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CHAPTER 2

TAYLOR

I gasped in shock when a bucket of water was poured on my bare skin and I opened my eyes to see I was surrounded by four middle aged women I'd never met in my life.

I was naked and they were all washing me up and I gasped again as I registered what was going on. I was naked! With four unrecognizable women!

“Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

“Is this is a fucking joke or do you actually mean it when you say you're the nicest? You lots kidnapped me and sold me off like it's normal and you're telling me you're the nicest? That has to be the biggest fucking joke of the year. I'm a hostage!” I screamed while my body vibrated with maximum rage.

Then I heard the cocking of a gun immediately and I froze with my breath held in fear when it was pressed against my chest by another of the women who was in a black apron. She looked lifeless and I knew that with one bullet straight to the heart, I'd be dead.

“Imagine having your body found here. Dead… and naked” the lifeless looking woman began and I began to shiver.

“You'll probably be found months after tonight and your body would be completely decayed by then. That would be very humiliating, don't you think?” She asked and I gulped in horror.

“Now, Mr Rover paid for you to be his doll and whatever Mr Rover wants, he always gets because he's the most ruthless mafia lord I've ever seen but also the best person to buy you compared to all the men out there. So you'd better thank your fucking stars for picking his interest”

“What the… are you telling me that I should be happy Mr Rover wants me? Why on earth would…”

“Speak one more time and I'll fucking kill ya. I dare ya, bitch” The third woman among them yelled at me and I froze again when the lifeless looking woman pressed the gun harder against my skin.

“I'm sorry. I won't question you again” I shivered even more after I had my life threatened for the third time that night and they all grinned at me before they returned to washing me up like they didn't just tell me they would kill me.

And that left me wondering while they poured another bucket of cold water on my head. If they were the nicest here, how dangerous were the rest of the people I'd meet? What if I eventually got killed?

They dressed me in a very short and red stoned sleeveless dress. Then they had my hair curled and held up in a messy bun as a few tendrils of my locks fell over my face which was made up with smokey eye makeup and bloody red lipstick.

I couldn't even recognize myself anymore when I looked in the mirror.

Without a word, they pulled me away to another room and there awaited three huge men. Obviously guards, since they had two guns strapped to their waists each.

I took a step back when my eyes met with that of one of them and a fear I'd never felt before creeped into my heart when he smiled at me… lustfully.

I turned around to run out of the room but one of them caught me easily and wrapped his thick arm around my waist to stop me from leaving while I wailed and cried for help.

Then the lifeless looking woman walked toward me and slapped me hard across the face before she looked me right in the eyes.

“Throw a tantrum again and I will definitely be killing you tonight. Understood?” She hissed and there went the fourth threat for the night.

Unable to do anything to save myself, I let them lead me out of the building and into a car and I saw it was still nighttime when they began to drive away from the abandoned building where I was just sold.

Which meant it was just hours ago that Malcolm gave me away after he drugged me to pass out. The thought of that filled my eyes with tears again but I couldn't cry if I didn't want to be killed.

So I sniffed back my tears and shrunk myself into the car seat while I awaited my inevitable misfortune of becoming a mafia lord's doll in a few minutes.

Just then, the guard who lustfully smiled at me back in the building, placed his hand on my bare thigh and squeezed and I looked at him to see he had a predatory look in his eyes.

“Wanna have some fun?” He asked sultrily and fresh rage blinded me.

“Get your filthy hand off me” I snapped and his smile disappeared before he growled and slapped me across the face. Then he slapped me two more times on the same cheek and surprisingly, I didn't pass out.

While I sobbed in silence as my face streaked with mascara. He wouldn't stop mocking me along with his fellow guards in the front seat but finally, we arrived at a mansion I assumed to belong to this Mr Rover and I rushed out of the car just to get away from them.

The guards called for me while I scurried away toward the mansion but then I tripped and fell and my knees scraped against the graveled ground, causing me to hiss in pain as I sustained injuries.

Immediately, the double doors to the mansion swept open and I looked up to see the most devilishly handsome man ever walking out of the building with a gun and a silencer in his hands.

Staring at him in both fear and awe as he walked toward the guards who had their heads bowed down to him while they stood beside me, I wondered.

Was that… the infamous Mr Rover I'd been hearing about all night?