Page 280 of Chandelier Sin
We gathered around the side of the club, out of sight.
There, across the street, waited Rylee and another brunette. They both motioned to us frantically, gesturing toward two luxury buses parked next to the curb.
A few of the woman held back, unsure.
“Jewel doesn’t know about this,” I said, facing them. “I promise to make this up to each and every one of you, in every way I can.”
They bolted towards the buses, and after they had all safely boarded them, I offered Rylee a big hug of gratitude.
Rylee and her friend each boarded one of the buses, ready to escort them and help with whatever was needed. Soon, they’d bedriven to an undisclosed location where a medical team was waiting on standby.
Atticus and I stood on the curb and watched them drive away.
My heart filled with relief, with hope, with every emotion conceivable.
“They’re safe,” I whispered.
“Thanks to you,” said Atticus.
“Not just me.”
“Now I have to be nice to Rylee. That’s gonna hurt.”
This felt cathartic, watching them get away, knowing I had a hand in their escape.
I’d lived a life of confinement, too. I knew a little of what they’d gone through.
“Who was that with Rylee?”
“Lotte,” Atticus said. “A Dominatrix at Chrysalis.”
“Thank her for me.”
“I will.” He glanced over. “You’ll get a better introduction soon.”
“Thank you, Atticus.”
He shot me a look. “I’ll go get your ring back.”
I grabbed his wrist. “Amelia is no less a victim.”
“Not so sure about that. Anyway, if Greyson finds her…”
She was meant to meet me on the sixth floor, out of harm’s way.
“I should go,” I said.
“Straight to Cameron’s,” he said. “Once Jewel discovers what we’ve done it won’t be safe for you.”
We remained standing on the curb for a few more minutes, soaking in the sense of accomplishment, allowing the unrelenting stress to lift a little.
Then Atticus and I headed over to my Ferrari.
He opened the door for me. “How’s the car?”
“It’s a lovely drive.”
“Aemon told me he was getting this for you.”
