Chapter 63: Untitled Chapter

GIANNA

I'd been sitting right there on the stairs busy eavesdropping. To be totally honest I was only half listening, but at first I really was alert as I soaked in all this new information despite most of it not making much of a sense to me.

But I was determined to learn what secrets they are keeping away from me. Knowing information is power and I'm desperate to find a way out.

Only it didn't take long for my exhaustion to crawl up at me, I was fighting sleep to hear everything, wrapped up in the duvet, my back leaning against the railing.

Every slight movement I made sent a jolt of pain to my brain from my butt, reminding me of Dane, of the soreness between my thighs.

I didn't know when I'd began drifting off only to startle awake, that's when I heard it.

The words that sapped all the sleep from my eyes. And make my inside shrivel with dread, standing up on shaking feet.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say? You are prostitutes?!” I asked with a voice full of shock and uncertainty not sure if I heard that right or I was simply mistaken.

They both turned simultaneously to stare at me. For the longest seconds they didn't say a single word, only shared a secret glance that grated on my nerves as I waited for confirmation or denial.

Strangely, for some weird fuck-up reason I don't even know, there's a part of me that was desperately hoping that I was wrong, that my sleep deprived brain had heard wrong and I didn't just hear Dane say they are prostitutes.

But the other part, that stubborn part of me that will never allow me to bury my head in sand, insisted that I heard that dread was unfurling inside me, my throat clogged with so many emotions.

“Are you guys suddenly deaf or something?” I asked a little impatiently. Jax sighs then rubs his face.

“How long have you been sitting here, listening in on our conversation?” he asked, his face blank.

“Long enough, you haven't answered my question,” I said, staring at one brother then the other.

“Come sit, I'll make you something to eat. I know you haven't had anything today. When you're done then we can talk.”

Did he honestly think I'll be able to eat right now? Just the thought of food is making me nauseous.

“I'm good, not hungry. Enough stalling Jax, Just answer the fucking question.”

“Watch it! he warned, all dominant.

“If you don't want to eat that's okay, but you'll sit your ass down first. Then we'll talk.”

Dane pulled a chair out for me as they both were waiting for me to walk down and sit. They weren't going to budge on this, at this point I was doubtful I'd heard what Dane had said.

There's no way these guys could be prostitutes, but where did they learn all those things that makes me crazy with need, unless they've had experience with other women before.

I shake my head dislodging that thought. I'm not going to think about them with other women who might probably be their customers, if what I heard Dane said was current.

Something bitter coated the back of my heart. I'm wrong, I had to be they can't…can't be. I denied putting an end to my thoughts waiting for Jax or Dane to clear things up.

But why is it that I couldn't rid myself of the dread churning inside. I narrowed my eyes at them before my curiosity got the best of me forcing me to walk down the stairs.

But instead of sitting on the chair Dane had pulled out for me I leaned against the counter on the other end far enough from the both of them. Jax ignored my little act of defiance.

“Care for a drink?”

“No, thanks.”

But he was already on his feet, he took a glass and poured me a drink from their second bottle of whiskey then slid it to me.

I didn't spare the drink a glance. I just want to get it over with. I want to know if what I heard is really true or if I misheard the whole thing.

“How much did you hear?” he asked, his husky voice carefully blank going back to his seat.

“What does it matter? I'm tired of waiting for the both of you to answer my question. It's really not that difficult a question. Just a yes or no answer will suffice. Are you prostitu…?”

“Yes!” Dane answered almost defiantly, daring me to judge them with his dark eyes. My stomach dropped under me.

“What?”

“We are male escorts. We get paid to fuck,” he said bluntly

“Oh God!”

I grabbed the edge of the counter tightly, my knuckles white as paper. Bile rose up sharp in my throat, I didn't have to see myself in a mirror to know what they were both seeing.