Chapter 80 Chapter 80
Chapter 80
Nina’s POV
The red lights in the X room made everything look bloody. My knees still stung where the skin had split open. The leather straps bit into my wrists and ankles. I could feel the small cuts from earlier burning every time I breathed too deep. The beautiful woman sat on the bed like she owned the air itself. Her red dress caught the light and made her skin glow. She crossed her legs slow, one heel dangling. The other woman in black stood frozen in the corner, eyes on the floor.
I swallowed hard. My voice came out shaky but I forced the words anyway.
“You should at least play a song for me,” I said. “I can’t dance to nothing.”
The big boss lady smiled. Slow. Like she found me amusing. She lifted one finger and signaled to one of the men by the door. He nodded quick and touched his earpiece.
A second later the music changed. Deep bass rolled through the hidden speakers. The Weeknd. That song I always played in the shower when no one could see me. The one that made me feel sexy and free for three minutes.
I closed my eyes.
The beat hit my chest. I let my body move the way it did at home. Hips rolling soft. Arms sliding up. Head tilting back. Hair falling over my shoulders. For a few seconds I forgot the straps. Forgot the blood. Forgot the fear. It was just me and the music like always.
The big boss lady laughed. Low and warm. “You’re cute,” she said. “I like you. I will keep you for myself tonight.”
My eyes snapped open mid-spin. The words hit me like cold water.
“No. No. No,” I said fast. “I’m not a lesbian.”
She smirked. Leaned back on the bed. Eyes sparkling with something dangerous and amused.
“You don’t have to be, darling. All women are bisexuals.”
The words hung there. My stomach dropped. Panic rushed up my throat so fast I almost choked. I would rather get busted by the guys than lose my virginity to a woman. The thought made my skin crawl.
I swallowed hard. My fingers found the earring. I tapped it twice. Panic button. Clear signal. Come get me. Now.
The big boss lady watched me lazy. “Are you done dancing? You have to choose between pleasuring me and being fed to the hounds. They haven’t eaten for three weeks now. The other lady in black finished her fun. Besides, you cost me money for that useless performance. My club is known for perfection. You know what to do if you don’t want to be in debt.”
Debt.
That word hit harder than any whip. It was the reason I was here. The reason my life got ripped apart. The reason three men owned me. I hated it more than anything.
I kept quiet. Lips pressed tight. Prayed the guys heard everything. Prayed they were already moving. Prayed they would burst through that door and pull me out.
The big boss lady sighed. Long. Tired. Her phone kept buzzing on the bed beside her. She glanced at it once. Then looked at me again.
“I’m taking this party home,” she said. “I need some time to myself.” She stood up smooth. Adjusted her dress. “Here will look like business.”
For one short minute I thought she forgot about me. She walked toward the door. Phone still buzzing in her hand.
Then she turned. Looked straight at me.
“Follow me.”
I blinked. “Where are we going?”
“You talk too much,” she said. But she smiled. Small. Almost kind. “My house.”
Her face showed she was slightly tired. Eyes softer for half a second. Then she masked it again. Back to cool and in control.
My mind flipped fast. This was actually good news. Her house. Away from the club. Maybe I would see something new. Something useful. Something the boys could use. I tapped the earring again. Whispered quick.
“Abort mission.”
I hoped they heard.
I followed her out of the room. Heels clicking behind her. Knees still burning. Blood dried stiff on my skin. The hallway felt longer now. Red lights fading behind us.
Outside the club the night air hit cool and sharp. Five black Benz waited in a line. Engines purring low. Bodyguards stood straight. Doors open.
The big boss lady walked straight to a pink Lamborghini. Glossy. Low. Dangerous looking. She slid into the driver seat. Then looked at me.
“You. With me.”
It felt odd. Three other girls from the club were already climbing into the black cars. Bodyguards everywhere. But she wanted me right beside her.
I got in the passenger seat. The leather was soft. Smelled expensive. I looked around careful. Pretended I was just admiring the car. Eyes scanning the dash. The glove box. Anywhere a silver flash drive might hide.
“Nice car,” I said. Voice light.
She started the engine. It growled smooth.
“Are you a car girl?” she asked.
I smiled. Real one this time. “Well, I’m into F1. Because of the hot drivers. The juicy drama surrounding them. And they are so hot. The fashion too. All that crazy stuff.”
I actually grinned. First real smile in hours.
She laughed soft. Looked at me sideways while she pulled out. The convoy of black Benz followed close behind.
“You’re so naive,” she said. “I will have fun with you tonight. And if you please me I will get you one. Any color of your choice.”
I couldn’t control my mouth.
“Girl, who are you?” Because she just casually offered to buy me a Lamborghini.