“That’s awful,” she said, her entire demeanor changing. “I’m sorry that happened to her, but I’m not yourmom.”
She stood and crossed the room, leaving me gobsmacked. Yeah, she was right. I really didn’tunderstand.
“She ended up getting killed,” I said, rising to my feet. “She stayed, and she got raped and murdered by a rival club. He used her death as an excuse to go to war with them. Then he tried to sell me as a sex slave on my eighteenth birthday. Harley is just like Marini, Sam.He’s just likehim.”
Sam hesitated, her hand trembling on thedoorknob.
“If you want to get out, I can help you,” I pleaded. “Don’t let it come tothat.”
She turned, a smile plastered on her battered face. A smile that never reached hereyes.
“Harley loves me,” she declared, robotically. “He’ll protect me. Don’t worry, Sloane. Everything will be okay. You’llsee.”
Then sheleft.