make a woman. My woman.
Thoughts of her continued to drift through my mind, forcing the moment she had been promised to me to come forth as bright as the day before me.
“The deal has been settled. Upon her twenty-first birthday, she will be presented to you as a gift, her virginity intact,” Sal announced with a slap on my back. I had never understood why Sal was involved in this business. He had a lovely bride and one-year-old daughter. He was a good-looking man, who worked out and ate healthily. He was exactly the opposite of what you would expect from someone in this business.
“You promise she is to be mine? That she is indeed pure and true?” I questioned further, not fully believing him. Sal had a less than stellar track record. Men had purchased from him before only to find out later on that their merchandise was not up to par.
He smiled. “Would I sell you anything less than perfection?”
My eyes narrowed on him. I had been fooled once by a man that sold me a bride. She was beautiful, elegant, and everything I had ever wanted in a woman, but she was broken, fractured straight down the middle, and she was far from untouched. I wouldn’t go down this road again and try to make something out of nothing. My new bride—she would be everything I was promised or I would take her life.
“She will be presented to you in excellent condition. No wrong doings will be done to her. However…” He paused for a moment as if he were re-evaluating his comment.
“It will cost you extra as I know the men will be in desperate need to unleash a little tension…” I could feel my blood boiling, the desire to end this fucker’s life. I had already paid more than half of what was expected of a normal buyer for my down payment and the first transport, and now he wanted more?
“Extra?” I cracked my knuckles watching his eyes grow large. Hadn’t he realized all that I was capable of doing?
A nervous laugh left his lips. “Well, you know how they can sometimes be. The extra money would be used for—” I cut him off.
“I don’t care what the extra money would be used for. That isn’t my concern. Your men and the fact they can’t keep their cocks out of the merchandise aren’t my problem. Now you, you’re—” My temper was on the verge of snapping.
“I meant no harm, truthfully.” He stuttered over his words as if he finally understood what I had to say.
“You didn’t… But I do,” I said sinisterly as I reached into the back of my pants, removing my gun. I lifted the barrel to his head and cocked it as my finger began to squeeze the trigger. There was no room for failure in this life. No room for telling someone what to do and allowing them to get away with not listening.
Sometimes you had to take someone else’s life into your own hands.
“Boss?” Antonio called my name as the last images of her I had seen disappeared from my mind.
“What?” I responded in aggravation, coming back to the present with a vengeance. The memory had only made me that much more eager to get my hands on her, to feel her softness beneath my hands, to break her down and make her my little slave as I built her back up.
“Adam has confirmation that she’s near French Island. He says his word is bond.” He spoke firmly, his voice less annoying to me now that he had information I could actually use.
A smile formed on my face, this was the best news yet. “Good. For his sake, I hope he is right. Call Wyatt. Let him know I have a location for him to check out. Oh, and that I need his skills to assist in finding my merchandise.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jared
Her body was silhouetted in the moonlight, her hair sprawled out beneath her as she withered beneath me. God, she was beautiful I thought as her mouth parted open and a throaty moan filled the air.
“Jared, it’s only ever been you,” she whispered against my skin as if she were trying to tell me a secret.
“Give it to me,” she begged as I held myself
Thoughts of her continued to drift through my mind, forcing the moment she had been promised to me to come forth as bright as the day before me.
“The deal has been settled. Upon her twenty-first birthday, she will be presented to you as a gift, her virginity intact,” Sal announced with a slap on my back. I had never understood why Sal was involved in this business. He had a lovely bride and one-year-old daughter. He was a good-looking man, who worked out and ate healthily. He was exactly the opposite of what you would expect from someone in this business.
“You promise she is to be mine? That she is indeed pure and true?” I questioned further, not fully believing him. Sal had a less than stellar track record. Men had purchased from him before only to find out later on that their merchandise was not up to par.
He smiled. “Would I sell you anything less than perfection?”
My eyes narrowed on him. I had been fooled once by a man that sold me a bride. She was beautiful, elegant, and everything I had ever wanted in a woman, but she was broken, fractured straight down the middle, and she was far from untouched. I wouldn’t go down this road again and try to make something out of nothing. My new bride—she would be everything I was promised or I would take her life.
“She will be presented to you in excellent condition. No wrong doings will be done to her. However…” He paused for a moment as if he were re-evaluating his comment.
“It will cost you extra as I know the men will be in desperate need to unleash a little tension…” I could feel my blood boiling, the desire to end this fucker’s life. I had already paid more than half of what was expected of a normal buyer for my down payment and the first transport, and now he wanted more?
“Extra?” I cracked my knuckles watching his eyes grow large. Hadn’t he realized all that I was capable of doing?
A nervous laugh left his lips. “Well, you know how they can sometimes be. The extra money would be used for—” I cut him off.
“I don’t care what the extra money would be used for. That isn’t my concern. Your men and the fact they can’t keep their cocks out of the merchandise aren’t my problem. Now you, you’re—” My temper was on the verge of snapping.
“I meant no harm, truthfully.” He stuttered over his words as if he finally understood what I had to say.
“You didn’t… But I do,” I said sinisterly as I reached into the back of my pants, removing my gun. I lifted the barrel to his head and cocked it as my finger began to squeeze the trigger. There was no room for failure in this life. No room for telling someone what to do and allowing them to get away with not listening.
Sometimes you had to take someone else’s life into your own hands.
“Boss?” Antonio called my name as the last images of her I had seen disappeared from my mind.
“What?” I responded in aggravation, coming back to the present with a vengeance. The memory had only made me that much more eager to get my hands on her, to feel her softness beneath my hands, to break her down and make her my little slave as I built her back up.
“Adam has confirmation that she’s near French Island. He says his word is bond.” He spoke firmly, his voice less annoying to me now that he had information I could actually use.
A smile formed on my face, this was the best news yet. “Good. For his sake, I hope he is right. Call Wyatt. Let him know I have a location for him to check out. Oh, and that I need his skills to assist in finding my merchandise.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jared
Her body was silhouetted in the moonlight, her hair sprawled out beneath her as she withered beneath me. God, she was beautiful I thought as her mouth parted open and a throaty moan filled the air.
“Jared, it’s only ever been you,” she whispered against my skin as if she were trying to tell me a secret.
“Give it to me,” she begged as I held myself
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