Page 23 of Jagger
Never become the prey.
"So, you do have her," I say, looking around with feigned interest. "For sale, I assume?"
That's all it takes to get Lawson hot under the collar. I can see the dollar signs in his eyes.
Fucking prick.
"For the right price." Lawson licks his lips and studies me. "Seventy percent up front. The rest after—just to make sure you leave her in a decent condition for the others. Oh, and I film it."
There will be no fucking others.
"How much to buy herfromyou? I've wanted her for a while," I remark, trying to look eager. Perverts reek of desperation, especially when presented with pussy.
Lawson laughs. "You couldn't afford it."
I don't even flinch. "Try me."
"Two million." Lawson watches me, and I try to look shocked.
"That's…" I huff out a breath. "A lot of money."
Lawson shrugs. "For the girl of your dreams, it isn't."
I pace the room and pretend to give it some thought. "If I can get that kind of cash, she'll be mine forever? No stealing her away again?"
Lawson’s greedy eyes widen. “Scouts honor.”
I don't believe him, but it doesn't matter. I'm the one with the power here.
"But you have to fuck her now."
Shit, he suspects I'm trying to save her.The realization that he is telling me I'm going to have to rape her to free her makes me feel nauseous, but I'll do whatever I have to do to get her away from him.
But raping Molly?The thought makes me gag. I've never raped anyone, and I detest the bastards that do. Bastards like Lawson.
Fuck!
I turn to gaze at Lawson and nod, whipping my phone out. "I’ll send you one million now. One million after she leaves. What are your details?"
Lawson looks ecstatic, selling Molly's freedom like it's his to sell. He splutters his details, and I tap away on my phone, looking up at him.
"Now, show me where she is."
"You're not going to make it nice for her, are you?" Lawson asks with a frown, crossing his arms suspiciously.
This. Cunt.
"No, of course not." I snort.
I'm so sorry, Molly.
He mutters something before checking his phone. He practically drools over his bank balance, the sick fuck.
"Right, this way. Do what you like with her."
And just like that, I'm on my way to ruin Molly's life.
We descend some stone steps, the scent of musty bricks and dust filling the air. He unlocks a heavy-duty padlock before striding into a dark room, turning on a light that illuminates the figure on the bed.
