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"So, anyway, I paid him off and sent him out of town."
Silence.
"Why?" Colton sounds like he's being choked. "For her?"
I continue to swivel on the chair. "No."
"You're lying, dickhead. How much?"
"Two million. It wasn't for her."
"Then who was it for?" Colton tilts his head and studies me. "For you, Jagger?"
I turn to gaze at him and find him staring at me, looking pissed. "It's just a bit of fun."
"Fun," Colton echoes, shaking his head. "Two million for a bit offun?"
I nod.
"What kind of fun?" Colton looks interested, just as I knew he would be.
Fuck.
Molly isn't important to me. I need to make sure my heart knows that.
"I wanted to break her." I surprise myself with my words, wondering how much further the girl could be broken and why I said that.
I don't give a flying fuck about my reputation, but if I don't take control, Colton will. Mainly because he thinks she used to be a hooker.
Colton grins and leans back, relaxed now he knows what is happening.
"Sounds good. How far did you get with that?"
I remember burying myself inside her, listening to her cry—how she looked at me after.
"I succeeded."
16
MOLLY
I can't stay hidden in this dingy motel forever, but I don't have anywhere else to go. I can't even try and leave town because the cops are looking for me because of fucking Marley. I didn't even try to hurt him—I shoved past him in desperation to get away.
Only to end up with Lawson.
Hatred soars deep within me, and I vow to make him pay. I'm sick of being used and abused because of him—I'm not his toy. Yet, since I was young, he's chosen to hurt me again and again.
No more.
Still, I wonder what made him release me. Lawson had no intention of doing that—I know because he told me how many men he had lined up ready to fuck a high school senior. But then Jagger turned up…
Jagger.
That fucking piece of shit that paid to fuck me. That let Lawson film the whole thing… I close my eyes and rest my head against the wall, pulling my knees to my chest.
I can still remember how he looked at me and whispered he was sorry. Calling me baby, like he wanted me. He wanted me so badly that he paid.
Why?
