops. She staggered again, and I wondered if she had any idea what was actually going on. She looked so out of it that I was astonished she could stand up straight. And then, of course, Friedrich decided that it was time to put on a show.
He gripped the shoulder strap of her deep red dress, the same strap that was covering a tiny sliver of her breast, and jerked it aside, exposing her. There was a murmur of appreciation around the room, until Angel shook his hand off and re–adjusted herself angrily. I could see a glimmer of rebellion in her eyes, the same glimmer she’d had the three times she’d taken me down. I knew I should have just sat back and left her to her fate—as long as she was off the streets and away from me then what did it matter, right? But as Friedrich went to expose her once again, I knew I couldn’t just sit aside and let it happen. I was an asshole, no doubt, but I wasn’t quite at the level of assholery where I could just watch this happen.
“So, what are the bids on Angel tonight?” Friedrich ran the back of his finger down her cheek, and she jerked away from him as if on impulse. The bidding began in earnest—a hundred, two hundred, a thousand, a thousand–five–hundred—it was so fast I could barely keep up with it. I looked down at the earnings that had been piling up on the table in front of me, and let out an internal sigh. Was I really going to give all of that up just to save a cop who had arrested me more times than anyone else? Apparently, I was. I slammed my hand down on the table, the drinks and the cash rattling loudly enough to catch the attention of everyone else in the room, and put in my bid.
Chapter Three
“Ten thousand.”
A voice cut across all the others, clear and crisp enough that even I could make it out. It cut through the haze of my sedation, and I managed to open my groggy eyes long enough to make out who had said it. And as soon as I laid my eyes on him, my heart stopped in my chest. Oh shit. Oh shit.
I knew that whoever had purchased me, it was going to be bad news. I wasn’t like the rest of the victims they paraded in and out of here; I was a representation of everything these guys hated the most, and I had no doubt that they wouldn’t hesitate to take that out on me if they got half a chance. But…had he known I was here? Because a coincidence of this size couldn’t have just happened.
I couldn’t fucking believe my eyes. God–fucking–dammit. Breaker Goldman.
I still hadn’t found out what his real name was, even after all the times I’d arrested and charged him for whatever bullshit he was attempting to pull off that week. Usually his crimes were petty enough that I never worked up the effort to actually hate him, but that didn’t matter. He was still a criminal, still someone who made my life and the life of the people living in this city substantially harder. I hadn’t tipped him for the kind of guy who would have out in a place like this, mind you; he always seemed too distracted with his own schemes to bother getting involved with someone this high up on the ladder. I reached out for the wall, looking for something to hold me up, and stumbled. The auctioneer reached out for me, and slipped a slimy arm around my waist. I shuddered at his touch. He reached over to the strap on the other side of my shoulder and eased it down my arm, letting it drop away till great swathes of my skin were exposed. I reached to pull it back up, but he slapped my hand away and turned me back towards the crowd.
“Are we sure no–one wants to bid any higher for this gorgeous piece of ass?”
I hated the way he was talking about me, as though I was nothing more than some object for these men to ogle at. Well, one of them would be doing a lot more than ogling soon enough. Even though I knew in the pit of my stomach what would come after I was sold, I was trying to ignore the creeping sense of dread that was overwhelming my system. I needed to keep my head straight, needed to stay in the game. I peered around the room, trying to make eye contact with one of the other dudes standing around and eyeing me. Maybe if I could flirt hard enough with one of them while I was standing here, they would outdo Breaker’s bid and take me instead. I knew whoever I ended up with would be the kind of monstrous asshole I did my best to keep off the streets, but Breaker…Breaker had a bone to pick with me. Several, in fact. And as my mind came back into consciousness, panic flooded my brain, lighting it up like a Christmas tree. I needed to find some way to make sure that he didn’t get his hands on me– and I had no idea how I was meant to do that.
“No–one wants to bid more than ten thousand?” The auctioneer sounded worried, for some reason– what, had they hoped to get more for me? I had no idea what a reasonable amount of money was to these people, and frankly, I had hoped never to find out. Well, not first–hand, at least.
“I think I won her, man,” Breaker met my gaze briefly, and a shiver passed over my spine as he did so. His expression was unreadable, but, knowing him, I could be almost damn certain that it wasn’t hearts and flowers going through his mind. If he wanted me, it wasn’t for anything good. Fuck, I was surprised he wasn’t just leaving me to my fate, abandoning me to this clusterfuck of awful people. That would have almost been worse. Almost. And he wouldn’t have had to spend all his money doing it.
Suddenly, someone else emerged from the shadows at the back of the room; I squinted through the haze of smoke and sedation to try and make out who it was. He was taller than Breaker, wider too, and looked at least a decade or two older. I had no idea who he was, but everyone in the room seemed to clam up as soon as he stepped forward. This guy had some serious sway in this place.
“I don’t think you can afford her, Breaker,” the man spoke firmly and coolly, but his tone was enough to tell me that he owned this place and he wasn’t about to back down over this.
“Count it,” Breaker gestured to the table in front of him, which I finally noticed was full to the brim with poker chips and cash. Of course, that’s what brought him here tonight, the chance to gamble. He had always been gambling in the cells when we had him in custody. The fact that I had turned up here as well was probably just a plus for him.
“Trust me, man, I don’t think you can afford her,” the man repeated, and his fists were clenched by his sides. Breaker waved his hand, dismissing him, and there was a murmur of surprise that travelled around the room in response to his blasé attitude.
“I know you might not want me to have her, Thad, but that’s not how this works,�
� Breaker stood up and stretched coolly, like a cat on a windowsill on a hot summer’s day. He seemed completely in control, and my eyes widened as he began to make his way towards me.
Chapter Four
Suddenly, Thaddeus was in front of me, blocking my path to Angel completely. I paused for a moment and looked him up and down, making sure that my distaste at his presence was being made completely clear. Maybe I was crazy or maybe I was just a jerk, but I wasn’t going to let Thad get in the way of what I wanted to do. Yet again.
I’d known Thaddeus Bane for a long time. Hell, anyone who moved in the circles that I did was well aware of him and the influence he had around the city. He was impossible to avoid, head of the motorcycle club that Taylor was a part of. You were either with him or you were dead– and that left me walking into my last few moments alive as I stood up to him for the first time.
“Look, I know you’re an asshole, but no need to go get yourself in more trouble than she’s worth, all right?” Thad raised his eyebrows at me. I knew he was giving me one last chance to back down, and I had no intention of taking it.
“The money’s right there.” I gestured to the cash on the table next to me. “She’s mine now.”
He frowned, and gestured over to the chips sitting a few feet away—one of his lackeys hurried up to it, and quickly began counting the money where it sat.
“Is it all there?” He demanded, and the lackey nodded. I turned back to him, a satisfied expression on my face.
“Now, are you going to let me have her or not?” I kept my tone rough, letting him know that I wasn’t exactly going to treat her like a princess. I liked a rough fuck just as much as the next guy, but I didn’t have need to force any woman. Now, if Angel came to me on her own, all sad and pouting about what her life had been, I would be more than happy to show her what a dirty girl she was, underneath her badge and uniform. And sometimes, women needed some persuasion to understand how much they would enjoy the kind of pleasure a guy like me could give them. But some of these shitheads, they’d kill Angel, even if she’d never laid a hand on them, personally. That wasn’t something I could let happen. Not if I knew about it, anyway.
“Fine,” Thad finally stepped aside, and the auctioneer finally removed his hands from her. When she looked at me, fear coursed through her eyes, her gaze darting around the room as though she could find a way out if she tried hard enough. She was still in cop–mode despite the situation. Maybe she was undercover? No, this was too far for undercover, and besides, they wouldn’t have plucked her off the street when she was in full uniform if she and her unit had somehow intended for this to happen. I pulled off my blazer and wrapped it around her; she looked up at me with something close to surprise and I put my arm around her possessively.
“Keep the change,” I tossed over my shoulder towards Thad, knowing that my cockiness was probably driving him up the fucking wall. I shot an apologetic look to the two women who’d been all over me since I walked in, and started for the door. I would make it up to them later– once I figured out what I was going to do with the cop tucked under my arm.
She leaned heavily on me, and I wondered how what she’d been given. She could barely stand upright, and I did my best to maneuver her out of there without letting her drop to the floor. She was barefoot, and was carefully picking her way across the floor, trying to avoid the most unsavory wet spots. I wondered what had happened to her uniform. Maybe they had sent it back to her station, as a warning or a taunt. Maybe they had burned it up as a mockery of the police and their inability to stop this from happening. But they hadn’t even left her with a pair of shoes, and that, for some reason, pissed me off even further than before.
Suddenly, she took a turn for the worse. As we reached the door and I briefly let go of her to get hold of the handle, she swayed on the spot dangerously. I figured out what was about to happen seconds before she fell, and managed to catch her before she hit the ground.
There was a small ripple of laughter around the room as I scooped her up into my arms. Her head lolled against my chest, and her mouth fell slightly open. She would probably kill me if she knew that it was me touching her right then, but I didn’t have much choice; I hefted her into my chest and pulled the door open, glad that it was late enough at night that there wouldn’t be too many partygoers to see me carrying this scantily–clad, unconscious woman through the streets. I already had three arrests on my record, and I certainly didn’t need another one, doubly so when I was actually trying to do something halfway good for a chance. That said, in this part of town, I doubt anyone would have looked twice. Her bare feet dangled over the edge of my arms, and I couldn’t help but notice how little she felt against me. When she was arresting me, she had all the swagger and attitude to fill a woman twice her size, but she barely weighed anything in my arms.
I had rented a room upstairs, and I hurriedly fumbled the key out of my pocket so I could unlock my apartment door. I had hoped to end up back there with the two chicks who had been all over me at the poker table, but it seemed like the universe was determined to fuck up my night. I managed to get the key into the lock and shoved the door open, trying to get through the door without smacking her head on the doorjamb. Harder than it looked on TV. I carried her down the hallway to my bedroom and dumped her down on the bed. She sprawled out on her front, the dress riding up enough that I caught a glimpse of her ass. Despite the worst parts of me egging me on, I averted my gaze, grabbed the covers, and tossed them over her. There were a lot of kinky things I’d do, but that was just fucked up.
I glanced down at her passed–out form, then leaned in to make sure she was still breathing. When I put my hand just in front of her mouth, I could feel short, shallow breaths against my skin. She would be all right come the morning.
This close to her, my senses filled with the scent of her perfume; it was sweet and musky, and seemed to perfectly suit the kind of woman I’d known her to be. I pulled back at once, my brain racing with the possibilities now that I had her in my apartment…as far as she knew, I was still an asshole. Maybe I could live up to that…?
No. I couldn’t do it. Even if I wanted to, the thought of just purchasing her and having my way with her was a turn–off. If I was that desperate, there were two gorgeous girls downstairs who probably would have been happy to set up camp on my couch for the rest of the night. But I realized, stretching and yawning, that I was already exhausted, and wanted nothing more than to climb into bed and sleep. With a sigh, I pulled off my shirt, grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed, and made my way through to the couch in the small living room next door. I heard her let out a small moan as I tried to get myself comfortable, and did my best to ignore it. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound of cars passing by down below me, letting them lull me into a restless slumber.
Chapter Five
I opened my eyes, and once again found myself in surroundings that I didn’t recognize.
This time, however, my memory of what had brought me to that moment was a little less hazy. I could see it clearly in my mind’s eye: Breaker across the room, getting up and making his way towards me. Pointing at the cash on his table to confirm that yes, he could afford me. The sinking feeling in my chest as I prayed for someone, anyone else, to come forward and want me more. And knowing that, when he put down the ten thousand dollars, there was no chance that anyone else was going to take me. I wasn’t worth that much, even if I was a cop. To Breaker, however…fuck, he’d have probably paid any amount of money to get me away from the prying eyes of people who might not want me hurt. I remembered him walking me out of the club, the feeling of the eyes of everyone in the room upon me…some of them shot me little smirk of amusement, as if they knew what was coming next better than I did. Well, joke was on them, because nothing their brains could have come up with was even remotely close to the blanks I was filling in in my own head. I could just recall the panic that seemed to flood over me in one stark second before I passed out. He caught me, I knew th
at; probably because he didn’t want me damaged before he could have his way with me.
And now, here I was. I spread my hands out wide, running them over the soft, clean sheets beneath me. The cover that lay on top of me smelled sweetly of fresh laundry, and there was a small stream of light trickling in from the window next to the bed. I turned to look out of it; the sky was a blissful, beautiful blue beyond the glass, and any other day, I would have been more than happy to wake up to this kind of morning. But I could feel someone’s gaze on me, and I knew exactly who was watching.
There was a small noise across the room, and my head snapped around to locate the source. My stomach dropped when I saw Breaker, slumped into a chair opposite the bed. He had a drink in his hand, his arm dangling languidly over the edge of the seat as though he didn’t have a care in the world.
“You…” I trailed off. I wasn’t sure whether I meant to insult him or beg him for mercy. He was grinning over at me, his demeanor cool and collected, and I frowned. How long had he been watching me? How long had I been out? A terrible thought crossed my mind, and I pulled back the covers to look at myself—no, I was still fully dressed. Well, if you could call what I was wearing “dressed” in any way, shape, or form. Either way, the skimpy dress I had been forced into the night before was still intact. I found myself taken aback. The way they had treated me the night before, I would have assumed that a passed–out woman in a tight dress was considered an opportunity by most of the guys in there. Maybe Breaker wanted me to be awake, wanted me to remember every bit of it. I pulled the covers up tight around me, feeling violated under his stare. I didn’t like people watching me sleep. It was why I didn’t let any guys sleep over at mine if we were hooking up. I wanted to climb into a shower, get something to eat, and then curl up in bed in the giant, gross shirt I still slept in after all these years. Knowing that Breaker had been the first to watch me in a long time…ugh. He wasn’t exactly my first choice.