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“She wasn’t his to discipline,”Mr. Fox replied, stepping away fromDwayne to face the other two, a snarl forming on his lips.“Are we going to have a problem?”
A heavy tension filled the air as the two men looked at each other,holding a silent conversation. For a moment, I was forgotten about, and a little voice in the back of my head said now would be my opportunity to sneak out, but I knew I wouldn’t get far. Not in these shoes at least.
“No. No problem. Dwayne hadthatcoming,”the man standing said,instantly dispelling the tension.
“Remind me never to get on the wrong side of you, Mr. Fox,”theother man added, chuckling.
“Good. If that’s everything,”Mr. Fox said, turning and dismissing themen before they could speak again.
He met my eyes, his still emotionless as he stepped over Dwayne’sprone body, and opened the door. As he walked past me, his scent hit me, anddespite being more scared than I’d ever been in my life, I couldn’t help but admire it. A woodsy scent mixed with spice, making my pulse spike once more.
“Let’s go, Cora,”he said, surprising methathe knew my name.
Knowing I had no choice in the matter, I kept my head down as Ifollowed him out of the office and into the hallway. Itseemedlike he’d taken pity on me for not being able to walk in the shoes as he moved slowly.Eventhough my head was down, I could feel him looking over his shoulder every so often to make sure I was keeping up.
By the time we reached another door, I was sure my heart wouldgallop straight out of my chest with how hard it was beating. When he opened the door and stepped out, bright sunlight streamed in and almost blinded me from where I’d been kept in darkness for the past few days.
I crossed my arms over my chest, notthatI was cold, but because inthe light, I was more than aware of how revealing my clothes were, and I didn’t want anyone to see my body.
Not after what Dwayne did when he saw me naked.
As my eyes gradually focused, my racing heart stoppedbeating altogether when I found a black car with blacked-out windows waiting, and once again my feet refused to move any further.
Noticing I wasn’t behind him, Mr. Fox took two steps back to where Iwas frozen on the spot. As he took me in, his features softened, and warmth filled his eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Cora. I promise you, you’re safe withme.”His voice was soft,calming, as if he was talking to a wounded animal, and it made me want to believe him. I wanted to believethathe wouldn’t hurt me andthatI was safe with him.
But I didn’t believe it.
Not one little bit
Chapter 3
Fox
They’d dressed her up like a whore, and I fucking hated it. Mainlybecause of the reaction to seeing her dressed likethatwas having on my cock.
If it wasn’t for the pure terror written all over her face, I could haveeasily imagined stripping her naked and spending hours tracing every inch of her body, but the poor girl was visibly shaking in her slutty shoes.
“Here.”I shrugged out of my jacket and handed it to her. Her eyeswidened as if she couldn’t quite believe someone was showing her a shred of humanity, and it made me want to murder her fucking father all the more.
“Please, Cora. Take it,”I said softly, when after a few seconds shehadn’t moved, her arms still wrapped around her tiny body.
Tentatively, she reached out and took the jacket, pulling her handaway as quickly as possible as if she thought I would take the opportunity to grab her.
I was going to have my work cut out earning her trust, but I would.From the minute I saw the photo of her, she’d taken residence in my head.
It had taken less than twelve hours to get the meeting with the Dukebrothers arranged. They’d refused to sell her at first, but when I offered double the asking price, they realized they would have been stupid to refuse.
A million dollars for Cora, but I would have paidevenmore if it meantgetting her out ofthathellhole.
She wrapped the jacket around her frame, the material swamping herand almost reaching her knees. Once her body was covered up, she offered me a small, appreciative smile, and fuck, did it make my heart thump harder.
Her picture didn’t do her justice. Cora Clarke was fucking stunning inthe flesh.
If I had my way, I would have picked her up and carried her so shedidn’t have to stagger the rest of the way to the car in the vulgar shoes she’d been made to wear. But I didn’t want to frighten her. She was already looking likeBambiin headlights, and the last thing I wanted to do was spook her.
Once she was swaddled in my jacket, her bodyseemedto uncoil thetiniest amount, but the second I unlocked the doors to my Dodge Challenger, her body tensed again, and her bottom lip wobbled. She threw a look over her shoulder, staring back at the placethathad been her prison for the last few days.
