The Debt_An Irish Mafia Romance by Cassie Wild

Author:Cassie Wild [Wild, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Belmonte Publishing, LLC
Published: 2018-08-28T16:00:00+00:00

A noise woke me.

I curled up into a tight ball as I lay on the bed, looking around without moving my head.

It was like I was a small girl again, hiding under the covers, motionless. If I moved, the monsters might find me.

The cobwebs in my head clouded my memory, but as I lay there, bit by bit, I recalled what had happened.

Isabel had come for me. She got me out of the club. We were at a hotel.

And…somebody was in the room with me. Terror choked me, but I made myself turn my head to look.

A tall frame filled the doorway, light shining in behind him, obscuring his face.

He moved, and I sucked in a breath.

If it was Duardo…

He flicked the light on.

My heart reeled against my chest at the sight of the man standing there. It was Brooks.

He closed the distance between us in seconds.

He knelt by the bed, opening his mouth to say something. But he snapped it shut almost immediately, not saying a word.

He was shaking.

The words I’m sorry danced on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t find the voice to say them.

He reached out, his eyes cold and hard, and I flinched.

He hesitated a moment, then continued, brushing the bruise on my cheek, an echo of Isabel’s tender touch earlier that night.

“Who hurt you?” he asked, voice emotionless.

I shook my head. How could I tell him and risk Isabel finding out?

She already knows, the voice of reason told me. She’d found me, after all, hadn’t she?

She had found me.

For the first few days, every time I heard a heavy tread outside my door, I’d tensed, hoping against hope that it was Brooks.

It never had been, and when my rescuer arrived, it was in the form of Isabel, not the man who’d promised to take care of me.

You can’t blame him, that soft voice insisted. You ran away.

I knew it was foolish and wrong, but that lingering doubt stained my thoughts.

“Daria,” Brooks said, his voice soft and calm.

I shook my head again and rolled over, pushing myself to a sitting position.

The blanket fell down around my hips, and I pulled it up around me.

But Brooks had moved again.

He hooked a finger under the ruined strap of my tank top and tugged it up gently. The few threads that still remained held, but it wouldn’t take much to rip the strap away completely.

“Somebody touched you,” he said, voice flat, almost dead.

Since Sunday night, quite a few somebodies had touched me—their hands groping my butt as I went through the motions of a lap dance, their sweaty faces pressed up against my breasts while their hot breath spilled over my skin.

Not everybody had been like that, but far, far too many had been quite eager to touch me, whether I wanted them to or not.

It was another violation, so many of them I could no longer keep them straight.

I swallowed and darted a look at Brooks’ face.

He had a flat look in his eyes and a wooden expression that confused me.

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