Obsession (A Bad Boy's Secret Baby) (32 page)

I knew the man was gone when I heard the door shut. Even with the other women around me, I felt entirely alone. Wasn't I, essentially? Who here gave a single ounce of care for me?

Claudine's voice was tenuous. “Flora...”

“How could you,” I asked flatly. I glared at her through the canopy of my eyelashes. “How the fuck could you do this to me. I risked my life to save you, Claudine! You don't even know what I went through to get here! You don't...” I inhaled, nostrils flaring. I wouldn't cry over this.

She didn't deserve my tears.

Not anymore.

Sitting beside me, she hung her head. “He was going to kill you.”

“I could have gotten him.”

“You could have gotten
one
of them.” Her hand came around, seeking mine behind the chair. I couldn't fight off her fingers, they squeezed mine.

Hearing her rationalize her betrayal, it only cut me deeper. “Guess you're really happy here,” I mumbled. Red hot fury blurred my vision. “Letting that piece of shit touch you, just so you can get as high as you want, whenever you want. Sure sounds nice.”

“It's not like that,” she insisted. “Tully... he took a liking to me when I was dropped here, weeks ago. What was I supposed to do? Shrug him off so I could be sold in another country, like the others? Why would I risk that, Flora?”

Snorting, I shook my head. “I don't know. Guess you're smarter than me. I was willing to let them kidnap me, use me, as long as it got me here.” Closing my eyes, I made a face like I'd eaten a leaking battery. “I'd have risked
anything
to save you.”

I did risk it. I risked a new life with him.

Now it's gone forever.

My sister said nothing, her fingers touching mine, but the rift was too great. Even this close, she felt miles away. I'd clawed my way to her side across the country, and with inches between us, Claudine could have been a ghost.

Maybe I'll become one soon, too.
It didn't comfort me, but I refused to be a slave.

The explosion rocked the walls, so loud that even the nearly comatose girls shrieked.

Gasping, I stared at the roof, then at Claudine. “What the hell was that?”

Her eyes were boggling. “I—I don't know.”

Fireworks crackled outside in the hall. Loud, sharp bursts that reminded me of how a whip would cut the air.
Not whip cracks,
I realized in distress.
Gunshots.

The other women stirred, a few blinking towards the sounds. Claudine gripped my wrist, then pulled away. We shared a look. “Gunfire?” I whispered.

Wordlessly, she rose to her feet. The distance between us and the exit could have been a mile, for how long I held my breath as she approached it. She cracked the door, seeing things I couldn't. Whatever was happening out there, my sister watched for a long minute, never moving.

Abruptly she spun around, staring at me.

“What?” I blurted. “What did you see?”

Claudine ran my way, dropping to her knees. “It's madness out there, people shooting each other—chaos.” Her fingers worked over my rope knots, but when that was too slow, she looked around the room. Hurrying to a table coated in powder, she returned with a razor. It must have been used to help divide the cocaine into neat lines.

“Who's fighting? What are you
doing?
” I asked, a thread of hope weaving through my heart.

Claudine cut the last of my bonds away, standing back. I rubbed my wrists, hardly feeling the mild burns. Both of us looked at the door, the gunfire raining sporadically.

“I don't know who they are, I just saw bullets and blood. You need to get out of here, Flora.”

“What about you?” Furrowing my brow, I swung an arm out to indicate the room; the girls who were wasting away, or eyeballing the door with hazy curiosity. “And what about
them?
Tully is selling these people, we can't let him do that!”

The sympathy that flooded her eyes did nothing for my mood. “Flora, these girls aren't being sold.”

My jaw dropped. “What?”

“The ones you're talking about? The ones that arrived the other day?” Hugging herself, Claudine nodded at the left wall. “They've got them towards the back, closer to the docks.”

“I don't understand,” I whispered.

A faint, sad smile crossed her face. “The girls in here aren't being forced. They're townies, or working girls... women who followed the drugs and the power. They don't care what the Knights are doing.”

Narrowing my eyes, I said somberly, “Just like you.”

Her smile melted, and she looked at the floor. For a moment we stood there, unable to explain the scars and emotions that criss-crossed our lives. I didn't understand her, and I didn't
want
to.

If she was happy here, then...

Another gunshot popped. Claudine reached out to give me a shove. “Go already. It's a war out there, no one will notice you. You can leave the way you came.”

I snatched the razor from her grip, sticking it in my pocket. It wasn't much of a weapon, but it was better than nothing. “That won't work.”

“I—what? Why not?”

“Because,” I said, peeking out into the hallway. “If the girls are near the docks, it'd be better to exit that way.”

Gaping after me, Claudine took a small step. “Flora, you can't be serious.”

Tightening my jaw, I leveled her with the most severe expression I could muster. “If you don't want to be saved, I can't force you. But those other women? I'm sure they'd love to know
someone
cared about them enough to try and help.”

My sister watched me, never blinking. Perhaps she wanted to say more, or was expecting me to. After this, I'd never come back, and the chance would be gone.

She never took the opportunity.

Neither did I.

Turning my back, I slid out of the room. The hallway's gorgeous rugs were splattered with gore. Claudine hadn't lied, this was a battle scene. Men leaned on walls, clasping their chests as their eyes stared at nothing. No one was around to stop me.

The back, she said they were...

Rounding the corner, hunching as he stared over his shoulder, Tully ran my way. He hadn't seen me, and clearly, he wasn't expecting to. The large man was nearly on me, his weight making it hard for him to slow down, when he finally twisted.

In the very centers of his eyes, I saw his surprise turn into hatred.

Skidding on his polished shoes, his gun whipped my way. “You!” he snarled, pacing closer as I backed up with my hands held high. “You little fucking liar! You
did
come here with backup!”

Backup? What was he talking about? Frantically I shook my head, my gaze frozen on the pistol that would cut my life into ribbons. “No, I didn't—”

Curling his lip, he advanced on me, a hand winding in my hair. Screaming, I started to struggle on reflex. The icy metal of the pistol, jamming under my chin, stopped the noise short. “Wait,” I said, my hands at my sides, unsure where to go. “Don't do this. I don't know who's attacking you guys, but I have nothing to do with it!”

“I don't fucking care.” Yanking me further down the hall, Tully terrified me with every jolting step. What if he slipped and put a bullet through my skull? “You're coming with me. I'm getting on the boat, and if anyone tries to stop me, you'll make a perfect shield.”

In my mind's eye, I imagined how he'd hold me up, the lead slugs of other guns studding me like a new leather vest.

Sweating profusely, I willed myself to come up with a plan. I needed to stall. “What—what about Claudine? I thought she was special to you, why not go back and bring her along?”

Choking me as he hurried, Tully laughed. “That bitch isn't anymore special than a regular pair of thighs with a hole between them.” Lowering his mouth to my ear, he made a low noise that would always haunt my nightmares. “You'll be just as good for sticking my cock in, dear girl. Assuming you don't become a corpse, first.”

Tully was laughing, the air punctuated by the occasional gunfire, but it all felt so far away.
No,
I thought firmly. I'd said I wouldn't become a slave. I'd only come this far to save my sister, and that was done with. I would never let this man use me like this.

I'd die first.

In my fingers, the razor I yanked from my pocket moved smoothly. Tully squealed, throwing me aside as he cradled his bleeding wrist. But I wasn't done; I knew running wasn't enough.

As he hunched low, grimacing, I slammed into his shoulder. The fat man stumbled, I began ripping at the gun in his injured grip. This wasn't someone who was used to being attacked; he had money, and money paid for others to endure the brutality of the world.

Stunned, he released the gun—but he wasn't finished with me. Rushing forward, his full weight pushed me into the nearest wall. Air fled my lungs, my chest straining as I wheezed. With sparks in my eyes, I fumbled to hold the gun, his blood making it slick.

“You little bitch!” he screamed, his knee catching my side.

Moaning, I understood he was going to steal back the pistol. I was too out of it to hang on. In a moment of reaction, I did what I could—I threw it to the side. At least, this way, I could run when he bolted for it.

But Tully wasn't a cartoon bad guy. He made no move to go after the gun. Coiling his hand in my thick hair, he slammed the back of my skull into the wall. The whine in my eardrums was immense.

Dazed, I scratched at his face, cutting his cheek. He retaliated by throwing me to the floor. Then, just as fast, he ripped me back up. Scrabbling for his eyes was my last effort. Tully captured my wrists and pinned me against the wallpaper.

Panting heavily, he glared at me, our noses grinding. “You're dead, girl. After I drag you out of here, fuck you till you
bleed,
I'm going to cut you up and feed you to the fucking gators and—”

“No,” the low voice said beside us. “You won't be doing that.”

Wavering, I turned, focusing in disbelief on the sight in front of me. I didn't have the power to speak, so Tully did it for me. “Claudine?” he asked warily. “What are you doing?”

Holding the blood-soaked gun high, she kept it so steady on Tully that I would never have known she was a twitching heroin addict. “Let her go, Tully.”

He glanced at me, but didn't ease his hold. “Listen, my sweet girl,” he crooned at my sister. “Don't do anything stupid. You wouldn't want to make a mistake.”

The bold, brave sincerity that lived in my sister's stare was something I hadn't seen in far too long. I didn't want to hope, because hope had failed me before, but this... was this really happening?

Lowering her eyebrows, she said, “I already made one mistake. I won't do it again, believe me.” In her confident fingers, the trigger squeezed.

The explosion deafened me, but I was already woozy from lack of oxygen. Tully's head whipped back as the bullet slammed through his forehead, his body crumpling. Gasping for air, I slid to the floor, coughing while I clutched my chest.

Claudine ran to my side, crouching as she kept the gun on Tully. It was pointless; the man would never move again. “Are you alright?” she asked me, gripping my shoulders so she could study me.

Those eyes were the same ones that had laughed with me as we rode together.

Eyes that had consoled me when our parents fought.

The face of the sister I loved to my core.

Shuddering, I grabbed her hands. “Flora,” she started to say. Wrapping my arms around her body, I leaned into her torso and sobbed. “Flora,” she said again, concern cracking her voice. “What is it, are you hurt?”

Rubbing my eyes, I pulled away. “No,” I said quickly. My smile was unstoppable. My tears more so. “I'm not hurt. Not anymore.”

It had happened.

The impossible had happened.

In the end, my sister was the saint I'd always known her to be. As close had we'd come to our bitter end, she'd turned around and fought back. I couldn't hate her for her mistakes, not when she showed where her loyalty really lied.

All I wanted to do was sit there and hug her, enjoying the shade of my sister that was peeking out of the clouds. Down the halls, more gunfire and voices warned us that this wasn't over with.

“We have to go,” she said, kicking Tully's gun aside. The sight reminded me.

Standing, I crouched by the dead man. “Wait, give me one second.” I'd seen a corpse searched so many times. This was my first, and I was no longer hesitant. I knew what was at stake; fear had no place in these halls.

Digging through his pockets, I yanked Ronin's gun free. Tully must have forgotten he'd even had it. That, or when faced down by the revenge-fueled Claudine, he'd frozen.

“Please,” she urged, hovering over me. “We need to run!”

Gritting my teeth, I found what I was looking for. In my fingers, the well-worn photograph was as good as any energy boost.
And just recently, I never wanted to see this again.
Baffled by the turn of events, I shoved the photo in my khakis and stood.

Claudine grabbed my wrist, yanking me down the hall. I saw we were going back towards where I'd come in through the window, and I dug my heels in, wrenching her back. “No!” I snapped. “I'm not escaping without the other girls!”

Deep in the indents of her blue irises, I glimpsed more of the old Claudine; the woman who had shown me how to be brave. Turning in place, she guided me down another path. “Alright, but we need to hurry! This place is going to hell.”

Our feet stomped, all pretense of being sly vanishing. There was enough noise rocketing through the mansion that we were better off moving fast instead of tempting fate. Claudine was right, the longer we waited, the more of a chance there was that we'd be caught.

Killed.

Crushing her fingers in mine, I hoisted Ronin's gun and pushed harder. I had no clue where we were going, and I started to wonder if Claudine really did, either. Each time we came to a bend in the halls, she'd hesitate, leading us deeper.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked, my lungs starting to burn.

“Every way I wanted to go is packed with the Knights. We'll need to go to the front, get outside and come in through the backyard!”