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Why did he have to say anything? Did he not know better? That was like dangling cheese in front of a mouse, then telling them to ignore it. Now all I could think about was who was Nikolai?

“I mean it, Nova,” he warned with a firm finger. “You heard nothing.”

Did he know I had ears?

“Ugh, fine.” I sighed when his serious stare hardened. “I heard nothing.”

Except a name and possible plan.

“In fact,” Romeo’s voice carried out into the hall. “Send a couple of girls to his room to keep him occupied. Russian fuck likes to complain, but he has no problem using our merchandise.”

I definitely heard that. “Did he just refer to girls as merchandise?”

“How else would you refer to them?”

Was that a serious question? “Um, as girls. You can’t own people.”

“And yet, you sold yourself.”

Oh, I was going to beat him right after I shoved my bat in Romeo’s face.

“That was different. I made a deal. I didn’t sell myself into sexual slavery.”

“Says the girl who spent all weekend getting fucked by the guy she sold herself to.”

And now Gio and his big mouth were on my bat beating list.

Lifting my hand, I pointed my weapon at Atlee. “You’re lucky I want to hurt Romeo more than you.”

After which, I marched through the open door.

The room I entered was not what I expected. I thought maybe it was an office or bedroom, but this place was neither. A pair of deep brown leather chairs sat in the middle with a matching couch and a of table with various crystal decanters.

On the left side was a desk and bookshelf, while on the right housed some kind of cabinet with stained glass. There was probably some rich person name for this room, like the parlor or grand sitting room, but I was going to call it the Romeo got his ass beat room.

Two men were in here, both of whom turned to look at me. The really big guy sitting in a chair I recognized as the same one that hit on me the other day, and Romeo, who was standing next to a table at the far end.

My glare locked on Romeo as my grip tightened on the bat. “I want to talk to you.”

The big guy cocked a brow while Romeo sipped on a drink and completely ignored me, like I wasn’t even there.

That was fine with me. He didn’t need to acknowledge me. I wasn’t leaving until I got my point across.

“You better stay away from my sister!”

And what did Romeo do when I pointed the bat at him? Absolutely nothing. He didn’t even cock a brow. The only thing he didn’t do was lean to the side to look past me at Atlee.

“What the fuck is she doing here?”

Atlee smiled back at him. “Oh, she’s here to kick your ass.”

“And you brought her up here?”

“I sure did.”

Did they not see me standing here? I was pretty threatening. “Hello?”

“Pipe down Doll Face,” The big guy uttered. “The adults are talking.”

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