You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 146

They were evil dressed in wealth, walking proof that somewhere along the line, they must have sold their hearts for gold. And of all their obsessions, I was their highest prize.

They stopped in front of me, their gazes shifting to the Brothers behind me. The moment they realized they were late, their eyes darkened to storm.

"We want her, Co," Marshall said, shoving a hand through his messy hair with irritation.

I didn't need to look over my shoulder to know the Hollow Brothers didn't flinch.

Coltin answered, "We wouldn't throw the kind of money we did if we didn't."

The Ash Twins looked at Blayne who appeared to be enjoying this.

"I thought we had an understanding," Mayor's voice cut low.

Blayne only shrugged. "You'd have to forgive me. I wasn't sure you'd show, and I don't like losing both sides of the coin."

My nails dug into my palms, hating that I was being bartered like a commodity. However, I couldn't begin to explain how relieved I was that the bid had already come to an end.

The Hollow Brothers moved closer, claiming their ground beside me, their cold eyes leveled at the monsters in front of us. The air thickened with heat, their enmity crackling like static. I wondered if they'd always been enemies or it only started because of me.

"Move it, Zerali." Corbin's voice cut harshly as he brushed past me.

The Ash Twins looked at me as I passed, dark promises written clear in their stares. I held my breath, but it wasn't enough. Flashes still ripped through my mind: my screams, blood, pain.

I didn't breathe again until I was past them, relief escaping in one long exhale.

And as I followed the Hollow Brothers to one of Blayne's vacant rooms, a thought settled at the back of my mind: all of these men were dangerous. Monsters in their own right. And yet, they had all fled from one man.

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Today was one of those days when Blayne simply wanted me close.

I'd been hoping I'd get a lot of rest after my time with the Hollow Brothers last night. Unfortunately, I was summoned to his room just when I'd finished having breakfast.

It was still early. The masked cleaners were still working. One of them with a mop stopped mid-swipe, her gaze glued to me as I walked by.

The masked cleaners didn't live here. Only came and left every morning. I always wondered why they had masks on. Like they didn't want their faces to be seen and recognized out there in the real world. I guess that'd be for the other girls who'd be lucky enough to get out of here.

Every lady in this place was just like me—trapped by Blayne for one reason or the other and forced to serve him with their bodies.

Blayne's room was ridiculously large for a bedroom. He had company. A man I didn't know.

Their conversation died as I entered. The stranger's eyes slid over me, hungry and unashamed. Blayne's gaze, in contrast, brimmed with pride, like a collector admiring his rarest treasure.

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