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He grabbed his clothes and started to walk off as I gaped at him, not knowing what the hell had bitten him on the ass.
“Spider, what are you talking about?”
“Forcing myself on you.Knew better than to take you the way I did.”
That’s what he thought?Men were so stupid at times.“Idiota.”
He froze and turned to face me.“Excuse me?”
“No, you’re not excused.Not even a little.I was talking about you forcing me to stay away from you, to pick someone younger because you seem to think it makes them better.You’re wrong.Being with a younger man will only trigger my fear.”
He took a deep breath before approaching me.“Trigger your fear.”
I nodded.
“Because only younger men hurt you?”
“Some were close to my father’s age, but yes.Most were younger.Some still young enough to be considered boys, but already being groomed to turn into soulless brutes like their fathers.”
We stared at each other for a few minutes before something flashed in his eyes.
“Violeta.Has she suffered like you?”he asked.
I nodded slowly.Spider cursed and dug into the clothing in his arms.He pulled out a phone and dropped his clothing, tossing the leather vest onto the table again, before pacing in the kitchen.
“Rocket, be extra careful with Violeta.Things aren’t as they seem, and nothing we’ve been told is the truth.She’s damaged and I can’t predict what she may be thinking or feeling right now.Whatever you do, treat her kindly and speak softly to her.I’m calling Church.Be there in an hour.”
I didn’t hear what the other man said, but Spider mentioned something about Prospects watching us.I remembered the man who brought us here wearing a patch that saidProspecton it.He’d been young.Close to my age if I had to guess, which had terrified Violeta and kept me on guard as well.
“Spider,” I said softly.
He glanced at me, stopping in the middle of his conversation.
“If the men you’re leaving with us are like the one who drove us here, then it will terrify Violeta.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose.“Rocket, bring her to the clubhouse.I’m going to call Fox and make sure the place is cleared before we take the girls there.”
Spider disconnected the call and made another, to Fox I presumed, and I heard him tell the man to make sure the whores were gone.Whores?Ice filled my veins.
“You keep whores here?”I asked, taking a step back.
“What?”His eyes narrowed, then he smiled a little.“Not the way you’re thinking.We call the easy club pussy ‘whores’.The women are there voluntarily and get off on being used by a lot of men.I know you probably can’t understand that after everything you’ve been through, but there are women who like jumping from one dick to another.Or sometimes more than one at the same time.None of the women are abused or forced.”
I tried to calm my racing heart, processing what he’d said.
“There’s a bathroom across from your bedroom.You should get cleaned up and change before we have to go.”He turned and walked away, leaving his clothes in the middle of the floor and his vest on the table.I picked them up and followed him to the back of the house, pausing in the doorway of what had to be his bedroom.
I heard a shower running and saw his bathroom was just an open archway, but the shower was designed so that I couldn’t see him.Just a tiled wall.I moved farther into the room and found his laundry hamper, placing his dirty things inside.Except the leather vest with all his patches and his title.That I draped over the foot of the bed.I didn’t think he’d even realized he’d left it, but I’d noticed he treated it with care.
There were a few other rumpled clothing items on the floor, so I picked them up and shoved them into the hamper too.I straightened his bed and then went back to the kitchen to pick up my things.I walked upstairs and went into the bathroom.Whoever had picked out the bedding must have stocked the bathroom too.He’d called her a club girl.Had he meant one of the whores he’d spoken about on the phone?Or someone else?
The vanilla-scented soap was a little much for me and made me sneeze, but I used it since there wasn’t anything else.The shampoo was a plain, unscented generic one that I knew would leave my hair snarled and rough.He’d mentioned making a list of things I needed, and I hoped he’d let me pick out new bathroom items as well as my favorite foods.Although I wasn’t certain I could get the ingredients for my favorite meals here.I had to remember I wasn’t in Colombia anymore.
I wrapped a towel around me, purple like the bedding, and went back into the room he’d given me.I pulled out the leggings and shirt I’d stuffed inside, as well as a clean bra and panties.Once I was dressed and had pulled my hair up again, I made my way downstairs.I didn’t know what to expect.Would Spider acknowledge what happened between us?Or would he be gruff and standoffish again?I could tell he hadn’t wanted me here, maybe still didn’t.
I thought about Violeta.She’d been terrified of what her life here would be like.She was only seventeen, but that hadn’t mattered to our father or his men.Her innocence hadn’t spared her from his form of punishment.My heart ached that I hadn’t been able to save her or Sofia.At least Violeta was close enough I could comfort her, but Sofia had gone to another club.I’d heard the President speak to Casper VanHorne about a marriage.I hoped that meant Sofia would be cherished and loved.Surely Mr.VanHorne wouldn’t have placed her in the care of some unfeeling man, not after he’d done his best to get me and Violeta into the Hades Abyss.I just hadn’t realized at the time it would be a safe location, a place where we didn’t have to live in fear.
Spider was at the front door, his hands shoved into his pockets.He’d put the leather vest back on over a sleeveless black shirt that showed off the tattoos on his arms.He might claim to be old and out of shape, but his arms were still muscular, and I hadn’t detected an ounce of fat on him when he’d been naked in the kitchen.Despite the age differences between us I found him to be attractive, and now that I’d had a taste of the pleasure he could give me, I wanted more.
